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kitkatt0430 · 1 year

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Taking my Tales of Symphonia replay slow, really enjoying the nostalgia feels.

Lloyd is still such a relatable guy. I mean, I was more like Genis academically, but Lloyd's so very ADHD. He gets excited about stuff but then it takes too long and he can't focus and he gets bored but there's still more dungeon to do. But he has those Dwarven Vows memorized forwards and backwards. Including the one he wishes Genis would shut up about.

Lloyd's adopted dad is a dwarf who found him when he was a baby, so Dirk's the only dad Lloyd knows. And this game is so pro-happily adopted. Dirk's not shown to be perfect, but he's doing his best with this human kid he found and done a pretty damn good job raising Lloyd too. Lloyd clearly has never felt like he has any reason to doubt his dad loves him and Lloyd has been raised to show kindness and compassion to everyone. Sure, Lloyd's a bit arrogant but he grows out of it fairly quickly and he just... he doesn't care that Raine and Genis aren't human or that his dad isn't human or anything like that because being a living person is more important than what species that person happens to be.

This is the kid who is going to learn about systemic prejudice and get so fucking pissed off. Doesn't matter if it benefits him, it's wrong.

On another note, when the Renegades are mocking Lloyd, Genis, and Colette for thinking they're Desians... while I realize this is just heavy handed foreshadowing that they aren't actually Desians... they're literally disguised as Desians. They are wearing the damn uniforms specifically so people. will think. they are Desians. Like. WTF? Botta, you and your team should not be making it so easy to tell you're fakes. It should not be surprising that the people you are trying to fool into thinking you're Desians wind up thinking you're Desians. Both of your groups are just half-elves in the same freaking uniforms.

*heavy sigh* annoys me on every replay, I swear.

And despite my many, many issues with Remiel, I find it hilarious that the only thing Lloyd's thinking about after meeting a literal angel for the first time (that he knows of) is how inconvenient wings must be. Gotta be hard changing clothes. Gotta cut holes in the back too. And sleeping. Can't sleep on the back, probably not on the side either???

Meanwhile as Lloyd's musing about how difficult it must be for an angel to change clothes, Genis is blushing. And since the only angel he's knowingly met is Remiel, a dude... this just fuels my bi!Genis headcanon. He's twelve and figuring himself out and give him another decade and this kids gonna be a heart breaker for all genders.

I'm paying a lot more attention to Colette this time. She definitely wields her smiles and klutzy-ness as a shield to deflect from the turmoil she's feeling. She's the Chosen One and she knew the time of her journey would come eventually and what it would mean for her. And it starts today. The Cruxis Crystal bestowed upon her by someone claiming to be her father and now she has this death sentence to march to while praying for blessings upon the people (whom she's going to die to save) at various monster-infested temples along the way and she doesn't want Lloyd or Genis to know so they don't yet.

She actually keeps so much bottled up and keeps going anyway. Probably terrified all the way that she'll die before the appointed time and waste her own death. I don't know how the girl does it.

#tales of symphonia #fandom meta #tales meta #kitkatt0430 rambles

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melioramuses · 2 years

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This is a roleplay hub blog that features the following muses as sideblogs…

Rock Lee (Naruto) - @blooms-twice - under co.

Kouga (Inuyasha) - @youkaishowl

Near (Death Note) - @thetruesuccessor - under co.

Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia) - @ingeniuminherited

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia) - @promisedpeace

Mirai Trunks Brief (Dragon Ball Z) - @henotichope

Snotlout Jorgensen (How to Train Your Dragon) - @strongestrider

Viggo Grimborn (How to Train Your Dragon: Race to the Edge) - @grimgambit

Kijonaia “Naia” Remiel (OC) - @thebastardlady

Muses coming soon: Loz (FFVII:AC), Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto), Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha), Android 17 (DBZ)

GOOD-TO-KNOW’s

Mutuals-only for threading, but non-interactive asks are open to anyone unless otherwise specified.

You have to follow my hub blog to be considered a mutual; my mutuals status checker won’t pick it up otherwise.

Asks should be sent to the blog of the muse you want to interact with, not the hub blog. (Hub blog askbox is for questions for me, the mun.)

Personals, do not interact.

✧{ RULES HERE }✧

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strictlyoc · 2 years

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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog. Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Tagged by: @writingxthexsilence

Tagging: @amongthedead, @amongthedeities, & @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

Favorite Muse: Gonna say Skyler because he was my first oc

Most Character Development: Jace

Trash Muse: Sawyer

The Meme-Lord: Without a doubt, Ross

Most Likely to Start a War: Eli

Worst Personality: I wanna say Thomas just cuz he’s a serial killer lmao. And also Damon cuz he’s an asshole

Best Singer: Aaron & Skyler

Most Attractive Muse: Hmm, this is a tough one but I wanna say a tie between Aiden & Axel

Biggest Heart: Remiel & Skyler

Falls in Love Quickest: Spencer

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Lewis

Ice Ruler: N/A

The Edgelord: Thomas

Most Tragic Backstory: Eli & Levi

Best Case of Puberty: Carson & Deion

Most Awkward: Carson

Busy Bee: Caleb

Most Clueless: Skyler

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Eli

Best Dressed: Jace, Seth, & Riley

Biggest Flirt: Aaron

Most Dramatic: Matias since his job was a knight at the renaissance fair

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Jace, Riley, & River

One with Weirdest Habit: None of them really have a weird habit

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Jace & Darius

#✥ caw caw motherfucker; ooc ✥

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hopeforwhat · 2 months

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She sat by the tree that straddled between the borders of heaven and hell, her eyes closed as she tried to meditate on summoning her wings without the pain.

Not that it was easy.

With a grunt, her luminous blue wings erupted from her back, shuddering from the pain as they quickly disappeared. Dove was frustrated, but she knew if she didn't keep practicing, nothing would change. Her hackles rose as a new presence appeared, taking refuge behind the tree while trying to see who it was. The energy was similar to Gabriel, but there was something different about it....

Remiel’s spiritual energy was still powerful — that could not be denied. But the purity and hope it had once carried and even inspired had long waned alongside Remiel’s own faith. There was an emptiness to him, something of which he was well aware.

So used to being kept shackled to his older brothers’ sides, whether for his “own good” or their own, he was unused to meeting new people. Sure, when he was let free to roam, even if temporarily, he would cross paths with other angels, but those were the ones with which he was already familiar.

However, he had managed to get further from his elder brothers this occasion, which afforded him the opportunity to encounter this strange being before him.

“A different face…” he mused, eyes setting on the person.

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musemuseum · 2 months

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#;ooc #;polls

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xaracosmia · 3 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, REMIEL LOWRY. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: bear age: 20 pronouns: they/he/cub ooc contact: bearemiah on tumblr other characters in xc: elijah meyer, aspen rani

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: remiel lowry age: 26 pronouns: he/they series: aetherverse (oc) canon point: n/a app triggers: possession, religious guilt, religion in general, spirituality.

personality:

most of remiel’s friends have described him as ‘intense’ at some point or another. he’s the kind of person that puts his entire being into focusing on what’s in front of him; experiencing that single-minded attention can be jarring. unnerving. there’s something to be said about the kind of person who is built around devotion; who cannot exist in the half-measure. he’s an excellent listener, for example. and if it’s all too easy for a simple story to become a confessional… well, he just has that affect on people.

he’s grounded—half-grounded, maybe. more tree than root, quick to annoyance but slow to anger, forgiveness easy as long as it’s earned and grudges eternal, as long as they’re earned, too. he’s the voice of reason, the person shouldering his way in between puffing chests, the one holding open the door, the one smiling, crinkled-corner eyes, at the cashier.

something your muse struggles with: understanding that the world is different now—that the people in it, the people he loves, are not living in the same world that he is. understanding that this is because he is what is different, now. understanding that his body is only half his own.

your muse’s greatest strength: his dedication to living a life that makes him happy. if he isn’t living it now, he’ll find it. he has time.

history / background:

remiel was raised right, by his mother’s estimation; a life evenly split between the home she had made for him and the home He had made for him, their Heavenly Father. he could have probably walked from the church door to their pew—theirs and the smith’s and the dabrowski’s, really—blindfolded and concussed. when he left the church, his mother—his good, catholic mother—cried like he’d gone and died. she could stomach the way he’d gone and cut off all his hair, and the tattoo sitting at the hollow of his throat, and the fact that at this point she barely reached his shoulder. she could not stomach him turning his back on God. but he had. he’d been a near-perfect catholic for almost twenty years of his life; now, those twenty years barely felt like they were his life at all. he named himself remiel, and he didn’t know if it was an homage of the faith that had shaped him or a mockery of it. he kept it, all the same. but there was a hole inside of him. the space where faith had sat. he still wore his rosary, if not for the love of God then for the love of his mother, and it sat heavy around his neck each morning when he settled it there each morning. so he turned to crystals; angel numbers; tarot cards; star charts. a different kind of divinity to dream about watching over him. and it felt like it was his. he had a good four years of that; of feeling right. but he always wanted more. remiel had never been the type to wait for change; rather, he invited it, pursued it. this was his life; he wanted to live it. the night that he looked out into the universe and invited it to show him his next step—well. he was really thinking about that job interview he had next week, or the graduate schools he was waiting to hear back from. instead, he got possessed by an angel. so. bad luck.

powers / abilities:

creation of magical barriers: magical shields that protect against physical or even magical harm. these shields vary in size, with larger ones being a greater expense of energy and taking more time to create.

blessings: as an angel, remiel can give blessings, making the recipient resistant to physical harm.

healing: he has an average healing ability, for angels, and one that he hasn’t quite wrangled yet—he’s able to improve someone’s condition, but he’s no miracle worker, and depending on the severity of the ailment it’s unlikely that he’d be able to completely cure it.

shapeshifting; remiel has a human form, his ‘true’, angel form, and his default form—the midpoint.

inherent abilities:

angel physiology: as an angel, remiel has enhanced physical qualities in his strength and endurance. he also benefits from a natural resistance to sickness and poison. he can see in the dark, and shift his arms into wings that enable him to glide through the air or jump higher.

astrological intuition: yeah, i don’t know what to tell you. he can intuit people’s astrological signs from interactions with them. he gets it right every time, though he mostly brings it up to discredit someone when they start annoying him. this started before he was an angel… much the same energy as “easy for you geminis…” “how did he know i was a gemini? i did not put my birthday in.”

items / weapons:

a well-loved deck of tarot cards

a battle-axe formed out of vibrant, pale yellow energy

a collection of crystals

a rosary

a picture of him and his mother, taken on his first birthday.

starting ability: blessings

starting item: rosary

extra:

he’s from aether’s verse… the one that blake is from… yaey…

discord id: suitofstaves

#xc application #mun: bear #cata cosmia

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alexandriteobscuraarchive · 3 years

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concentratedbitterness · 3 years

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The Genesis

Tuscany: Early 1500′s

After all that Hell has put her through over the course of her servitude; all that she’s suffered in mind and body, Marcella never thought she would be able to so clearly pinpoint the worst night of her existence. She’s soaked through to the bone, stumbling her way through a torrential downpour–so weak she may as well be human–and part of her wonders if that human resolve will be enough to keep going after all the trauma this body she’s possessing has endured.

Then again, there’s something peculiar about maternal instinct.

The demon clutches the tiny bundle close to her chest, trying in vain to shield it from the frigid rain with her own host body. Her thighs are still slick with blood, true form as eviscerated and exhausted from the ordeal as the human one she wears. There is no salvaging it. No salvaging herself. They sent her to her death and they knew it. That was always the plan. She has nothing left, the end is near, and yet she is determined that no force on this mortal plane is going to drag her from existence just yet. There is something she must do first.

She walks for hours before the outline of the villa finally comes into view over the rise of a hillside. By the time Marcella reaches the portico, she can barely stand. The door opens, and it is all she can do to thrust the infant into Remiel’s arms before she collapses. The world goes dark. She welcomes it.

When she awakes she is delirious. Searing pain. Fever. Guilt. The demon confesses everything. She’s as good as dead, anyway.

Marcella waits for a deathblow that does not come. “Forgive me,” she begs, though she doesn’t know why any demon should want an angel’s forgiveness, except that her heart is breaking in her borrowed chest and she’s sure his is, too. It hurts, it hurts.

“Hell cannot have him,” Remiel says through his tears as he kisses her brow one last time. Their son cries softly as the angel pulls him from her arms.

He’s right, she knows.

But that means she cannot have him, either.

#[muse tag :: mara]#[file :: drabble]#[file :: headcanon]#[relationship tag :: remiel]#[relationship tag :: william]

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wrongarmofthelaw · 4 years

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💝 (teen ramiel or death or both :)

Teen Sammy: “He’s very sweet and supportive. I just wish he’d talk to me more about what’s happening. I can’t do much to help if he won’t tell me. I’m worried about him.”

Matt: “It seems like his interest in helping me might genuine after all. I still want to be cautious, just in case this is some kind of trick.”

#On The Beat (IC)#Teenage Sammy #Matt #Remiel #Profiles (about the muses)#Officer Responding (answered asks)

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bottleofbabes · 2 years

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"You’re Being Quite Difficult, Aren’t You" Sharukh and Remiel ig LMAO

Send “You’re being quite difficult, aren’t you” for my muse’s response!

"Fuck off," he grins, though the motion was not at all with amusement but instead much more malicious intent. "I don't have time for half eaten bags of chips like you. Now get outta my way."

#((ic: Ramiel))#((answered))#fellbloom

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matth1w · 4 years

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Can I ask for a Lucifer Morningstar fic where the reader to pregnant, hasn’t told Lucifer yet and panics starting to lie to him and avoid him. They resolve it when he does some of his own detective work and he decides he wants you to know he likes the child. Bonus points of stuff like ‘well now I’ve trapped you and you’re mine...’ (like playfully) Thanks.

Detective Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: You’re pregnant with Lucifer’s baby. Great, right? Wrong. You know how much he doesn’t like children. So being a responsible adult, you… lie and avoid him. Lucifer does some detective work and finds out, because of course he would.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, angst, language, talk of period, talk of yeast infections (just wait)

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 2,709 words

Note: Lots of internal dialogue in this one, with lotsa cursing. Indicated by italics. Also, part of what took so long - my first attempt at this was much less happy and required me to get into a certain mindset. The rewrite is much happier and lighter. And pregnancy fics just take more effort from me.

Note to Requestor: Thank you for requesting and your patience, nonnie! I hope you enjoy! 💕

Tags: @kittenlittle24

It was about four in the morning and you were thankful for your natural inability to hold your bladder through the night. Lucifer didn’t seem disturbed by your getting out.

Heavy sleeper and used to it, I guess.

You slowly closed the bathroom door with a soft click and opened the cabinet just as slow. Thankful you had fixed that squeaky hinge.

Your eyes fell on the bright box in front of you and you grabbed it with trepidation - hoping your period would start and wake you from this nightmare. You opened the box quietly, swearing internally at the foil wrapping.

Why did they make these things so loud??

It wasn’t necessary. All it did was make it perfectly clear to anyone within a mile’s radius that you were taking a pregnancy test.

You paused after finally pulling it out - so on edge and nervous of making any sound Lucifer would overhear.

Nothing came from the bedroom so you got down to business.

Yuck, of course you got a little on your fingers.

Okay. All done. Now just five minutes.

God it felt like an hour.

Any bleeding?

Nope.

You checked. Still had hope even if it was a week late. You had been practically begging for your period.

You made empty promises to never complain about your period again.

You checked your phone for the hundredth time in the five minutes.

Finally.

You didn’t even pause before looking at the test.

Shit.

Hold up, it could be a -

Nope. Definitely a +

+ means pregnant right??

Shit shit shit.

Wait.

Could be a false positive. Those happen all the time.

Yeah, sure, your brain aka reasonable Y/N thought.

You looked into the cabinet to get another one, a different brand.

As much as you were freaking out, you realized that wasn’t the best idea. You’d wait until tomorrow.

I’m sure I’ll get my period by then and it’ll be some weird false positive...

Yeah.

You pushed the feeling in your gut down. It could be wrong.

It had to be.

1 day and 1 more positive test later...

You sat on the couch, Netflix running but not earning your attention.

You were too busy thinking at break-neck speed.

... Well he came around to liking Trixie. Becoming like an uncle to her. Now when he called her monkey it was affectionate.

And he loved and was even affectionate to baby Charlie.

So maybe he wouldn’t be mad. Or upset? Or idk disappointed?

Oh God, that would be the worst.

Wait, God!

Hey! Dad in law! Can you help out here? Take little bugger out?

I mean you helped Mary so just like say the spell backwards.

Yikes.

Let’s hope He wasn’t listening. Pretty sure that sent you straight to Hell ten times over.

Speaking of Hell, this was his fault! He’s the one with the freaking sperm!

But.... you’re the one whose body betrayed you. Apparently your uterus had too many months of preparing for a baby just for it to get torn down.

Maybe it was a fake. False positive. People get those all the time.

Across two different brands?

Ugh, shut up, reasonable Y/N.

3 days and 3 more positive tests later...

Maze you whisper-yelled through your teeth and shook your hand to get her to come over once she looked up from her spot on the barstool.

“I’m fucked.”

“Why?”

Maze asked with a suspicious look.

“I’m... fucked”, you cursed.

“You can’t tell anyone. Especially you know who.”

Maze smiled and nodded, curiosity piqued. She loved secrets.

You sighed, the omnipresent string of curses running through your head before you spoke again, taking a deep breath and spilling it all out.

“I’m like 99.999 percent sure I’m pregnant.”

You sucked in air, having to breath after saying that all so hurried also because FUCK, you just said it out loud.

Your best friend/practical sister just started at you, chewing on your lip.

She shifted on her feet.

“Are you...” she was trying to gauge you and the situation. “Happy?”

You made faces as you tried to think.

Were you?

Petrified. Anxious. Happy? Okay a little. If you weren’t worried about Lucifer’s reaction maybe you would be.

You mean, it was kinda cool you were like making life.

“Uhhhh...”

Maze nodded slowly at that. Understanding nearly perfectly well what was going on.

“I see. And you’re worried about Lucifer?”

You nodded, scared of even saying his name.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?”, you sighed, wanting to cry.

She just stared at you, but it was no use as you had dropped your head in your hands. She waited until you lifted your head back up before speaking.

“You’re literally married.”

Oh. Right.

“Yeah but...”

She flicked you in the forehead.

“Stop being an idiot, YN.”

“What are my two favorite ladies gossiping about?”

You jumped out of your skin. Neither of you had noticed your husband/ father of your child until he stood just a foot away.

Shit shit shit.

Say something!

You looked to Maze but she was giving you nothing.

Fuck. Okay uh...

“Uh... VAGINAL ITCHING!”

Lucifer stopped himself from putting his hand on your shoulder. His face was a hilarious mixture of confusion and strange acceptance.

No one said anything so you had to go again.

“Um... yeah. Maze,” you gulped at the daggers coming from her eyes.

“I mean, I.... uh, I think I got a yeast infection.”

Lucifer nodded furrowing his eyebrows. He just turned on his feet and walked away.

Once he was out of reach, Maze snorted.

“You’re a mess! Vaginal itching??”

You buried your head in your hands once more and groaned.

— — —

When you went to bed that night Lucifer was already there.

“What have you been up to darling?”

Reading articles about how to tell your husband you’re pregnant.

“Um. Uh.... Reorganizing the closet.”

You smiled and laughed a little too loud as you realized how utterly stupid that was considering he was in the bedroom. With full view of the closet.

You blushed and tried to laugh it off.

“Sorry, babe. I’m super tired. I’ve been out of it.”

He chuckled. “That yeast infection?”, he mused.

You nodded over enthusiastically. “Yeah the uh, yeast infection.... Itchy itch!”

You cringed.

Itchy itch? Who says that??

Lucifer pursed his lips, trying so hard not to laugh at you.

“Yes, itchy itch indeed. Let me know if you need me to run to the store and get you something for that. I was planning on going out tomorrow.”

You gulped. Fear and paranoia coursing through your veins.

He nudged your shoulder.

“CVS has those chocolates you like on sale so I thought I’d pick some up.”

You sighed. A little too eagerly. Then tried to cover it up.

You couldn’t trust your words so you smiled and leaned in to kiss Lucifer.

He held your lips for an extra moment and pulled away slowly.

“I love you, Y/N” he said. Certainty and firmness evident through his tone and eyes that held yours.

You closed your eyes.

“I love you too, my angel”

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You stopped as you stepped out of Lux, taking a moment to appreciate the warm LA sun hitting your skin. You closed your eyes and held your head high.

Today was going to be a good day.

Someone cleared their throat next to you and you frowned.

Or not.

Opening your eyes you saw you sister in law, Remiel.

Ah, fuck.

“Remy!” you exclaimed, trying to be excited. Like you didn’t know what was going on or why she was here.

She looked at you unamused.

“Y/N. I thought you said you used protection.”

Your face fell and you slumped. Embarrassed as Remy brought up your old conversation.

When she came down to try to take Charlie to Heaven she made a comment about expecting Lucifer to be the one to create a nymphlim.

And you of course said that you two used protection and she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Which wasn’t a lie, you had been! You just... kinda stopped.

You laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah…” You swallowed.

“Since you’re here... am I actually…?” your throat tightened. You couldn’t say it.

In an instant your sister in law eyes softened.

“Yes,”

You nodded, looking away as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears from spilling onto your cheeks.

Remy came closer to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” she began, her voice soft and almost unfamiliar from what you knew of the hunter.

You looked up at Remy and tried to smile.

“I guess,” you sniffled. “I kept thinking it wasn’t real. That all the tests were somehow wrong.”

You shuddered out a shaky laugh, meeting her eyes quickly.

“But I guess if you’re here and you can tell...”

Remy grunted in agreement. “I can smell it clearly.”

You chuckled and looked back at her, not surprised to see her serious face. But that left after a moment to a sly smirk.

You sighed and decided to go in for a hug. After a quick flinch, Remy brought her arms loosely around you.

“You’re not mad?” You sniffled against her shoulder.

She laughed under you as she pulled away, holding you at arms length.

“No. I learned my lesson with Amenadiel. I wanted to offer my help. The child of Lucifer will be highly sought out.”

You blanched. “Sought out? Like...”

She nodded seriously. Her mood instantly changing.

“Yes, Y/N. Many will try to get ahold of your child for their own benefit.”

You just nodded back, unable to handle the situation and desperately wanting to not think about it.

Remy seemed to notice your fatigue and tried to smile again.

“But there’s no need to worry about that now!”

You smiled back, trying to relax as well.

“Well... since you’re here...”

“Remy!”

Lucifer shouted from behind you.

Your husband walked up to you both and pulled his sister in for a tight hug.

“So lovely for you to stop down. What are you doing here?”

Remy went to say - the truth. So you spoke up first. Almost drowning her out.

“I invited her for pedicures!”

“Ooh pedicures?” Lucifer turned to you with excitement.

“Yeah. Uh, Girl family bonding. Like just girls! ... Sorry uh no boys allowed.”

Luci chuckled as Remy just looked on.

“Sounds lovely.” Luci couldn’t even try to hide the love in his heart seeing his wife and sister together.

You stepped in to give him a quick peck on the cheek then back to Remy and wrapped your arm in hers.

“Bye Luci!”

There was a glimmer in his eyes as he pulled out the corvette keys from his pocket and handed them to you.

“Have fun, darling”.

You smiled up at your husband, appreciative of the act.

He gave Remy one last look before he walked back inside.

It was quiet for almost a minute before Remy broke the silence.

“You haven’t told him yet?”

You sighed and hung your shoulders.

“I’ve been meaning to but I just... I’m so scared.”

“Of what?”

You looked at her. She really did want to help.

“Hey uh, if you’re not busy. A pedicure would be nice.”

She smiled. It truly was a nice sight.

“Sure.”

— — —

After you got home and said your goodbyes to your sister in law you hummed happily, trying to not be nervous.

Thankfully Lucifer wasn’t home so you relaxed in front of the tv with a snack.

When the elevator door dinged, you jumped up as Lucifer was quite cheery.

“What’s got you all smiley, Mr. Morningstar?”

He chuckled. “Well, Mrs. Morningstar, not only did they have your chocolates on sale. I also got a coupon!”

You giggled at him. Lucifer Morningstar. The Devil himself. Clipping coupons with such eagerness like a domestic housewife.

He walked over to you and held up the bags. You gawked.

“Luci, how much chocolate did you get??”

He gave you a sly smile.

“Oh I noticed we were running low on some items so I got them as well”

He held your eyes and in that moment you knew you were caught. But you tried to play dumb.

“What stuff?”

He tilted his head at you.

“You know, darling. Pregnancy tests. You’ve gone through quite a lot these past few days.”

You felt the color drain from your face.

“Luci...”

He held up his hand and walked over to sit beside you.

“Y/N. Whatever the reason, I want you to know you don’t need to lie anymore.”

You had to look away at the intensity of his look.

“I’m the Devil. Sensing truth and lies is my thing.”

He put two fingers under your chin to make you meet his eyes.

“And even if I wasn’t. You’re a bloody awful liar. Pedicures?”

He gave you a crooked cheeky smile and you couldn’t help the groan that escaped you.

“I know. But Luci...”

He wasn’t moving to speak so you took a breath and continued.

“I thought you would be upset. I mean, other than Trixie and Charlie, you don’t really like kids. And having a kid, it would tie us together forever. And I know we’re married but it’s different? And I just...”

Your voice trailed off when you looked back up at Lucifer and saw him shaking his head.

“Y/N, my darling wife. We were tied together forever the moment I first saw you. And a child? To be honest, seeing my brother with Charlie it sparked something in me.

“And when I saw you and Remy standing together today - I hoped she was here for the same reason you had taken almost every kind of pregnancy test. And didn’t use any tampons. And didn’t eat any of your period ice cream.”

You felt the blush grow on your cheeks and bumped your head into his shoulder - trying to desperately hide your embarrassment.

“You used your detective skills on me, Morningstar?”

He laughed wholeheartedly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You aren’t that challenging of a case, love.”

You let yourself laugh.

It shouldn’t surprise you.

Wait.

He said hoped.

Hoped.

“Luci...” you stilled under him, “You said you hoped?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Really?”, you said softly, so surprised by his words.

He nodded then leaned in to kiss you, saying all he needed to say with the passion and love pouring from his lips to yours.

When he pulled away you took a breath, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Staring into the eyes of your husband, you knew his words to be true.

“You want this? A baby? Our baby?”

He smiled, lighting up at your words.

“Yes.” He shook you slightly.

“I want all the babies you’re willing to give me. Because it’s you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help it.

Yep, time for the waterworks.

“Oh, Luci” you sobbed as you dove to hug him.

He held you tightly as he soothed your pain.

“It’s alright, love. Everything’s alright now.”

After a few minutes of crying and comfort, you sniffled and wiped your eyes. Unable to form words that could convey how you felt, you just looked at your husband, smiling softly, eyes glistening and showing relief, gratitude, and love.

He brought you back into his arms and hummed softly.

— — —

Later that night, when your limbs were intertwined between the sheets, the emotional toll of the day mixed with sleep to loosen your tongue.

“Luci... you don’t feel tied down to me??” Your voice was quiet - scared and hopeful.

“Darling.” Lucifer chuckled before he saw the seriousness on your face.

“We’re married.” He said as he stroked your cheek down to your shoulder.

“But a baby.” You nuzzled into him. “It I don’t know... it kinda ties you to someone forever.” The wetness of your eyes coming back again for what felt like the millionth time that day.

Lucifer shifted, pulling you closer to him and lifting your head so your eyes would meet his.

“Being tied to you for the rest of my life isn’t a prison, my darling - it’s a gift.”

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