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nogenderbee · 2 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: May I request the demon brothers with a reader who likes being with them because they feel safe around them?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hi! Absolutely! Headcanond seemed a bit too boring so... I did oneshot. I guess reader could be seen as shy in some? So sorry if this isn't what you wanted but hopefully, it won't interrupt much and hope you like it anyway!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

You were just walking next to Lucifer with coffee in your right hand and his hand in your left. It was late night and you were walking back home after a date, you honestly didn't even care about the fact you were just about to pass some clearly drunk rebels, unlike Lucifer.

You were walking on his right side two you were basically out of reach for them. You just continued your little chat while your boyfriend was the one being caucious about this whole situation.

When you finally walked out of their reach, you could hear him sigh and turn his attention back to you. Just from the posture, you could tell... it's not gonna be the happiest conversation.

"Y/N... you know I appreciate you having conversation with me but I think it'd be better if you could keep it down when we walk by more problematic demons."

"Why tho? I don't think we should have worse time because of them."

"Yes... but haven't you considered the fact they might not be the nicest? Not speaking about the fact they were intoxicated and may've hurted you."

"I don't think so. I really just feel safe around you and that's why."

You certainly made all of his arguments escape his head. You could see small sparkle of pride in his eyes as his expression turned from scolding to gentle smug.

Seriously tho, what made you think it was good idea to boost his ego even more?

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Mammon got you out of the house, mainly by claiming he's not gonna make you pay again this week because he won in casino last night so he's treating you today! Sure, money isn't everything but those little demon owns you thousands of Grimm by now... it's nice to see him pay sometimes too to know there are feelings on your relationship after all.

You were walking through city with one restaurant in mind when he suddenly stopped and pointed at the jewellery shop.

"Hey, wait for me here, alright? I'll just go grab something from that shop!"

"Can't I just come with you?"

"Well uh- you could but... it's gonna be quick, yeah? It's not like someone will steal ya!"

"And what if they would?"

You said it kind of jokingly but also with slight worry... you felt the safest around him, it was only natural you wanted to go with him rather than wait here.

He also changed his expression and he actually thought of it. It didn't even took him long before he grabbed your hand and walked with you on his side into jewelery shop.

"Alright human, THE Mammon has you covered! Just don't peek when I tell ya not to!"

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You tugged on Levi's shirt, trying to get him off his console for 3 hours now... you respected his dedication and fact he wanted to beat up the impossible boss but he's loosing his sanity and you're getting hungry. And since all brothers except you two are away, you wanted to go eat in the city.

"C'mon Levi!! Let's just go order a pizza, have a little walk and we can come back home!"

"You realize you coule just go without me? I'm not gonna run away from this room anytime soon..."

"Well yeah but I don't want to go alone! It's safer with you!"

"You could always ask Lucifer to go with you? Or Diavolo? Or-"

"No, none of them make me feel safe like you do."

You looked up at him, seeing flushed face, open mouth and widened eyes. It was clear you caught him off guard and you couldn't help but grin knowing it's gonna be so much easier to convince him now.

"So? Can we go now?"

"S-Sure... let me pause..."

He wanted to tell you to wait for him to calm down but he simply couldn't bring himself to it, so he just paused his game and followed you to the city.

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You were actually walking alongisde Satan from your little cat cafe date quite comfortably. That's untill you noticed some shady demons on your way. Your boyfriend seemed to simply not care so you just got on the side closer to wall and catched his hand.

You simply felt safer behind him and even tho he wasn't looking your way, it didn't go unnoticed to him. You maybe not realized it at first but after he sent you small smug right as you passed the other demons, you knew he had you all figured out...

"Feeling this paranoid?"

"What's wrong with going behind person I trust?"

"Nothing. I just thought it's cute act. Are all humans this cowardly?"

"It was more of a survival instinct than cowardness..."

"Call it however you prefer."

You could just look at him upset as he chuckled at your reaction. Seems like he knows what he'll rub into others faces for the next few days... but it's still the fact that's the most important to him. People are usually scared of him and you feel safe around him, avatar of wrath? You're definitely something...

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

You were casually walking through streets and carrying Asmo's bags as Asmo was thinking of shop you haven't visited yet today. And we know, you HAVE TO visit all the shops around here!

But when you were walking past shadier alley, you felt slight shivers down your spine... not only it was looking like out of a horror movie, you also heard from news, just today that there were kidnappings and murders happening recently.

Pink haired devil seemed to notice your concern and immidietly grabbed your hand in attempt to reassure you a bit and calm you down.

"Hey now. No need to get so scared when you're around me! Let's just have fun!"

Maybe he knew about your opinion on him, maybe he said that just to tease you? Who knows? What's important is that his actions worker flawlessly!

"Right... thanks a lot."

But your answer left him with small gasp as if not believing you admitted it just like that. So he was just teasing after all!

"Oh my, really?! Awh~ Alright then, sweetheart, I'll fulfill my job as tour prince~"

That definitely made his day and it'd definitely be hard to restrain him from posting anything related to this situation on Devilgram. He even hummer an upbeat song for the rest of the day and took you with him absolutely everywhere even after coming back home.

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

Beel actually knew that his body shape and sin itself could scare others easily and that most of his brothers felt safe around him. Also, he'd always offer to tag along when you were a bit too scared to to somewhere. Even then he didn't expect to ever hear it directly from someone else than Belphie...

"Thanks again, Beel... I shouldn't have watched that horror movie at 1am I guess..."

"It's fine. You already thanked me with food. And as much as I don't mind... you really should go to sleep earlier. Don't human need like 8 hours of sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know... But still. I'm happy it's you who went with me because I had no worries for the entire way! Out of all brothers, you're the one that makes me feel safest."

Beel stopped munching there for a second and looked down at you with slight surprise, but later on it turned into a grateful smile.

"No problem. I'm happy to put my reputation to protect ones I care about!"

What a cutie, he was smiling for the rest of the day too. All brothers thought it was just some delicious food but you, Beel and Belphie knew very well it wasn't the only thing that was causing it. It was honestly sweet to see him follow you with his legs or eyes like a little loyal puppy.

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Walking through city with Belphie looked like either him being carried on your or someone's back, or him looking like he's gonna drop and sleep on road any second. Even then, you took out no one else than avatar of sloth alone to accompany you.

Despite his lack it energy, you knew he could be dangerous. Heck, you alone probably know it better than anyone! So despite him being lazy as always, you actually felt safer than around anyone else! Well... maybe you could use Beel's company to feel even more safe but your boyfriend was still definitely enough. It was just trying to convince him to keep going that was hard...

"I'm so tired... you already have enough, let's just go home..."

"Just a while more Belphie. I still have one or two more shops to visit!"

"You said the same thing for last 6 stores... Couldn't you take Asmo with you instead?"

"Uhm... well technically but I prefered you. You're the one I feel safe around."

He suddenly stopped complaining and you could swear you just saw him getting slightly bit more energetic and motivated after hearing your voice. Also his pout changed into gentle smile as he finally wasn't walking like he'll collapse anymore.

"Oh... alright one more store. But I'm warning you, if we go through 2, I'll tell asleep on you..."

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead~

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chronicbeans · 2 months

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Romantic Yandere Lucifer x Reader Headcanons

I've been tossing this idea around in my brain for days lol.

TW: Yandere Behavior, Obsessive and Possessive Thoughts, Panic and Anxiety, Depression, Blood and Injuries, Denial, Overprotective Behavior

• When he first met you, it was when he visited the Hazbin Hotel upon Charlie's request. You were sitting at the table with the rest of the staff and guests, acting the most... Well, normal out of all of them, besides Husk. You smiles and waved his way once Charlie mentioned your name.

• It wasn't like those fairy tales, where it is love at first sight. No, he had to talk to you, of course. After everybody else introduced themselves to him, you walk over to him, shake his hand, and introduce yourself. "Hello, your majesty! My name's (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you!" That's when he falls for you. Throughout the small conversation you both have, you treat him like... well, a normal person. Or, at least, as normal as you can treat the King of Hell, himself.

• The moment he leaves and returns home, he feels extremely guilty for falling for you. Especially since it was so quick, and for such a simple reason. He barely knows you! Why can't he stop thinking about you? He silently vows to never go back to the hotel, not because he doesn't support Charlie, but because he's scared of falling for you even more. However... Calling Charlie and asking about the Hazbin Hotel doesn't sound too bad, yes?

• Soon, asking about the hotel turns to asking about the people there... which, in turn, means asking about you. How have you been doing? Have you shown any interest in the activities and workshops at the hotel? What interests do you have. Of course, Lucifer asks the same questions about everybody else, to not seem suspicious, but he's mostly just interested in you...

• He only falls even more as he hears about you. Lucifer hates himself for it. So, he begins to distance himself, again. He goes back to making his rubber ducks, trying to distract himself from his thoughts about you. However, over time, his ducks slowly began having features that remind him of you. You like drawing? Duckie with a pencil and paper. Singing? Duckie that plays music. His mind can't escape you.

• Once the exterminators show, and the fight with Adam commences, he sees you again. Not in the best condition, either. The dust settles, Niffty absolutely brutalizes Adam, and now everybody is looking for you and Alastor. As Lucifer wanders the area in a frantic search for you, he happens to notice a battered hand sticking out from underneath some rubble. Moving it out of the way, he's now in a panic as he realizes it's you. You're alive, thankfully, albeit heavily injured and hanging on by a thread. That, and passed out.

• The next few minutes are spent with him becoming way too protective over you, holding you in his arms and becoming extremely defensive. His obsessive crush has finally reached more twisted levels, and he's mortified by the thought of letting you out of his sight. Even Charlie is starting to catch on that something is not quite... right about her dad. He's holding you tightly and not letting anybody come near you, despite the fact that you clearly need help. Then again, his angelic powers could probably be used to help you heal, but the point still stands. The only person who's allowed to come close is Charlie, and even then, he's keeping a close eye.

• He's now by your side constantly while you're recovering. He almost lost you! It's a very sudden change in his behavior, considering how he bottled up all of his feelings for you for so long... Nobody even knew he cared about you in specific, much less this much. Whenever you wake up in your bed, staring at the hotel, he's the first person you see. Whenever you fall asleep, he's the last thing you see. He's there throughout the entirety of the day, acting much more like your caregiver than your friend's dad. Bringing you food, getting you water, getting you some blankets and pillows... He's even taking care of changing your bloodied bandages out for new ones.

• At first, you just assumed that he was worried and wanted to help you recover. It'd make sense. You almost died, after all. The behavior doesn't stop after you're fully recovered, though... in fact, it gets worse, somehow. He makes sure that you aren't in danger, be it real or perceived. Somebody who he doesn't know talking to you is just as big of a threat in his eyes as somebody pointing a gun at your face. He's immediately standing by your side, glaring the stranger down.

• He may not be that intimidating, but he's the King of Hell. Many people know how strong he is, even if they don't find him to actually be intimidating to look at. So, they back off, usually. Those who don't get a brief look at his demon form, before getting knocked out. No, no... He doesn't kill them. He can't kill anybody when you are around. He'll wait until later.

• He's a yandere that would never cross any physical boundaries with you. He's spent years isolating himself from people, so as sad as it is to say, he's pretty used to not getting any sort of affection. He doesn't need compliments, hugs, or cuddles ( at least, that's what he tells himself). However, if and when you start showing affection towards him, he's going to need it constantly. He needs reassurance, comfort, a shoulder to cry on, somebody to give affection to... And you are now the only person he feels he's able to do so, with.

• He's going to want to own your soul, so be on the lookout for any tricks he might pull. Well, it's more correct to say he doesn't want to own your soul, but feels like he must. He doesn't like the idea of being in a relationship with such an intense power dynamic, but he's so frightened by the idea that Heaven might take you away, that he feels that he simply must own your soul. He feels that, if he does, it's less likely you'd even be able to go to Heaven, since you're technically owned by him. And he knows he's never going up. Even you just mentioning Heaven throws him into a panic... Don't say that word, alright?

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anonymousewrites · 1 month

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Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Eight

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: Trouble at the Hotel

Summary: Mimzy brings thugs to the hotel, and (Y/N) decides to step up.

The entire group at the hotel stared at the demon, Mimzy, in confusion. She had broken in during a tense (silly) confrontation (song) between Lucifer and Alastor, so her arrival had caught everyone’s attention.

“Who?” said Lucifer, blinking.

Mimzy frowned. “Didn’t you just hear me? Why is everybody gawkin’? Is it cuz I’m adorable?”

“Mimzy!” said Alastor, grinning widely.

“Alastor, sweetie, doll-face,” said Mimzy. “So good to see you!”

Aha, so they know each other, thought (Y/N).

“How you been? Good? Good!” said Mimzy.

Alastor and her hugged, which shocked everyone since Alastor wasn’t one for physical touch initiated by others.

“Listen, I was in the neighborhood,” said Mimzy conversationally, “I heard you were staying in this ritzy slob factory, and I figured I’d stop by, say hi! For old time’s sake.”

(Y/N) cocked their head. For a moment, Mimzy had seemed uncomfortable, nervous. She was definitely lying about why she was there. But she didn’t seem much of a threat, and with Lucifer and Alastor in the hotel, she couldn’t try anything, could she?

“Of course, sweetheart,” said Alastor, clearly in control of the situation. “Everyone is welcome here!”

“Oh, how nice!” said Charlie. “So you two know each other?”

“Oh, yeah, we go way back,” said Mimzy. “We ran in the same circles when we were alive.” She grinned conspiratorially. “You know, this one used to frequent the club where I used to perform. He’s the only one I knew who could pound whiskey like a sailor then keep up with me on the dance floor!”

(Y/N) smiled at the idea and chuckled. It seemed the hotel patrons and staff knew even less than they thought about the enigmatic Radio Demon.

“Oh, quite a talent, this gal,” said Alastor. “Ho, ho, you should have seen her in her heyday.”

“Hey, watch it, tall, dark, and creepy,” said Mimzy. “I’m still in my prime!” Her eyes landed on Lucifer, and she gasped. “Oh, my stars! Is that Lucifer?” She shoved Pentious out of the way. “Move it!” She approached Lucifer and curtsied. “Pleased to meetcha, Your Highness.” She glared at Alastor. “Alastor, you gotta warn a girl when she’s in mixed company.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” said Lucifer, clearly not meaning it.

“As much as I’d love to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue,” said Alastor.

“I’m sure Charlie can handle showing me around,” said Lucifer, still grouchy about the situation with Alastor.

“Nonsense!” Alastor popped up before Lucifer could escape with Charlie. “We started the hotel together, and we’ll show it off together. Right, Charlie?”

“Oh, right,” said Charlie, a little nervous because of the obvious friction between Lucifer and Alastor.

“Why don’t you let the others help you settle in,” said Alastor to Mimzy. “And I’ll be back before you know it.” He walked off with Lucifer and Charlie, and the hotel group was left with Mimzy.

“So,” she said, grinning. “Where can a girl get a drink around here?” She sauntered up to the bar and smirked at Husk. “My, my, is that Husker? Alastor still has you slinging hooch for him, I see.” She laughed. “Classic. How ya been, furball?”

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They didn’t like the way she was speaking to Husk.

“Good until five minutes ago,” muttered Husk.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me,” teased Mimzy. “You might hurt my feelins.” She giggled.

Husk huffed and looked away. (Y/N) walked up to the counter and leaned over.

“Need a hand with anything?” they asked.

“Do you want to work?” scoffed Husk.

“Not really,” said (Y/N). “But I thought you could use a hand. Maybe you can grab me some water?”

“Finally giving up on getting an actual drink?” chuckled Husk.

“Can’t in this hotel as long as Charlie’s around,” grumbled (Y/N). “And I’m not exactly going to go out to random clubs and bars in Hell by myself.”

“That’s for the best, kid,” said Husk, handing them a glass of water.

“Hey, Niffty, whatcha’ been up to, girlie?” asked Mimzy.

“Fighting bugs!” chirped Niffty.

“And, uh, how’s that goin’ for you?” said Mimzy dubiously.

“They’re winning.” Niffty grinned darkly and pulled out a carving knife. “But not for long.”

Husk finished Mimzy’s drink as Niffty ran off and slid it to her.

“Uhuh, thanks, pussycat,” said Mimzy, taking a drink.

“Oh, fuck you,” said Husk.

Now, (Y/N) knew Husk was rough around the edges with everyone, but with this level on antipathy? They decided they couldn’t trust Mimzy.

�� Said demon looked at (Y/N) and frowned. “Ya know, I recognize most of the people in this hotel from one thing or another, but you…I got no clue. Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/N). I live at the hotel,” said (Y/N).

“You actually believe in the redemption shit?” said Mimzy, laughing.

(Y/N) decided to take a page out of Alastor’s book and smiled widely. “I believe in getting stronger, and being here is just the right place to do so.”

Mimzy raised a brow and chuckled in disbelief. “In a hotel with washed up bartenders and bugs?”

“In a hotel of people I like,” said (Y/N) brightly. Their smile turned a bit sharper, an attempt to mirror the look they’d seen on so many other demons’ faces as they intimidated lesser sinners. “And respect.” (Y/N) wouldn’t stand for their friends getting insulted. These were the first people in their life they could trust in any way.

“Geez, what a cold kid,” said Mimzy. “What happened in the years I’ve been dead, are there no parties anymore? No fun?”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes.

“So, uh, you and Alastor are like what?” asked Angel, walking up. “Friends?”

“Well, that’s your word, not mine, but I think it fits.” Mimzy proudly puffed up her hair.

Everyone exchanged dubious looks and took sips of their drinks to avoid responding.

“Why so surprised?” huffed Mimzy.

“Well, just didn’t know he had any of those,” said Angel, shrugging. “Nicest thing I’ve ever seen him do for another person was help (Y/N) with their magic.”

“That was for his own entertainment because I suck,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Still nicer than he is to me,” grumbled Angel. “And besides, he’s still a big, creepy mystery.” He looked at Mimzy. “What’s his deal?”

Mimzy grinned. “Well, you probably heard the stories. He appeared in Hell suddenly, making a splash quicker than anyone had ever seen. At first, people wanted to dismiss him, but, soon, overlords started goin’ missing, and not small ones, neither. We’re talkin’ heavy hitters. No one knew what happened to ‘em until these strange radio broadcasts started going out. All you could hear was screams. Every time an overlord went missing, there’d be a new voice screaming in the broadcast. That’s when Alastor revealed himself as the Radio Demon, and anyone that would mess with him…Well, let’s just say his broadcasts never lacked new voices.

“That’s the story most people know, but underneath it all…” Mimzy brightened, shifting the mood abruptly. “He’s a total sweetie! Put on some jazz and pour a couple fingers of rye, and he becomes a kitten.” Everyone stared. “Stop with the looks,” she chuckled. “He hasn’t done any of that in a while.” She held her drink out to the bar. “Can I get another one of these?” She received no response since Husk had walked off in the middle of her speech. “Oh, what the fuck. How am I supposed to get a drink?”

“Have you tried pouring yourself one?” said (Y/N), grinning at Angel, who snorted.

“Hey—”

Bam!

The entire hotel shook, and the group tensed.

“What the hell?” cursed Angel as his drink spilled.

“Mimzy, we know you’re in there you lousy bitch!” shouted a man from outside.

So she’s not the trouble, but she brought trouble, thought (Y/N) distastefully.

The group in the lobby peered outside to see shark demons with a battering ram attempting to break down the doors.

“Oh, shit,” said Mimzy, ducking and covering her head.

A portal opened in the lobby, and Vaggie, Charlie, and Lucifer stepped through. Lucifer closed his portal and looked around, almost bored (and not a little disappointed).

“Que carajo?!” cried Vaggie.

“What’s going on?” asked Charlie.

“I maaaaay be in trouble with some loan shark’s,” admitted Mimzy. “I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand from—”

Bam!

“Eep!” Mimzy jumped behind the bar to hide.

“You better come out!” shouted the Loan Shark.

“And I may have also stolen a car…and crashed it…into the loan shark’s girlfriend.” Mimzy coughed awkwardly and then frowned. “But that bitch had it coming!”

Boom! Crash! Bam!

Piles of flaming wood were cannoned through the windows of the hotel, landing all around the group.

“My windows!” cried Niffty.

“We’re under siege, take cover!” cried Pentious.

“Look out!” said Vaggie, jumping aside. “What the fuck?!”

“Shit!” (Y/N) dodged as the flames ate at the lobby and licked at them, singing the flowers atop their head. “That’s it!”

(Y/N) raised a hand, and briars ripped out of the ground outside of the hotel. They grabbed at the loan sharks, who yelped and dodged as best they could. (Y/N) stepped onto the sill of the broken windows.

“Go the fuck away!” they spat.

As roses and thorns thrashed at any sharks they could grab, (Y/N) just watched as blood was spilled. They didn’t care. These people were trying to break their home. (Y/N) wasn’t letting that happen.

“Ya see, this is exactly what I’m talking about, Charlie,” sighed Lucifer. “You build something nice, you invite people in, you offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. It doesn’t matter how well-intentioned you are, they’re always going to disappoint you.”

“All of you, get to a safe distance!” said Vaggie. “(Y/N), stop tearing people apart, I’ll handle it!”

“I’ve almost got them all,” snapped (Y/N) back. These people were hurting their family. They deserved whatever they got.

“Fucking bitch!”

The Loan Shark in charge fired at them, and (Y/N) ducked, wincing as several of their leaves and petals burned away. They held their head and stumbled back, the vines outside crushing the men in their grips in reaction to (Y/N)’s pain and alarm.

“(Y/N)!” called Vaggie, lifting her spear to help them.

“Leave it to me.”

Everyone looked at Alastor in surprise, not having expected him to step in. However, they flinched at the sinister glint in his eyes because, despite his signature smile, the look promised agony for the shark demons outside. Attacking the hotel and burning (Y/N) (as surprising as it was, the patrons and staff of the hotel had to admit that (Y/N)’s injury seemed to get Alastor intercede) had sealed the sharks’ deaths.

“It’s time I remind everyone why I am here.”

As another round of fire sped towards (Y/N) and the hotel, shadows ripped up to catch the fireball, smothering it in an instant as the shark demons stepped back at the display of power.

“Oh, finally, took ya long enough!” said Mimzy.

“A reminder to all, not to mess with the Radio Demon!”

Green light surrounded Alastor, and shadows lifted him into the air. Several tendrils crashed out to the law of the hotel and stabbed through the remaining shark demons, brutally killing them in an instant. Alastor floated outside, shadows covering himself and pushing (Y/N) back into the hotel as he leered over the lesser sinners. He laughed evilly as their screams rang out.

“Are you alright, kid?” said Husk, looking at (Y/N)’s head as they backed up towards the bar.

(Y/N) felt their head and winced. Apparently, losing the flowers was a legitimate injury for them. Blood came away with their hand. “I think I need some bandages…”

“We’ll make sure ya get some,” said Angel. He squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder. “Thanks for helping us.”

“I wanted them to stop,” said (Y/N), smiling a tiny bit.

“I will devour each and every one of you!”

Outside the hotel, Alastor grew to a giant size, looming over the terrified, suffering shark demons. He cackled as they tried to run and escape his joyful torture of them.

“Mhm, ya see?” Lucifer shook his head as blood splattered across the ground. “What I tell ya? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There’s really no point in trying.”

“Dad, stop! (Y/N) and Alastor were both defending this hotel!” snapped Charlie, unwilling to hear Lucifer belittle the people she cared about. “He might be doing it in a more…sadistic way than I’d hoped.” She cringed as Alastor swallowed a shark whole. “But they both are doing it for me! How come they have faith in me, but my own father can’t?”

“Ooh, drama,” said Angel, pulling popcorn out of God knows where.

Alastor finished outside and shrank down to his regular size. “Oh, I missed getting to let off steam.”

“Oh, Alastor, what a fantastic show!” chuckled Mimzy, walking out. She clapped. “Bravo, as always! Thanks for helpin’ lil’ ol’ me outta a tough spot, you’re always such a pal.” A piece of the hotel crashed to the ground, and she jumped before chuckling sheepishly. “Sorry about the mess, but I’m sure the lil’ bug can take care of it for ya.”

“I think you should go Mimzy. Now.” Alastor’s smile never left, but his voice was sharp, warning.

“Oh, pff, Alastor, you’re such a kidder, you!” Mimzy laughed his words off. “You are so funny!”

“I mean it.” Alastor cut her off. “You deliberately brought danger to this place and the people within just to have me clean up your mess. I can’t have that here.”

“But you love takin’ care a’ me?” said Mimzy, laughing nervously. Seeing no change, she shifted tactics and scoffed. “What? You don’t actually give a shit about this tacky place and the people livin’ in it, do ya? Come on. I know you.” She attempted to tease him. “You heartless son of a bitch.”

Alastor pushed her back with his staff. “You are welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot. But I think we both know that’s not really your style. So you need to leave.”

Mimzy spluttered. “Fine! Who needs ya? Have fun with ya lil’ princess and ya lil’ kid and ya lil’ hotel!”

Alastor’s eye twitched at the surprising phrasing, but he remained as intimidating and as collected as ever.

“See if I care!” Mimzy gave him the finger and stalked off.

Alastor was unimpressed by her attempt to frustrate him.

Behind him, Angel, Husk, and Pentious nodded in satisfaction that the flapper demon was leaving. Behind them, Charlie was chasing down Lucifer to talk to him due to his continuingly disappointing attitude towards the hotel. However, Alastor brushed past them all (after summoning shadows to repair the hotel) and headed towards the actual rooms of the hotel.

Alastor glanced at his shadow as he walked. It didn’t require his words to understand what he wanted, and it pointed down the hall. Alastor melted into the shadows, following his own.

Emerging in a hotel room, Alastor glanced around. Undoubtedly, this was (Y/N)’s room. It was fairly bare, still quite hotel-like and impersonal, but flower petals littered the floor, and roses grew in a protective curtain around the bed.

Alastor turned away from the room to face the bathroom. (Y/N) could be heard within, and Alastor approached. He peered through the crack in the door before making any move to enter.

(Y/N) stood within the bathroom. Frowning, they twisted awkwardly in an attempt to properly see their burn injury. They attempted to reach up and put burn cream on their head, but the roses on their head flinched and wilted in pain, causing (Y/N) to wince as well.

At that, Alastor found himself melting through the shadows and reforming behind (Y/N). “My, oh, my, this is quite an unfortunate display.”

(Y/N) jumped. “Alastor?”

“Who else?” chuckled Alastor. “Oho, my, what a burn you’ve got there.”

“The loan shark got a hit on me while I was handling some of his men,” said (Y/N), focusing on trying to reach their wound again.

“At least your training seems to have done some good,” said Alastor approvingly.

“Really?” (Y/N) blinked at looked at Alastor in the mirror.

“Yes, your use of magic is improving quite well,” said Alastor. “We’ll address defensive techniques next time.”

(Y/N) nodded, hissing as a petal fell and touched their wound. They grimaced and gingerly removed it.

“Until then, we should take care of that,” said Alastor, gesturing his staff to the injury. “I can’t have you walking around like that. The hotel needs to keep up a good appearance.”

He snapped his fingers, and two tendrils of shadow lifted up. They picked up the burn cream and bandages. (Y/N) watched warily as they approached by the first apply the salve to their wound. They winced, but the tendrils were gentle, and as soon as the cream had absorbed, the second tendril placed a bandage overtop, careful to avoid disturbing any other roses blooming.

Alastor looked at the shadows’ work and nodded in satisfaction. The tendrils disappeared, and he and (Y/N) were left alone.

“Thank you,” said (Y/N), looking at the bandaging in the mirror.

“Nonsense, you would have gotten it done in time, but your failure wasn’t entertaining enough to let continue,” said Alastor, grinning and waving a hand.

“No, not for that.” (Y/N) turned to face him. “For helping me with the loan sharks when they hurt me.” They shrugged. “I know it was to show off in front of Lucifer, but it helped.”

Alastor tilted his head, still grinning. “You seem to thank me a lot for helping you when you know I’m not an altruist.”

“I guess I do,” said (Y/N). “But I was in a shitty position.”

Alastor lightly tapped (Y/N)’s forehead with his microphone. “I couldn’t let my protégé get too burned.” His grin widened. “Do try not to get harmed in the future.”

(Y/N) was surprised by the warning? Concern? Whatever it was, Alastor melted into the shadows before (Y/N) could respond to his face.

(Y/N) smiled. “I’ll try.”

They knew the shadows were listening.

Alastor emerged in his room, the shadows carrying (Y/N)’s words to him. He looked out of the window over Pentagram City. Even in the night, the lights never shut off, always shining with life (well, death) and energy.

However, so far removed from the city proper, the hotel sat on its own. It existed in a quieter space and left Alastor with just his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, those thoughts were not plots or strategies that night. No, they were over weakness—sentimentality that he was showing. It was pathetic, yet it was true. Yes, he had it as under control as he could have it, but the truth was also that he was having instances of weakness.

It all started with (Y/N). First, the child allowed him to teach them, which was good for Alastor’s schemes for power. But then they had seen his motivations and still not questioned it, instead just thanking him. Alastor hadn’t been thanked for anything in years.

And then Alastor had found that, despite his plans going astray, he was willing to continue teaching them. Why should he give strength to someone who could become his enemy? It was a foolish idea.

But that, apparently, wasn’t the extent of Alastor’s foolishness. He had comforted the child. He had pathetically seen himself, young and afraid and tired, in the cowering child and allowed his shadows to calm them down. He had done what a young Alastor would have wanted for (Y/N).

And now, Alastor had not only defended them when those idiotic shark demons attacked but ensured they were healing well. Alastor was familiar with his possessiveness when it came to the souls he controlled, but this was something else.

It was protectiveness. It was sentiment. It was weakness.

Alastor tsked. First he found a friend in Hell (dear Rosie) and now whatever (Y/N) was? What was happening to the Radio Demon?

This was disgraceful.

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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｡⁠*ﾟ Who would poison you and why

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Jade Leech: It's not that his intention is to poison you. It's more a matter of you being too innocent and trusting him too much, eating the mushrooms directly from his hand. You don't even notice the sinister smile that adorns his face. But don't worry, this menace of a eel here will take great care of you as he rubs comforting circles on your back and watches your reactions, watching as you slowly gaps and suffocate, trembling in his arms, your shiny eyes asking for help.

"Shush, darling, this will pass soon." He murmurs quietly, as if it were something common. Drinking in your fear as if he wasn't even worried at all if you lived or died, though there's all an antidote in his pocket.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vil Schoenheit: You misbehaved, so to speak. That's it. Vil isn't inherently controlling with you, since you're his beloved and he trust you enough to know that you wouldn't do nothing dangerous or that he would deemed as stupid. You thought though that doing parkour when you clearly don't know how to was a good idea. You don't even know how hard his poor heart was pounding when he saw your elaborated and badly executed jumps, one bad landing and you could break your legs or worse. So now you're laying in his bed, sleeping sedated with his powerful poison till he give you an antidote. For now, you're staying where he can see you. Later, when he is more calm, he's going to talk with you about what you did.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook Hunt: This one here actually depends. If you tried to run away he would shoot you and all his arrows are soaked in paralizing venom so his prey can't escape from him. Aside from that, he could be trying to build your immunity against poison, feeding you a little everyday, each time growing a little till you're drinking poison like it's soda.

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Barbatos: He does because you're trying to do something dangerous or you're trying to leave him, either way you can't leave if you can't move, if you don't know where you are. Barbatos made a special place specially for you, a dimension only he can come and go as he please and the best part is that nobody else can enter it. Nobody hears you, nobody sees you. Maybe if you were a good human things could be different.

Satan: It was an accident. He was trying to poison Lucifer, but you just had to go and sip from Lucifer's cup! Who even does this? It's almost as if you indirectly wants to kiss Lucifer! Oh gods, he doesn't even wants to think about this. And now here you are, struggling to breath like you're a fish out of the water, quickly he cast a spell on you to make sure you're ok. But now that his prank is over you have to make it up to him somehow!

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Sebastian: Everything was planned down to the smallest detail. He would poison you till you're fragile and sick, so bedridden and dependent that you couldn't even had strength to lift one finger, then he would come to you to propose that you make a pact with him. But also to blame your cooks, your maids, and all those who were supposed to take care of you, all those people are healthy while day after day you get worse.

"They're poisoning you darling", he says. And you believe him, because it is the only correct conclusion to have.

Only he can make you feel better, only at his side you're healthy and well, and he takes you with him when the pact is made, away from everything you knew. And now that he has you, he won't let you go, for you are his to have and love, you're his mate.

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freckles-things · 3 months

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Rescued by the Devil

Summary: What happens when you run away from your abusive husband? Who will be able to help you? And why does he nearly run you over with his car?

Pairings: platonic Lucifer x reader

Warnings: abusive marriage (not descriptive), mentions of blood

The bitter cold of the night seemed to seep into your bones as you sprinted down the desolate street. Each ragged gasp of breath felt like a lifeline, a desperate attempt to outpace your tormentor. The pounding of your heart echoed in your chest, matching the ache in your soul. Bruises adorned your body, and the pain in your bones matched the ache in your soul.

The sound of screeching tires shattered the otherwise quiet night and were your only warning as you stumbled onto the road, gasping for air. Your heart hammered in your chest as a black luxury car came hurtling towards you. Frozen in fear, you braced yourself for the impact that seemed inevitable. At the last moment, the car swerved, narrowly avoiding a direct collision and merely grazing your body. But the impact still sent you crashing to the pavement and knocked the wind out of you. Groaning in pain, you struggled to catch your breath and get back on your feet.

The driver's side door swung open, and out stepped a tall, impeccably dressed man with devilishly handsome features, looking equal parts furious and bewildered.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice smooth and rich and his piercing gaze taking in your disheveled state. "Running in front of cars now, are we?"

You took a step back, wincing at the pain that shot through your side. Despite the throbbing ache in your body, you gritted your teeth and tried to stand your ground. "I... I had to... I had to get away," you managed to spit out, your voice barely audible as you fought to remain on your feet.

His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized your battered appearance, ignoring your words.

"Well, congratulations, love," he said with clear disdain, the sarcasm virtually dripping from his words. "You've managed to stop a moving vehicle with your rather dramatic entrance. Quite impressive."

You clenched your jaw, defiance burning within you. Ignoring his sarcasm, you mustered the strength to retort, meeting his gaze head-on. "I didn't have much of a choice. And I'd rather take my chances with a moving vehicle than face another minute with that monster of a husband."

As he continued to observe you more closely, the stranger's expression softened slightly. His keen gaze gliding over the old and fresh bruises, the fear in your eyes, and picking up on the way you flinched when he took a step closer.

"Please, I need help. I can't go back," you pleaded, desperation seeping into your voice. You knew that he was your only chance. Your husband hadn't been that far behind you once you'd run and you were sure he was lingering in the shadows nearby, waiting to pounce on you once the stranger had disappeared. You'd have no chance, all the head-start you'd had would be gone and you'd have to face the punishment for your unsuccessful escape. Tears streamed down your face, and your entire body trembled with fear and exhaustion. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to do this. You were sure that your body wouldn't cooperate much longer.

The man's features softened even further, and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. "Fine," he said, the resignation in his voice clearly mingling with sympathy. "Get in."

For a moment, doubt flickered in your mind. Should you trust a stranger? But something about his aura, his presence, gave you a glimmer of hope. And after all: it couldn't get much worse than what you would face if you didn't. Taking a calculated risk, you got into the car, unsure of what lay ahead and where you were even going.

As the car sped down several streets your posture grew more hunched by the minute. The adrenaline that had fueled your escape now waned, and the pain in your body was intensifying steadily. You winced at the small bumps of the road, tears prickeling at the corners of your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You'd experienced worse after all.

The man glanced at you, his concerned eyes piercing through you. "You alright there, love?" he asked, surprising you with unexpected gentleness.

You wanted so badly to hold on, to keep up the facade of indifference. But for some reason you couldn't. Without realising it, you shook your head, the floodgates of emotion breaking open. "No, I'm not," you admitted, your voice cracking with vulnerability. "But I'm alive, thanks to you."

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "Well, you're welcome, I suppose," he said, his tone again a mix of annoyance and indifference. What was wrong with him? You didn't necessarily need or want his sympathy, but the back and forth of emotions was exhausting and confusing you.

You frowned, feeling a surge of unreasonable frustration at his response. "You know, most people would show a little more empathy." you snapped, your emotions raw and unfiltered. Instinctively you moved as far away as possible, expecting a response fueled by anger at your insolence.

He chuckled however, a smirk playing on his lips. "Darling, I'm not most people," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm the Devil, after all."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you looked at him with renewed uncertainty. "The Devil?" you repeated incredulously.

He nodded, a self-satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. "That's right. Lucifer Morningstar, at your service," he said with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

You stared at him in disbelief, your mind racing. The Devil? Seriously? Did he have no better introduction? It literally did fit his name though, that you had to admit. You quietly mumbled your own name in response.

"What are you doing here, then?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and variness at his antics. The Devil, as if. "Shouldn't you be busy torturing souls or something?"

Lucifer chuckled, the sound grating on your frayed nerves. "Oh, I do have my fair share of responsibilities, but I do enjoy a bit of a break now and then," he replied casually. "And apparently, fate decided to throw you into my path tonight. Quite literally at that"

"Haha", you muttered but couldn't quite help the corners of your mouth trying to lift into a smile. The rest of the drive was spent in silence, though it was a more comfortable one than before.

His car stopped in a parking house and you aprehensively glanced at him. While you had willingly taken the calculated risk of getting into his car, you still were on high alert. Looking for any possible exit and threat in your surroundings, calculating the best for a possible escape. Maybe you should have stayed outside. Who knew what this man had planned with you. Just because he hadn't tried anything yet, didn't mean he wouldn't. And while the adrenaline had pushed your body to it's limits and beyond, the pain had been slowly increasing and made it harder to move.

Trying to get your attention but not succeeding, Lucifer reached out and gently touched your shoulder. You flinched at his touch, almost throwing yourself against the far end of the car. His gaze softened again, and he swiftly withdrew his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm aware that you have no reason to believe me, but you don't have to be afraid anymore. You're with me now."

Feeling a flicker of reassurance in his words, you hesitantly met his gaze. It was as if his eyes held a glimmer of understanding, a depth that hinted at a tumultuous past. Though the circumstances were uncertain, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, a sense of trust blooming amidst the chaos that had consumed your life.

You just nodded at his words, still glancing around the parking area. There weren't a lot of cars and those you could see you recognised as luxury ones. Now that you thought about it, the interior of Lucifer's car very much looked like a luxury car as well. You hadn't really paid attention to it before.

"I live in the penthouse apartment at the top of the building. There's a private elevator we have to take. Only a hand full of people have the code, half of whom work for the LAPD." You recognised what he said as an indirect reassurance that no one could enter his apartment unnoticed, which was greatly appreciated.

Gathering your strength, you mustered the courage to slowly open the car door, and cautiously maneuvered out of the confined space, mindful of the pain that flared with each movement. Gasps of discomfort escaped your lips, but you remained resolute in your determination to persevere. Only once your body threatened to give up on you, did Lucifer step in.

"You look like you're going to collapse any second. Let me help you, love."

You nodded reluctantly, watching him as he cautiously approached you. You cringed away from the initial contact, but forced yourself to stay still afterwards. He was right. You would not make it to the elevator on your own and as sad as it was, Lucifer's apartment was your safest bet right now.

With one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist to support you, you gingerly stepped into the elevator. The pain in your body spiking with every movement, causing gasps to escape your lips. But you were determined to push through. Lucifer, ever attentive, noticed your struggle and adjusted his grip to provide more stability while trying to avoid any cuts and bruises. Not that he was having much luck.

As the elevator doors closed, the two of you were enveloped in a momentary silence. The dimly lit space felt both comforting and eerie, the soft hum of the elevator serving as a backdrop to your ragged breaths. You stole a glance at Lucifer, his expression a mix of concern and determination. There was an air of power and mystery around him, and it was both captivating and unsettling.

As the elevator jolted to life, you braced yourself against the wall, trying to find a balance between the pain coursing through your body and the need to stay upright. You could feel Lucifer's unwavering support, his arm providing a steady anchor amidst the storm raging within you. His gaze on your face slighly hardening with every gasp of pain you emitted.

"My dear," he murmured softly, his voice laced with sympathy, "what has been done to you is unforgivable."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with pain and fear. The weight of your past experiences resting heavily on your shoulders, making it difficult to trust, to let someone in. Yet, in that moment, as you stood together in that confined space, you felt a flicker of hope ignite deep within you.

"I... I didn't know where to go," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think anyone would help me."

Lucifer's heart ached as he took in your battered form, the vulnerability etched into every line of your face. Without a second thought, he reached out to you, his touch gentle as he wiped away a tear with his thumb. You flinched at first, the instinctive reaction born out of the countless painful encounters you had endured. But his touch was different—filled with a warmth you hadn't felt in a long time.

"No one has the right to hurt you," he said, his voice low and filled with righteous indignation. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone harm you."

His words held a sincerity that resonated deep within you, soothing the wounds that extended far beyond the physical. In that moment, you allowed yourself to believe, to trust that this enigmatic man before you was someone who could offer you the solace and protection you so desperately wanted and needed.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a lavish penthouse apartment bathed in soft, golden light. You marveled at the opulence surrounding you, feeling a mix of awe and apprehension. Lucifer guided you over the threshold, his arm never leaving your side, ensuring that you felt supported every step of the way.

As you entered the sanctuary of his home, a sense of relief washed over you. The outside world, with its darkness and torment, felt distant and insignificant within these walls. You could finally breathe, unburdened by the constant fear that had plagued you for so long.

Lucifer led you to a plush couch, carefully helping you to lower yourself onto its soft cushions. He disappeared momentarily, returning with a first aid kit in his hand. With steady hands and a gentle touch, he tended to your wounds. Each gesture, no matter how small, served as a reminder that you were no longer alone, that at least right in this moment someone was there to care for you.The pain persisted, refusing to be easily forgotten, but Lucifer's presence provided a comforting distraction.

"Ah, my dear," he quipped to get rid of the silencebetweenyou, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he carefully wrapped a bandage around your wrist, "I must say, you really know how to make an entrance. Not everyone gets a personal chauffeur in the form of the Devil himself."

You chuckled weakly, the corners of your lips turning up despite yourself. "Well, I guess I have a knack for attracting trouble," you replied, feeling a little more at ease in Lucifer's company.

He flashed you a grin, his devilish charm in full force. "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, darling. It's not every day I get to play the knight in shining armor. Quite the rolereversal."

You couldn't help but blush at his teasing, grateful for his lightheartedness. His witty remarks and quick comebacks brought a sense of levity to the heavy atmosphere, making you forget, if only for a moment, the pain and fear that had consumed you.

Lucifer's touch was gentle as he continued to tend to your wounds, his fingers moving with practiced ease. He cleaned each cut and bruise with meticulous care, his focus unwavering. The pain, though still present, seemed to diminish in intensity as his hands worked their healing magic, applying ointments and dressing the cuts with gentle precision.

As he worked, you marveled at his dexterity, the way he handled each bandage and antiseptic wipe with expertise. It was clear that he had encountered similar situations before, and his expertise gave you a sense of relief. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax into his care as best as you could.

"I apologize for any discomfort, my dear," he said softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. "I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."

You nodded, grateful for his presence and the tenderness he exhibited. Despite his initial sarcastic demeanor, he had proven himself to be compassionate and empathetic.

"Thank you, Lucifer. I... I didn't expect this."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability. "Sometimes, even the Devil can surprise himself," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Everyone deserves compassion, especially in moments of pain."

Silence settled between you as he continued his ministrations, and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of trust and connection. The sound of running water caught your attention, and you opened your eyes to find Lucifer wetting a cloth under a nearby sink. He returned to your side, wringing out the excess water, and gently began to clean the dried blood from your face. His touch was gentle, his movements deliberate, as if he was handling something incredibly precious.

"There, that's better," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can't have you going around looking like a walking piece of art, now can we?"

You managed another weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. Despite the pain that still lingered in your body, you found solace in Lucifer's presence, in the warmth of his care.

Once he finished dressing your wounds, Lucifer retrieved a soft blanket from a nearby armchair and carefully draped it around your shoulders. The warmth enveloped you, offering a comforting embrace that went beyond the physical.

"You need rest, my dear," he said gently, his voice filled with concern. "Allow yourself to recover. I'll be here if you need anything."

You reached out, grabbing his hand instinctively, not wanting to be alone.

"Please, stay," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he nodded. "Of course," he replied, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'll be right here."

He settled into a chair beside the sofa, his presence a steady anchor that eased your troubled mind.

You nodded, a deep sense of exhaustion washing over you. The pain, both physical and emotional, had taken its toll, and you realized how desperately your body and mind needed respite. As you settled into the couch, with Lucifer nearby, a strange sense of safety enveloped you. The world outside, with all its chaos and cruelty, felt far away. As sleep finally claimed you, Lucifer remained by your side, watching over you like a guardian in the darkness, his mere presence a source of reassurance in the midst of your pain.

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Sooo, forst try for the Lucifer fandom. Not sure I portrayed Luci correctly ^^ Thanks for reading tho!

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calina12 · 3 months

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Also, holy FUCK, was episode 4 massive for Charlie's character!

Yes, she REALLY needed that reality check about how bad the lives of the sinners are she tries to help, but it also lead to Charlie taking her proper role for a solid second when she get angry at Valentino.

It's quite obvious to me that Vaggie will be the one to actually run the hotel, so it's Charlie's job to not only use her unique position as princess of hell to deal with heaven for her people's sake, she's also supposed to be protective mighty force her guests can find the save haven in they desperately need to escape their circumstances.

When any of their powerful abusers dare to enter the hotel it's HER job to put them in their place and away from their victims.

Her place isn't running the hotel, SHE'S supposed to be the hotel's and people's protector, and I'm so fucking hyped to see her growing into that role. To see her rip open that portal between hell and heaven for good to free her people herself if she fucking has to.

But episode 4 is also so important for Charlie because it showed us just how massive of a toll it took on her that her mother just up and left 7 years ago, and we were already told that Lucifer ain't the dad of the year either.

Angel forgiving her at the end of the episode meant so much to her because she feared so fucking badly that she ruined everything, he would hate her and leave forever, into a life she would have had had a hand in making worse.

Obviously she has massive abandonment issues and as Husker correctly stated: she's a bleeding heart who wants to solve everyone's problems except her own.

And she does that because very clearly she was highly neglected by her parents in her emotional needs, even if I don't put into question at all that they love her.

She desperately tries to help and find in others what she didn't get from her parents, to get a group of people she can finally trust and who won't abandone her, so she tries everything she can to solve everyone else's problems because that way she thinks she will "earn" being worthy of being loved and not abandoned.

So when she just showed up at Angel's work place to talk to Valentino without checking with Angel beforehand what she has to do to NOT cause him hell, and caused an absolute fucking disaster HE had to pay the whole price for and NOT her because of her privilege and immunity as Princess of Hell, that was literally one of the worst things for her she could have caused.

It hit all her insecurities in the worst ways possible. And I'm so glad that they had Angel say "thank you for caring about me" and not "thank you for trying" because that's not the same and what Charlie needed was indeed the former.

She really desperately needed to hear from him that the reason why he forgives her is that he understands that she did all of this because she CARES for him. That his reason for forgiving her has nothing to do with him prioritized anything else she can GIVE or provide over seeing HER.

Mind you, of course this whole disaster she caused can't be justified and it has no business ever happening again to such horrific degrees, she NEEDS to work through her own problems ASAP because the people who depend on her as the privileged and basically untouchable person in power who promised them protection can't continue paying the price for her actions

But this is a fictional story, so I'm talking about the narrative when I say that both Charlie's and Angel's characters needed this to happen for their development.

Just, good fucking God, let this have been the peak of Charlie's naivety and the incident she needed to start healing a deep scar in her heart. I love Charlie to pieces, please give us the pay-off now from the emotional development and what she learned by now so she can grow into the mighty mama bear she is meant to be without her unintentionally continuously hurting her adopted hurt cubs.

Because thats a factor I can't and won't ever ignore in her type of (main) character and in her leader role and privileged position/ status in all of this.

Fingers crossed, cause I'm so fucking ready to love this sweet broken girl with the heart of a lion, with every inch of my being.

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fenriagnar · 3 months

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The theory of Lilith's redemption and possible leaks.

Recently, a person claimed that he knows the plot of the second season. I don't know how much you can believe this. But even as a theory, Lilith's involuntary redemption sounds good.

What if she got redeemed involuntary 7 years ago? Her love, motherhood, and helping people of hell made her get redeemed. If she could go to Hell before, she would have, unless she needed high authority permission. Lilith's redemption fits so well with the plot and her disappearance that I now don't know how to feel about the substitution theory. Plus, given the theory that she had a deal with Alastor, she could have sent him to help with Charlie's plan. Because she KNOWS that redemption is possible. But Heaven will not allow others to know this in order to maintain order. The court didn't even think about taking Charlie's side. Sera initially asked Adam to handle it. Sera was not happy about Pentious's redemption. And she's clearly not at the top of Heaven's hierarchy, she just doesn't ask questions. She doesn’t even know how souls are judged. Perhaps Sera did not want to let Lilith go. But it would be logical for Lute to contribute to her escape to Hell. Because Charlie threatens the foundations of Heaven, as she herself said. Charlie was able to fight off the attack and kill Adam. She revealed the existence of extermination. And continues to cause trouble. But they cannot do anything with her, because simple angels cannot resist Lucifer. And killing Charlie would go against the agreement with Hell. I don't know how Charlie's victory in the battle will affect Heaven, considering that the extermination was a secret. But the higher ranks clearly knew about this. And someone has already suggested that Lucifer could not intervene in the battle before attacking Charlie because attempting to kill her was against the agreement. They can kill sinners as much as they want. AND. There have already been hints that the theme of the seven archangels will be raised.

If you look at the halos, both scenes have the same angels.

So I can imagine that as the opposition to Heaven progresses, we will see some of them. This may sound somewhat unrelated. But if Lilith is a captive in Heaven, this will obviously concern them somehow. Charlie's actions are already having an impact on Heaven. Her achievements are already beyond Sera's authority. The substitution theory does not coincide with the last portrait, where Lilith has all her attributes.

What if Eve is Roo who will appear in later seasons? Because it’s strange to me that Lilith in the portrait with Charlie as a teenager is normal. How could Lilith or Eve even get to Heaven on their own? Why would anyone let them in there? Plus, in the pilot(canon), Lilith had a lot of different hairstyles and dresses in her portraits.

But those are just my thoughts.

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Request:

Could you bullet-style head cannons about Mc having a snake as a pet? Or just any scary/unusual animal if you don’t want to zero in on just snakes.

Have a nice day/afternoon/night!

Hi there, anon!

Okay assuming we're in the OG timeline lol and MC has their snake in the House of Lamentation, here are the brothers' reactions!

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC's pet snake

Warnings: Um, well, there's the snake? But otherwise none lol.

Lucifer

Not another one. He's been through this with the first Henry. Lucifer doesn't dislike snakes or anything, but he wants to be sure this one won't get enormous in size. If you're able to reassure him that this is just a normal snake that won't grow into a giant, then he's going to be fine with it.

Might think it's a little weird. Aren't snakes dangerous for humans? You might have to explain why you can keep this particular snake as a pet and that he doesn't need to worry about your safety.

He's going to be very strict about snake habitat maintenance. Consider this one of your regular chores, MC. Don't think he's going to let you keep a snake in the House of Lamentation without making sure you keep the tank clean.

Has no fear of snakes, though, so if it escapes its tank or something you can count on him. There's no way he's going to let it slither around the house for very long. Finds it almost immediately and returns it to you. Scolds you to be more careful and make sure the snake is always secure.

Mammon

He's not afraid of snakes! No, really! He's not! He probably isn't too scared of them, but they do make him a little nervous. Especially if he thinks that you're in any danger. Asks you a lot of questions about whether your snake has venom and if it's really okay for you to be holding it.

If you clearly care about the snake, Mammon will kinda end up caring about it, too. He gets comfortable with the snake, holding it and feeding it. Acts like it's no big deal. Of course he doesn't love MC's snake! He's just ready to help take care of it, that's all!

He might also have to be reassured that the snake will not get huge, but as long as it stays a normal snake size, he's gonna be cool with it. He actually thinks you look really cool with it. He knows that snakes are normally considered dangerous and scary, but the way you let it slither around your neck is pretty badass.

You can be sure he's going to buy your snake things, though. Do they make collars for snakes? Probably not, but he would get one made if you wanted it! He's also gonna buy you snake themed things. Expect a lot of snake shaped jewelry. He probably really likes those snake shaped rings that take up half your finger.

Leviathan

MC! You have a pet snake?! Oh boy, you've made his whole life complete. As if Levi didn't already love you enough, this is just going to send him over the moon. He's so obsessed with your snake, he wants to know all about it. Tell him how you got it, what its name is, what kind of snake it is, what does it eat, etc.

He wants to hang out with you and your snake all the time. Absolutely happy to help you take care of it, whether that's cleaning the tank or feeding it. Probably knows a lot about the best way to care for snakes. Might even have some of Henry 1.0's old things if you need or want them.

Really ends up bonding with your snake. You might start feeling like the snake likes Levi more than it likes you. But Levi will tell you this is not the case. He and the snake both love you very much. Might get the courage to tell you that to your face just to reassure you.

Gets a little nostalgic for the days when he had his own pet snake. Might reminisce about it to you. Just don't let him take the snake with him to the labyrinth under the castle to visit Henry 1.0. That will likely end in a disaster you will need to rescue them from.

Satan

He might have been worried about your safety except that he likely knows all about the type of snake you have as a pet. He does think it's a little weird. Wouldn't you rather have a soft sweet cat as a pet? Though there is a ban on cats in the House of Lamentation, so maybe it's better you have a snake.

Obviously he gives you books that are about the type of snake you have as a pet. Don't worry, he already read them all. He’ll be happy to discuss everything in them with you once you’ve read them.

Trusts that you’re going to maintain your snake’s diet and habitat, but has ideas for how to make them better. Likely has done some research into best snake keeping practices. Just wants to help you with something that you clearly care about.

Tries to befriend the snake. Likely does a decent job, but has to learn that it doesn’t act like a cat would. But Satan is good at figuring things out and he always listens to you when you tell him what to do. The snake becomes attached and now he’s thrilled. Look, MC! Your snake came over and wrapped itself around him!

Asmodeus

He has the best idea ever: snake themed fashion show. Don’t worry, MC! He’s not going to make you wear snakeskin boots or anything like that! He’s thinking about snake motifs and using the snake itself as an accessory. He’s going to dress you up, drape the snake across your shoulders, and take a ton of pictures.

If your snake is cool with it and it’s okay with you, Asmo will design little snake outfits for it. Mostly consists of adorable little hats. You guys take pictures and post them on Devilgram. Your snake becomes a famous internet pet celebrity.

Not at all afraid of your snake. As long as it stays a normal size and he doesn’t have to charm it into submission, he thinks it’s cute. Look at that adorable little tongue! Those shiny scales!

Gives you gifts for your snake - he has ideas for making your snake’s tank look amazing. Also tends to buy you cute snake themed things when he find them. If he find something that has both a snake and a scorpion, he will get it for you immediately.

Beelzebub

Make sure he understands that this is a snake and not a slithering sausage. Show him how to identify the difference and he will make sure he doesn’t accidentally eat your pet. He might think about how best to cook it still, but will keep it to himself so as not to upset you.

Actually quite good with the snake. He’s not afraid of it at all but it does remind him of various foods. So whenever he spends too much time with it, he has to go find something to eat like noodles.

Enjoys watching the snake eat - look at how big its mouth gets, MC! He kinda wishes he could unhinge his jaw like that. Think about how much more he could eat if he had that ability. Might even try to find a way to make it possible. There has to be some kind of spell for that, right?

Gets a little protective of your snake. You love it so he also loves it. Doesn’t want anyone to step on it by accident. Content to let the snake hang out on his shoulder. That way nobody will step on it and he’s less likely to eat it, too.

Belphegor

Makes fun of you for having a weird pet. What kinda human wants a pet snake? Makes fun of you for having a pet so Levi-themed. Are you gonna get a pet sea serpent next, MC? It's all lighthearted, of course, but he can't pass up the opportunity.

Doesn’t care that it could be dangerous. Thinks you must be okay with it so why should he be concerned? You clearly love your snake and that’s pretty cute so he’s cool with it.

Turns out the snake is a good nap partner. It just coils up on his back or stomach and then if anybody tells him he needs to get up, he can say he can’t disturb the snake. It’s the perfect excuse. Leave him alone, can't you see the snake is asleep? It gets cranky if you wake it up. (Just like him.)

If your snake has a heat lamp, he’s going to sleep next to it all the time. It’s so warm and cozy. Belphie just wants to snuggle up next to your snake’s warm tank and snooze the day away. You'll probably find him in your room snoring away next to it on a regular basis.

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The Only Place You Could Go

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (Receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: I'm bad at planning so have a second Luci fic in a row. I've been thinking about this one for a while. It's my last post before kinktober, so enjoy some more casual stuff while it lasts. MC shows up on Luci's doorstep after a year of not talking following an explosive breakup. ~1500 words.

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It'd been a year since you'd talked to Lucifer. The breakup burned as bright as the relationship. White-hot rage and slamming doors. Shouting matches erupted at the slightest provocation.

It was strange then, that you found yourself at his doorstep again. Everything was going wrong. It felt like your life was falling apart and this was the one place you could think to go. He was the one person you could turn to.

Your clasped fist hovers inches from the door as you try to summon the strength to knock. What will he say? You think. But in your heart you know he's the only one.

When you find the courage to knock, you almost regret it as soon as your knuckles hit the wood. Soon enough you hear footsteps from within and you know it's too late.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. A thousand feelings flash across his face. He does his best to hide it, but it's something that only you could have noticed, having learned him so well in the past.

"Can… I help you?" He asks. He's clearly frustrated, but trying to play it cool.

You try to respond, but your eyes begin to water unexpectedly.

His annoyance fades quickly, seeing the state you're in. He steps out of the doorway and says, "Why don't you come inside?"

He sits you on the couch in the living room and returns shortly with a comforting drink for you.

"What's happened?" He asks. "It must be bad for you to show up here." He sits next to you on the couch while you sip your drink.

You start to explain. How everything is falling apart and nothing seems to be going right. Before you know it your eyes are watering again.

"Luci, it's just terrible," You say as the tears start to fall.

He pulls you close, resting your head on his chest as he strokes your hair. He holds you there for a minute while the sobs pour out of you and when you start to wind down to sniffling he says, "You're enough. You're amazing and I'm so proud of you."

He takes your face in his hands and tilts it up. Looking into your bleary eyes, he wipes your tears away. Your breath catches in nervousness. He strokes your cheek again before leaning in for a kiss.

You don't know what to think at first. You freeze in panic, though it feels so comforting and familiar. It feels good. His scent, his taste; it's exactly what you needed.

You sit up and start to kiss him back. Pushing into it, you feel him match your intensity. Soon enough, you're grabbing, and scratching, and groping at him with feral attraction. As you climb into his lap, you start tugging at his clothes.

He pulls away and for a second you share a look filled with burning passion before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you off to the room.

As he sets you on the bed, it's painfully quiet in here. All you can hear is the excited shuddering breaths that escape from yourself and Lucifer. Laying on your back, you look up as he stares down at you with some mixture of lust, aggression, and compassion.

He crawls up on the bed and brushes your hair out of your face before kissing your salty cheeks. With his hand on your cheek, his lips drift over to yours, locking you into a tender, sweet kiss.

Pulling away, he starts to unbutton his shirt, and you begin to remove your own clothes. He starts off methodically, but as each button comes loose, he grows more impatient, nearly ripping the thread in his fervor. As the last button comes undone, he moves down to his pants, pulling them down quickly as though the mere contact of the fabric with his skin burned.

He lays on his side next to you, and kisses you, caressing your cheek with his strong hand before it drifts down your torso. Soft, loving fingers trace your skin as his tongue gently flicks against yours. It’s silent in the room save for shuddering, breathy moans, quiet whimpers, and the smacking of lips as you feel each other’s bodies, just happy to touch each other again.

He reaches the space between your legs after some time, and you gasp faintly as he begins to rub you. Your hands, once locked around his neck, have drifted down to his cock, which you stroke softly and lovingly. You hold there for a while before pulling away ever so slightly and whispering against his lips. “Oh Luci, what happened to us?”

“Does it matter now?” He asks. “We’re here, and it feels right.”

“I don’t want to ever be away from you again. I want to lay here with you forever. Until we die. Until we’re overtaken.”

His eyes open halfway and the two of you share a deep, loving stare before locking lips again. The kisses get deeper, heavier, and you stroke his cock in steady pumps while he moans into your mouth. Eventually, the tension becomes unbearable, and he flips you on your back, pinning you by the wrists. For a brief moment your eyes meet before he quickly brings his lips to your neck. He presses sweet little kisses onto your skin, taking care to find every inch of skin left untouched. He cherishes your body in a way he never has before.

He lingers at your legs for some time, slowly placing wet little kisses on the tops of your thighs before moving inward. Each kiss is methodically placed to work you up before he even touches you so that when he does, it will be explosive.

And it is

His tongue flicks against you with fervent aggression, demanding your pleasure. You shriek in pleasure, which amplifies his ferocity. Growling, and pushing harder against you, he cherishes each moan and whimper he earns.

He wraps his arms around you, gripping your legs and pulling you closer as you try to inch away from the intensity. It’s almost unbearable the way he assaults your senses without giving you room to breathe. The cresting orgasm hits you harder than you expect and as it falls over you, it brings on convulsions and shrieks of pleasure that you know Luci will enjoy.

In no time at all, he's above you again. He hooks his arms through your legs, bending you in half and pointing your ass up at him. You didn't know you had this kind of flexibility within you, but of course Luci would be able to find it.

You can feel his cock rubbing up against your hole as he gazes into your eyes. There's complicated feelings swimming around behind them, but he does well to hide them. He pushes into you without breaking eye contact, watching you squirm as his length parts your walls.

Despite how clearly impatient he is, he takes his time easing into you, making sure you're ready. He groans as his length pushes further into you, and clenches his jaw as he buries the base of his cock in you. You can feel the aggression building up in him as he starts to pull out, and as he thrusts back in, it nearly knocks your breath out.

He fucks you like he used to hate-fuck you. It's aggressive and feral, perhaps remembering all the times you fought. Maybe he's upset that you came to him of all people when you had no one else, but at the same time, love still burns in his heart and it aches for your sadness. It's messy and complicated, and it all comes out in the way he makes love to you.

Each thrust down into you is more intense than the last, and though Luci grunts for the most part, you can tell from those sounds that he's getting close.

"Cum inside of me Luci," You beg as your fingernails find purchase in his back. He smirks, but doesn't bother to ask how you knew. He just thrusts, each time a little harder, bringing you closer as well.

You bite into his shoulder as you feel his cock throbbing inside you, pumping his seed deep inside you. "Go ahead," He whispers in your ear, "cum for me." You dig deeper in with your nails as another orgasm washes over you.

You shudder and convulse as he fills you up, letting out a long moan. He can barely hold your legs back as they shake violently in your pleasure. When the orgasm finally subsides, he releases your legs and you melt into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss.

Luci pulls his cock out, and you feel his cum start to leak out of you, dripping down between your ass cheeks. He pushes it back in with his fingers and lays next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

"That was sooo good," You moan as you listen to his pounding heart. He traces lines on your shoulder and plants a kiss on the top of your head. His chest heaves with a heavy contented sigh as you enjoy his warmth.

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Chapter 4 - A Winchester Welcome

Y/N finds herself in a bunker with three unfamiliar men that are determined to help her.

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I stir to the sound of unfamiliar voices, sounding muffled and far away.

“You must know something, I mean, why would he just take some regular girl?” A man with a gruff voice says.

“I’ve heard nothing of it. She’s not on the list of prophets and she doesn’t seem to have any connections to Heaven or Hell,” another man replies, his voice low, gravelly, and unusually monotone.

“So what? He just abducted her for fun?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” a third man pitched in, his voice slightly softer than the others.

My eyes flutter open, the light falling on my sensitive pupils. I quickly come to the realization that I am no longer in the house that Lucifer had dragged me to. I’m slumped over in a chair sat at a long wooden table in what looks to be some sort of underground shelter or bunker.

The foundation is made of steel, layed with brick, and supported by concrete pillars. Hundreds of books and weird artifacts displayed on shelves line every wall, illuminated by the soft warm glow of overhead lights.

I must consider my options quickly. Who knows how long it will take for the three men across the room to notice that I am no longer asleep. If I've learned anything recently, it's that the world is a lot more frightening than I've ever known before and nobody can be trusted.

I have to find a way out and fast. Running clearly hasn’t worked out for me, so that only leaves me one option: I have to fight my way out of here. I scan the room around me looking for anything to defend myself with. My eyes land on a sharp letter opener laying on the table in front of me on a stack of scattered papers and books. It’s not ideal, but it will have to do. I swipe it quickly and hold it at arm's length in front of me as I quietly rise from my seat.

This catches their attention, stopping their conversation dead in its tracks. For a second there’s silence, it hangs uncomfortably in the air until the tallest man finally speaks up.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you,” he says in a gentle, soothing voice, that in any other circumstance would have put me at ease.

He has long flowing locks of brown hair tucked behind his ears and a blue flannel that hugs his tall, muscular build. He’s well over six feet tall, not someone that I could easily take in a fight, he’d most likely snap me in half without breaking a sweat. But something about him is soft and caring.

He takes a hesitant step towards me and raises his hands to show he means no harm.

“Stay away from me you demonic fucks!” I yell, swinging the letter opener and slowly backing away towards the open hallway behind me. Truthfully I have no clue what the layout of this building is. For all I know, this hall could lead me even deeper into this nightmare of a situation, but staying in this room trapped with three mysterious men is not an option.

“We’re not demons, we’re here to help you. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean Winchester,” he gestures between him and the other man in flannel.

Dean puts on a fake smile and gives a half hearted wave.

My eyes shift to the man in a trenchcoat behind them, standing silently with an intense gaze.

Dean catches this and gives him a subtle nudge to the shoulder.

The man looks confused and annoyed at first, then clears his throat. “I am Castiel. Angel of the Lord,” he states flatly.

“Yeah? Well I've had enough of you twisted angels for a lifetime. So, if you'll excuse me, I’ll be taking my leave!” My voice quivers, but my face stays strong and stoic. I take a step back towards the nearest hallway, readying myself to make an escape.

Sam seems to take pity on me, clearly seen in his big brown puppy dog eyes.

Dean and Castiel on the other hand, look rather annoyed.

“You don't want to do that,” Dean warns.

“Yeah, and why’s that?” I huff, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Lucifer seems to have taken an interest in you and he will stop at nothing to find you. If there’s one thing I know about my brother, it’s that he’s stubbornly persistent,” the angel weighs in.

“We have this place sigilled to high Heaven. He won’t be able to get to you in here, but as soon as you leave those doors, we can’t protect you from him,” Dean says, crossing his arms.

“Why would you want to help me?”

“It’s what we do,” he replies with a smile.

“I promise you, you’re safe here. You just have to trust us,” Sam says, approaching me carefully like I'm some wounded animal.

I give a quick nod and reluctantly lower the letter opener, deciding to let my guard down, seeing as I don’t have many other options at the moment.

Sam takes the blade from my hand and flashes me a relieved smile, placing it on the worn wooden table. He pulls out two chairs, the scrape of wood echoing around the large room. He sits on the chair to the right and pats the other, urging me to sit next to him.

With caution I slide into the chair, never taking my eyes off him in fear this all may be a trap.

“What’s your name?” He asks kindly, gently placing his hand on mine in an act of sincerity.

I can’t help but remember the feeling of Lucifer's hand over mine, the buzz of electricity that quivered through us. I shake off the memory, refocusing my attention on Sam.

Dean and Castiel leave the room, having a hushed conversation between the two.

“Y/N.”

“That’s a lovely name.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say. “How are you holding up? I’m sure this is a lot to take in at once.” He feathers his hands through his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear.

“I’ve been better,” I reply bitterly.

He nods sympathetically.

The room goes quiet as we both become lost in thought.

Dean returns holding three bottles of beer, Cas following not far behind. He places a bottle in front of me, popping off the cap with a pocket knife before taking his seat across the table.

Cas looms awkwardly behind him, staring me down suspiciously, like a bomb that may go off at any moment.

Without a second thought, I grab the bottle, putting the cold glass rim up to my lips and chug. I close my eyes and feel the bubbly liquid flowing down my throat, leaving a warm sensation in its wake. I drink until the bottle’s completely empty, shaking it lightly to get every last drop. The alcohol eases my worries, reminding me of my days before the dreams started, before being kidnapped by the devil, before being injected by the mystery serum, before finding myself in a bunker with two men and their angel. The days, that in hindsight, I really took for granted. I open my eyes to see everyone staring at me intently.

Sam looks surprised, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly ajar.

Dean on the other hand smiles, clearly impressed. “So,” Dean says, trailing his eyes over my form. “Why is Lucifer so fixated on you?” He asks, kicking his feet up to rest on the table and taking a swig of his beer.

Sam shoots him a disapproving look, but chooses not to say anything.

“I’m not sure actually.” I glance down at my hands, picking at the skin of my cuticles absentmindedly.

Sam silently hands me his beer.

I nod appreciatively and take a sip, choosing to savor it this time. “I started having dreams of him about a month ago. Terrible, terrible dreams. Then he abducted me. I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but he seemed possessive and surprisingly affectionate towards me?” I say uncertain, not entirely sure if I believe the words coming out of my mouth.

The three men exchange glances between each other, somewhere between confusion and skepticism.

“Affection?” Dean asks, raising his brow.

“Yeah, he kept calling me his beloved and assuring me everything was going to be okay,” I say the words like they’re sour in my mouth, leaving behind a bitter taste.

Dean's face twists in disgust picturing it. “So that’s it? Did he do anything else?” Dean questions, his deep voice echoing off the walls.

“Yes,” I state in an angry tone.

The boys lean in, waiting for me to say more, but I choose not to elaborate further. I’m not too keen on sharing the most traumatic event I've ever experienced with some strange men I just met.

“I’d like to go to my room, please.” I grab the bottle and take a long swig, tracing my eyes along the wall, purposefully looking anywhere besides them.

“Y/N,” Sam says in his soft voice, indirectly asking for more information.

“Please, Sam.” I give in, looking at his soft hazel eyes.

He nods, then stands from the chair and escorts me to an empty bedroom down the hall. We walk in silence, only the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall. “Dean’s just one room over and my room is across the way.” He points to a room a few doors down across the hall. “We’ll be here if you need anything at all.” He places his large hand on my shoulder, giving a light, reassuring squeeze.

“Thanks.” I close the door behind me, letting out a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. Looking around, the room is neatly cleaned. Mostly barren besides a bed, a nightstand with a small lamp, and a leather trunk at the foot of the bed. Despite the place feeling void of human touch, I still feel more comfortable here than in Lucifer's abode.

I enter the small connected bathroom and shrug off my dirty clothes, turning on the shower. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Despite the hours of sleep I've gotten recently without much say in the matter, my eyes have light purple bags under them like I've been awake for days. My hair’s a mess, strands going every which way and little knots forming at the ends. I run my fingers through, slowly working through the tangles until it looked somewhat presentable.

I step into the shower and the hot water feels incredible. It temporarily melts away the memories of the day, the tension easing out of my muscles. I lather my hair with the small bottle of lavender shampoo in the nook of the shower, and wash all the grime from my body with the tiny bar of soap. Getting clean has never felt so good in all my life. I close my eyes and stand under the stream until the warm water runs cold, the drops feeling like little needles hitting my skin.

After drying off and brushing my teeth, I slip into bed, only dressed in my underwear, as I don’t have any clean clothes to change into. My body relaxes knowing that I’m safe from Lucifer in this bunker, at least for the time being, and that’s good enough for me. For a long while I sit awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind running so fast yet feeling so empty, but eventually exhaustion sets in and sleep claims me once more.

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Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from Hazbin Hotel? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

Hi!

Thank you for this fun ask :D

FAVOURITE CHARACTERS

1- Lucifer

He's a disaster and I love him :''') He is very well written so far. He has a strong characterization, which combines a comedic side (bumbling dad + airhead) with more serious traits (depression). He is also set up to have a wonderful arc, which ties with important themes for the series, as a whole. Dreams, redemption, freedom and love. His relationship with Charlie is especially sweet: he is very very flawed as a parent, but through his daughter he finds hope again and makes some steps to grow. Plus, he is a mix between Barnum (the greatest show) and Walt Disney, which is very meta when it comes to the themes of creativity and enterteinment.

2- Charlie

Charlie is one of the rare protagonists I adore! She feels both classic (she is a Disney Princess) and original (she is the Princess of Hell). The premise to have such an idealistic character as a high profile demon is both hilarious and very strong thematically. Not only that, but Charlie's conflict is actually pretty deep and layered. On the one hand she genuinelly wants to help Sinners and is right about redemption. On the other hand she is also using her dream to run away from her problems and hide her self-issues. Charlie is deep down a child, who felt abandoned by her parents and who doesn't fit in her own Kingdom. The Hazbin Hotel is a home for both Sinners and herself. A place where she can stay for a while, find familial bonds and grow. On a writing note, I like how active she is. She drives the conflict beautifully in a way which is almost refreshing.

3- Alastor

Here comes another disaster! Alastor is clearly the key character of the series, both when it comes to plot and to theme. He is clearly linked to Lilith's mystery somehow (either because he made a pact with her or because the reason of Lilith's disappearence ties with whoever Alastor made the pact with). He is also a challenge to Charlie in how she believes everyone can be redeemed, but Alastor will try very very hard not to be LOL. And he will probably fail :''') Apart from it, he is very well used in the first season. His mystery is built up and he manages to stay active and move the plot without taking central stage. In a sense, he stays in the shadows, which is fitting for a shadow character.

3- Angel Dust

Angel is a sweetheart, who hides his feelings and goodness out of fear. I like his sibling bond with Charlie and how selfless he is towards his loved ones. His stay at the hotel isn't really about redemption, as Charlie thinks. Rather, it is more about healing, finding a stable environment and escaping a toxic relationship. I like his small step towards independence. His story is just beginning and his arc is just set up, but it has already the potential to be great.

5 - Adam, Sir Pentious, Vaggie, Sera (basically a bunch of characters LOL)

Adam is a villain I enjoyed immensely. He is just fun to hate LOL and I am curious to see if he will gain some depth. Either through coming back or post-mortem. I also like he is a play with School of Rock's Dewey Finn. He is in love with rock and metal and even uses rock rhetoric, like "Stick it to the man". Except that he embodies everything rock isn't. He himself is the man. He is a mediocre authority figure who uses his power against the weakest. Sorry Adam, but Charlie is way more punk rock than you :P

Sir Pentious is adorable <3 His arc is simple, but well done. I love how he slowly opens up to others and his crush for Cherri Bomb is adorable. I am curious to see where his story will go.

Vaggie has a very interesting premise in how she foils Lucifer as a fallen angel (and will probably foil Lilith, as well). The reveal of her background was great and I love her design and her focus in Hello Rosie, where she finds a mentor in Carmilla. Still, I want more of her and feel like her arc is just set-up as for now. It ties with trust, which is a great theme for a love story.

Sera has only appeared once, but I like her characterization. She is sympathetic, but also very clearly in the wrong and the main responsible for the whole conflict (yes, even more than Adam as she wields more power and could have stopped him). I like her bond with Emily and I am curious about her relationship with Lucifer, since what happened to him seems to have scarred her.

FAVOURITE MOMENTS (IN NO ORDER)

More than Anything - Charlie and Lucifer's confrontation

Charlie and Lucifer discovering each other and affirming their familial love is beautiful. Charlie reveals she still adores her father, despite his flaws and neglect. Lucifer finds in himself the drive to dream again.

You Didn't Know - The questioning

The whole courtroom scene is brilliant thematically. The main conflict goes from redemption for sinners to questioning the system. It is poignant how Lute and Adam are stuck in their heads and unable to either ask nor answers questions. Charlie and Emily instead keep interrogating others and themselves. They discover the reality around them is complex, starting with their loved ones (Vaggie and Sera). Still, these doubts will make them stronger in the end.

Lucifer's Big Damn Heroes moment

Lucifer joining the fight to save his daughter is a great conclusion to his arc this season. Plus, he manages to be both badass and hilarious at the same time :''') His short skermish with Adam is pretty funny, as well and it was cool to see his demon form. Plus, we got some more hints to whatever happened in Eden, which is bound to be important for the story as a whole.

Ready for this

This is Charlie's big moment this season. It is when she realizes she can do this. She has within herself the strength to inspire people with her voice, just like Lilith. Rosie and Alastor encouraging her is great, as well. And the whole set-up with a town full of kind and cheerful cannibals is hilarious.

The Show Must Go On - The Finale

The final song is perfect as a conclusion to Charlie's journey this first season. She starts it by singing alone, with everybody dismissing her. She ends it surrounded by her loved ones, with everyone "singing her song". Lucifer and the whole Hotel Crew encourage her not to give up and help her re-build her dream. The hints to future plot-lines (like the Vees and Alastor) are also great.

#hazbin hotel #asksfullofsugar #chain of faves #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #alastor #angel dust #dnana-2809-blog

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rainiishowers · 4 months

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Hello, may I please ask for headcanons for the demon bros reacting to a newly revived Lilith saying she’s ashamed to have them ad brothers cause she saw what they all did to MC before and some didn’t bother to apologize

A/N: I love this idea so much, it deserves a longer story

So sorry it took so long!

Genre: Angst (And a bit of fluff??) Warnings: Quickly proofread, spoilers/Mention of Lesson 16 and warnings to horrible things done to MC in general

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A few days ago, Diavolo had called in the residents of the House of Lamentation for a meeting. Everyone was wondering what it was, as it was nowhere close to the dates scheduled to have a student council meeting. After everyone got settled, Barbatos told them someone new would be arriving in the Devildom soon.

“It is someone very close to you.” Diavolo continued. This got the brothers and the human looking at each other in confusion.

“It’s Lilith."

The yells of surprise, shock and disbelief from the brothers rang through the room. Lucifer rose from his seat and tried his best to quiet his brothers down before he asked more questions. "Are you saying she's becoming a demon?" The eldest brother asked, his voice still full of disbelief. "How do you know that?" Belphie asked immediately after, clearly antsy in his seat. "That is correct, Lucifer," Barbatos confirmed. "We only know this because of my ability to see into the future. It was shortly after we had that ball at the Demon Lord's castle a few nights ago that I had the vision." "I allowed Barbatos to investigate it more, and this event is indeed going to happen." Diavolo added with a smile, looking at MC. "I imagine you're quite excited to see your descendant, MC."

“Oh uh.. I guess.” Although they didn’t look the most excited, which is something that Satan is quick to notice.

———

The House of Lamentation buzzed with excitement as the residents get ready for Lilith’s arrival. There was a deep clean of all the areas of the house, and while MC was cleaning their room, Satan knocks and pops his head in.

“Hey MC, can I come in?”

“Mm.. Sure”

Satan closes the door behind him as he enters, looking at the progress MC had made before turning his attention to said human, who puts down a rag and faces him.

“Are you bothered by Lilith coming?” He asks, rather bluntly.

“Bothered? Why would I be bothered?”

“A lot of reasons,” Satan frowns. “I really won’t be upset if you say what’s bothering you. I don’t care about Lilith as much as the others do.”

MC pauses for a moment before sighing.

“Thinking about Lilith and her arrival just.. it brings back memories. Memories about being murdered by Belphegor’s hands, only really being accepted because I’m her descendant and many other instances where I was threatened or almost killed.”

Satan stays silent, remembering the time where he himself had threatened them. He never liked remembering those memories, and he knew apologies weren’t ever going to cut it.

“Well, regardless of what happens, I’ll try to help Lilith settle, I’m sure she will be experiencing some pain with her new form.”

“Yes, quite..” Satan looks up, escaping his own thoughts. “Here, let me help you clean.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright..”

———

Finally, the day arrived where Lilith was revived as a demon. MC stood a little ways away with Satan, Diavolo and Barbatos as the others tearfully suffocate her with hugs.

Lilith walks over to MC. She takes her hands in theirs with a smile. It was clear she was very happy to meet her descendant.

“Hello MC, it is wonderful to see you.”

MC nods, unable to say much as they process that Lilith was here, in the flesh, and not some spirit that talked to her in a space of blinding light.

———

However nice Lilith is as a demon, she of course has a more.. mean side. This side showed its head when the topic of how the brothers treated MC in the past came up. This led to an argument between Lilith and the brothers.

“Lilith, please take a deep breath-“ Lucifer speaks up.

“No, I will not take a deep breath! I saw what you all did to MC! You treated them horribly at the beginning! Threats, insults, and actual harm! You guys never apologized, not once! I’m quite honestly ashamed to have you as brothers!”

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Lucifer

It’s safe to say he wasn’t expecting an argument to break out when that topic arose, so he was more than a little surprised

Yes, he has realized that his actions were fucked up long before Lilith came back, and he really thinks there is no excuse for what he did

He tried to reason with Lilith, although there wasn’t much he could say since she made good points.

When she told them that she was ashamed to have them as brothers, he froze, unsure if he heard her correctly

But judging by the expression of his other brothers, he didn’t mishear it.

He decided it might be best if he lets her storm off with MC

The next day, Lucifer goes to apologize to MC, adding that it was long overdue and that Lilith was right

Lucifer wanted to do something to make it up for MC, but even if they accept his apology, he has to do more than one thing in order for him to make it up to him

Even if he is the Avatar of Pride, there are some circumstances where he can let go of his pride, and admit his wrongdoings

Mammon

Much like Lucifer, he tried to argue but realized Lilith was making good points

He did know that something like this was coming, but was unprepared all the same

Yes, he didn't cause as much trauma as some of the other brothers, but he very much did threaten them a couple times early on.

He also didn't do a very good job at protecting MC, even though it was the job assigned to him

Mammon felt guilty for not protecting them well, and couldn't look the human or his sister in the eyes for a few days

Finally, after the guilt of not apologizing overpowered the guilt for not protecting them early on, he went to talk to MC and apologized to them, still not being able to look them in the eyes all the way

Mammon swore that he would do anything that he could to make it up for MC, even if it took years

He loves this human, and would be devastated if they left him

Leviathan

With Lilith back, he was almost sure that everything would get better.

Until the argument broke out.

Levi didn’t say much, but knew Lilith was right, like all of his brothers did

Having been one of the first to try and attack MC, he had so many opportunities to apologize

He scurries off to his room and stews alone in his thoughts for a couple of hours before asking MC to come to his room

When they do, he gives an apology, saying that he wasn’t sure exactly how to make it up to them, but if MC wanted to borrow anything from him, he’ll give it to them

Considering this is Levi we’re talking about, this is something huge

He’ll obviously think of other ways to make it up to them, doing chores they don’t like, buying something for them that they want, etc.

Satan

Satan really didn’t pay much attention to Lilith in general, but did pay attention when the argument erupted

Lilith coming back reminded Satan of the times he treated MC poorly, and he was looking for an opportunity to apologize

He was a bit angry with his brothers, as they all stood around or left, not bothering to check on MC, which is something he goes to do after going over his apology and making sure it was perfect, or acceptable at least.

Satan doesn’t acknowledge Lilith too much, but does say that she made some excellent points during the argument after apologizing to MC and promising to make up for it.

Asmodeus

Really, he was expecting it to kinda go to shit

Although, he tried deluluing himself.

During the argument, Asmo wore his shame right on his face and any argument he tried to make was shut down by their sister

It may not seem like it, but most of the times, his nightmares consist of his treatment towards the human at the beginning of the exchange year

Asmo winces everytime Lilith hammers down the fact that their treatment towards MC wasn’t exactly the best

He decides to apologize in the most glamorous way possible, a party

However, after the party, he dumps all of his feelings onto MC and makes it clear to them how absolutely guilty he feels about his stupid actions and words towards them

Asmo insists that he’s willing to do more to get them to forgive him, and over the course of the following weeks, he holds true to his words

Chores, assisting them to make their life easier/better, etc

Beelzebub

He wanted to believe that the past could be brushed over, that with Lilith here, life would finally improve!

However, that wasn’t the case

Even though he knew he didn’t cause much harm to MC early on, he didn’t exactly make them feel welcome

Beel knows that he never really properly thanked them for both putting their life in danger for them and just helping the family Beel cared so deeply for

He felt guilty, extremely guilty

And so Beel asked MC what he could do to make it up to them

This man is willing to do anything

And I mean anything.

He doesn’t just ask MC this, though, Beel also asks Lilith

Mans just wants to make it up to them both

He will not stop until they say that they forgive him

Belphegor

He looked disinterested during the argument but inside a lot of things were going through his head

Not only did Belphie kill MC, but the real danger started when they decided to try and free him.

He wrestled with the guilt for a while before being one of the last to apologize

Belphie knew that MC wouldn’t forgive him as easily,

So, like his twin, he was prepared to do anything in order to make it up to both MC and Lilith

He was basically MC and Lilith’s butler for however long they wanted

(Spoiler, it was pretty long)

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 1 year

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ahhh i love it when lucifer fumbles the bag hard so can you do “why is it that when you look at me I know you’re thinking of someone else?” and “I have given you everything including myself if that isn’t enough then nothing will be”

❤️Prompt List❤️

Lucifer is furious, however, he can’t decide who he should direct his anger to. Perhaps Asmodeus? Who helped you sneak out to a bar in the human world, completely ignoring Lucifer’s messages of asking where exactly you both were. Or maybe even you, for also ignoring his messages, staying out until unreasonable hours of morning and returning back, reeking of alcohol, clinging to Asmodeus’ arm. Or himself. As when he asked the others if they knew of your whereabouts. Satan was the only one to reply yes, but refused to answer where. "Maybe you should ask yourself why they might have decided to go somewhere, without letting you know." A very sharp reply, that stung enough to make Lucifer hold his tongue.

He decides to keep his anger thinly veiled for the moment, sending Asmo to his room with a glare, who softly pats your back and murmurs to you. “Let me know if you need anything sweetie.” Before pushing past his elder brother. And as for you, he’s grabbed you by the hand, directing you to the kitchen to drink water. Not a word between either of you exchanged as he marches and you stumble next to him. Only when you appear to sober up enough to walk, does he speak to you.

"Do you know how worried I've been?" He hisses, as you lean against the kitchen counter, drinking another glass of water that he forced upon you. You take a gulp of the water, before slamming it down, spilling most of its contents. A glare matching the intensity of his own, greeting him before you speak.

"Probably not in the slightest." Your sentence is broken up by a bitter laugh, it isn’t until you continue when he begins to notice the amount of poison underlying your tone. "In fact I bet you were so not worried that you got work done." The sudden jab surprises him, the heat behind your narrowed glare growing. He’s stunned.

"Excuse me?” Is all he manages, racking his brain to figure how he could have even given you such an impression. He understands that there have been occasions where he’s had to miss spending time with you to finish tasks and to go to meetings, but you’ve always assured him it’s fine. That you didn’t mind, staying up late, or missing reservations on his behalf. That bitter laugh of yours makes a return.

“Diavolo sure is lucky that you’re so dedicated to him.” You snap, and your glare eases briefly as your eyes downcast, lips begin to quiver ever so slightly. His heart contorts at the sadness, reaching forward to place a hand atop of yours. Your attention turns away from him, but to the gesture, that once made your heart flutter.

“You’re intoxicated and clearly aren’t thinking properly. Lets talk about this tomorrow.” He tries gently.

“Why is it that when you look at me, I know you’re thinking of someone else?” But when he gets your question as a quiet reply, he’s taken aback.

“That isn’t the case.” And as if he threw a match into a pile of gasoline, your attention snaps back to his face with a glare. Recoiling your hand from his touch, as if he himself had burned you.

“Isn’t it? You’re always working or going to another meeting, or are being held back for him.” You don’t even realise you’re shouting, or shaking with every grievance escaping you, and in silence he watches. “Don’t you love me? Am I not good enough?” He calls your name quietly, but he’s ignored. “How many dates have you missed, how many hours have you given to him that you robbed from me? From us.” Panic settles in as it dawns on with every word, you’re growing further and further out of his reach.

“My time is always yours and I’m sorry if you don’t feel it to be that way.” His apology is laced with an unspoken plea. Don’t leave he wants to say, but your rage continues on.

“So you can’t even admit it? You can’t even accept what I’m saying might be true so you deflect it onto me.” He wasn’t trying to do that, he attempts to explain himself, you don’t want to listen. “I’m so stupid. Of course you’re not going to listen. And I know you’re not going to change either.” He can change, he pleas, he will for you and he thinks as your rage subsides that maybe he’s gotten through to you. Only to see the sorrow in your gaze, as you quietly begin to speak, “I have given you everything including myself, if that isn’t enough then...” the silence weighs on him, on his heart and as you finish your thoughts, “nothing will be.” It crushes him.

It’s agonizing. The pain in his chest, the ways his lungs heave as words trap themselves in his throat, as it settles in you’re right. And that as you turn on your heel, to shakily walk back to your room, he has no right to follow after you.

#lucifer suffering blog #one day he will be happy #but not today lol #angst #lucifer #om lucifer #lucifer om #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #om lucifer x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #om!#om x reader #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #cherry's fruit infused prompt list #my writing tag

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carelessflower · 1 year

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lucifer helped alec survive the svefnthorn - a theory

story time! i was ranting to @dustandducks about how i can't believe alec survive being stabbed by the svefnthorn (he stabbed himself but same sentiment) which was attuned to sammael at the time. sammael who, you know, is a literal prince of hell, with power only second to lucifer himself. and to add more onto this.

it is stated that only a warlock can survive being stabbed by the svefnthorn and nothing can reverse its effects. no other magical creatures in the shadoworld stand a chance against the svefnthron, except the warlock. pretty terrifying right? but this happened

alec survived being stabbed by the svefnthorn. not only did he survive, not only did there was no blood or injury or visible scar from the stabbing, but he was also able to call the thorn's power to him and used that power to help magnus. but why? how could that happen? we already established the power of the svefnthorn, and it was clear alec was not meant to survive it. i love alec, i would absolutely do something that ends me up on national news if it would make him happy, but i know his ability. he doesn't have extra angel blood or any blessing from the angels, or any secret gift that makes him exceptionally powerful, he's just your normal level shadowhunter

even alec himself was surprised when he realized he was not burnt to a crisp due to his 300 IQ decision-making skills. and i know we have the explanation about the alliance rune smoothing the thorn's demonic magic and alec's angelic magic to work together, but once again, how? we don't have a clear exposition for this, even from characters in the story

alec didn't know it would work, magnus didn't know why it worked. everybody's best guess were fate taking it easy on them. and for sammael-

he just...left, like how corporate taking down their pride flags the second pride month is over. no rage, no murder, nada, just disappeared into space. he also seemingly non fazed by the fact that alec survive a thorn with clearly anti non-warlock embedded to its manual.

@dustandducks raised a really good point, what if someone else, some higher power meant for alec to survive. the usual, and maybe logical answer would be angel looking out for their descendants, cause alec need to fulfill a greater destiny in the future. im going to play the devil’s advocate here and suggest that lucifer popped up and gave alec a little demonic magical assistance. this conspiracy somewhat tied up the loose ends in the lost book of the white and built some interesting story beat for the wicked power and the black volume of the dead

the twist fitting to what we already known from tlbotw

maybe the reason why sammael didn’t snatch alec up and put him in some demonic science lab in his realm is because he sensed lucifer’s presence and decided not to mess with anything lucifer was cooking up. (as lucifer is more powerful than him, which is also stated before the stabbing scene in tlbotw) it can also tied in sammael’s motive of gathering other princes of hell to talk about lucifer in the epilogue. tlbotw was setting up the grounds for tbvotd, magnus escaped becoming a greater demon’s minion leading to alec becoming the minion of a greater greater demon

how the twist affect the future events in the tsc universe

one might be thinking, why would lucifer saved alec, he just a normal shadowhunter, why would the literal mega ultimate OG devil care about him? as much as i would like to say it’s because everything revolve around alec and everyone love him (as they should), i know it’s not the case.

many have speculated that in the final series, there will be a showdown between demons and the shadoworld. and what if lucifer wanted to infiltrate the enemy’s side, wreck them slowly from the inside and make them suffer at the hands of their kind. his spy should held high position, a major voice among the children of the angels and has a connection to the downworlders, and someone who wouldn’t pose as potential suspect easily.

enter alec who fit all these criteria and more. who would think their consul is under the control of lucifer and is working against them? if alec under the influence of lucifer wreaked havoc from the shadow, it could create more base for the cohort to claim that they were right and the clave in exile would suffer under an incompetent lead, causing animosity and conflicts in the already tense political situation. and when the truth comes out? chaos everywhere. lucifer didn’t even have to lift a finger to see the shadowhunters crash and burn

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666writingcafe · 6 months

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Three Days Later

Simeon

It's been eerily quiet ever since we returned to Purgatory Hall. Solomon and I have taken turns at keeping an eye on the door, just in case anyone comes with any news about MC's sudden disappearance.

Currently, I'm in the living room with Luke, helping him with some of his homework. I can tell he's just as worried as we are, but I'm trying to keep his mind off it the best I can. He doesn't need to carry that kind of burden; he's only a child.

The loud, rapid knock on the door startles both of us. Luke starts to get up, but I force him to stay put.

"Solomon's got it," I remind him. As Luke resumes doing his homework, I attempt to focus on the conversation happening at the door, but I can't make out anything distinct.

That is, until I hear the door slam.

"What's going on?" Luke asks. "Is everything alright?"

"Simeon." Solomon bursts into the room, looking at me expectantly.

"I'll be back, Luke." I pat him on the shoulder as I stand up. Solomon darts out, and I have to walk quickly to catch up to him.

When Solomon opens the door back up, he reveals two people: one that I've never seen before, and...

When my eyes meet theirs, I instantly realize why Solomon called for me.

"Give me your hand," I instruct. They extend one out to me, and I sandwich it between my own hands. They're warm, but not supernaturally so.

"They're alive."

Solomon directs me to step back so that MC and their guest can come inside, allowing him to shut the door behind them.

"You have no idea how worried we were, MC," Solomon whispers. "When I saw you point the dagger towards yourself, it sent shivers down my spine." I figured that Solomon sent all of us out of the room so that MC could choose a victim for the blade, but I didn't think they would pick themselves.

"You all are incredibly lucky I was there," the female stranger replied. "Otherwise, they would be dead."

"So, I take it the dagger did not get used?" I ask.

"No. Look at their hand." Glancing down at MC's other hand, I notice a ring that wasn't there before. A simple black band.

Wait a minute. Is that what I think it is? The look on Solomon's face confirms that it is.

"It was supposed to have been lost in the carnage of the Great War," he murmurs in awe. "Clearly, I was mistaken."

I have questions.

As Solomon takes MC to the living room to reunite with Luke, I stop the stranger from following them.

"Who are you?" I ask her.

"Thirteen," they reply. That name sounds familiar. "And you must be Simeon, the angel that got demoted after the war."

"How do you know about that?" Thirteen crosses her arms.

"It's my business to know about these sorts of things." What does she mean...

Oh. Of course. She's a reaper.

"Why did you help MC?" She shrugs.

"It wasn't their time."

"I doubt that's the only reason." The words escape my mouth with a sharpness I did not intend. However, instead of her responding in kind, Thirteen sighs.

"You're right. It wasn't. I had to keep a promise I made a long time ago." Interesting. I didn't think reapers made promises, unless...

Unless it was to keep something safe.

"The ring was never lost, was it?" Thirteen shakes their head.

"Lucifer gave it to me. He thought that it was fitting at the time, seeing as he was no longer an angel."

"Nor was he no longer tied to Michael."

"Exactly. That connection now belongs to Solomon and MC. Hopefully, they make better use of it." I smile as I guide Thirteen to the living room.

"They'll make a great pair. Trust me."

#obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me mc #obey me luke

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 3 months

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Hello guestie, how are you? I hope you’re good!

I really like your write, and I want to know how do you think the papas would act if they were heartbroken?

I’m doing pretty ok, thanks for asking! I hope you’re having a good day!!

Oh boy, let’s see these demon popes sad! I framed this as a reader insert just to make it easier to read!

Papas x Reader heartbreak (reader is the one who broke things off.) (implied serious relationship)

Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, depressed states, unhealthy coping habits

The Papas When They Are Heartbroken

Papa Nihil: The last time this man had his heart broken he ended his music career. Dramatic yes, but how can he continue after something so painful? (Even if it’s his fault!) He simultaneously becomes withdrawn emotionally but goes out of his way to distract himself. Nihil needs time to process his feelings. He doesn’t catch feelings for people easily, and he’s used to getting everything he wants. So being heartbroken is so foreign to him. Nihil will become very curt in person. He’ll give everyone short answers and not be as social. If he can avoid talking for a while he will because he’s too much in his own head. He’s practically a ghost… until he decides to start partying again . Or throw himself in some sort of activity. Anything to help numb the pain! He’ll go wild at parties, he will invest in hobbies, and do anything to keep himself occupied so he doesn’t have to think about you. It’s his escape from the daily ache!

Papa I: He’s not the most emotional man in the world, but losing you hurt more than he could put into words. Papa tends to be the most accepting of the family. Lucifer has his plans, and clearly you weren’t meant to be in his life that way. He will be very cordial and respectful to you but very, very cold. Unless you both work together he will never willingly put himself in the same room as you. Papa has to distance himself as he can’t stand to be reminded of the pain. He is the type of man to throw himself fully into work and his free time leisure’s… but the ghouls did notice he is a bit more zealous than normal with his sacrificial worship. Papa lets himself feel the pain and then uses it to make his worship stronger. Papa eventually reasons that maybe heartbreak is his punishment for not focusing on spreading Lucifer’s will… yeah, that’s it. From time to time he will even secretly check on you to make sure you’re living a good life.

Papa II: You can’t feel heartbreak if you refuse to acknowledge it! Papa refuses to admit he feels any sort of pain from your break up. He’s always been the man to swallow his emotions because, to him, they are useless and only hold him back. Papa convinces himself you were just a passing fancy and that it wasn’t going to last anyway… he totally didn’t have plans to be strongly attached to you. Papa in the ministry work day comes off as a touch more grumpier than usual. He’s always been polite yet direct, but anyone who annoys him feels his wrath more harshly. But then when the work is done, like his father, Papa throws himself into luxury. There’s no time to even consider being sad when he’s neck deep in vice! So Papa indulges in all of his favorite things; drugs, alcohol, parties, luxury goods, and all the partners that are SO HAPPY TO THROW THEMSELVES AT HIS FEET! He can have anyone he wants, so why would he dwell on you? … right? If he ever sees you in public Papa will not acknowledge you if you don’t approach him first. Ouch.

Papa III: Oh boy- a heartbroken Papa III is the most pathetic sight you will ever see. He does not take this level of rejection well. Yes, he will always honor your wishes and respect you enough to let you walk away… but it destroys him. Papa is the most guarded of his family when it comes to his true self. Under all of his charm and sociability is a man who is afraid to ever let himself be known and hurt. And you? You were supposed to be different. This was supposed to be the love he yearned for all of his life. You were the one who got past all of his walls and loved him for the true person he was!! And you ripped it to shreds. Papa has to take sick leave over it and locks himself away to where only his brothers and his personal ghouls can reach him. Papa spends the first half of his mourning barely doing anything but staring out the window and refusing to move. Eventually, he starts going back to his favorite pastimes. But it’s not the same. Papa vows to never let anyone in his heart ever again. He sometimes wonders if you will ever try and get him back. As nice as that thought is- he could never have you back.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: Now, Copia’s actions after really depends on whether he was hurt before or after becoming Papa. one thing is certain, he manages to take the ending amicably at first. But when he is alone he cries so hard he becomes sick. Copia is a softer man as he is very inexperienced with serious relationships. Yes, he is able to form a coup, perform satanic rituals, and do diabolical deeds without blinking. But Copia’s heart is so tender and just wants someone to love him deep down. That being said, he will respect you enough to not try and win you back or push your boundaries. Although he will be super immature in trying to show you what you’re missing!! As a Cardinal this heartbreak is one of the many things that spur him on to being Papa. It’s your loss when he’s finally Papa and you won’t be there to enjoy it with him!! And if he’s already Papa, he does everything to show off THAT HE’S TOTALLY LIVING HIS BEST LIFE WITHOUT YOU!! Copia doesn’t need you to be happy, he’ll show you!!

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