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#lucifer michael demiurgos x reader
ethanrs · 9 months
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The Painting
Where the reader is an artist and makes an emotional piece of Michael after one of the many times they saw his wings, this is pretty cheesy and a tad sickeningly sweet, ENJOY!!
Y/n was in their art studio that was kept in the basement of their shared home, they were making a painting of their handsome lover, Michael, and made him the centerpiece after seeing his wings recently. They were sitting on the idea for it for a while feeling nervous about it but they finally decided to work on and perfect the piece. As Y/n was working on it for the first hour they pondered on what Michael would think about it, they hoped they would have it finished in time for their anniversary the next day, and give it to him as a gift, Y/n loved making things for the people they cared about. Their favorite music playing in the background as they started to paint out the form of Michael, saving room for his outstretched wings, deemed ‘flawed’ and ‘imperfect’ by Michael but Y/n saw him as beautiful and wanted to capture the beauty they saw in their lover in their work, the basic detailing of Michael’s body was done, Y/n moved on to basic detail and patterning of his wings, making sure to capture every single detail he memorized by heart.
As they continued the painting they kept to using varying shades of grey but adding pops of color, shades of blue and matching colors that made them think of Michael, as they added more and more detail to their soon-to-be masterpiece, Y/n took a second to glance at the time, a few hours had passed from when they started, Y/n glanced at the painting, feeling happy with the progress, it still lacked a lot more detail, darkened shadows and whisps of light, but nonetheless, it looked amazing. With that in mind, Y/n felt like it was time for a much-needed break, the paint on their palette was almost gone so it was the perfect stopping point. Putting the used materials aside, Y/n grabbed a tarp to cover the painting with, making sure it didn’t touch the still-wet paint before it got dry enough, grabbing the used brushes, water cup, and palette, Y/n brought them upstairs to clean off before deeming one-hundred percent finished for the day. Once they reached the kitchen and cleaned off the utensils he left those to dry in the empty dish rack, heading to the living room after and spotting Michael on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, Y/n smiled and moved to sit next to him, leaning into Michael’s left side, Michael wordlessly moved his arm to wrap it around Y/n and pull them closer, leaning his head on top of Y/n. Y/n sighed deeply, needing this affection after being so busy for the past few hours, Michael soon began to speak no too long after. “You must be working hard on that painting huh? you look exhausted.” Y/n snickered at Michael’s observation, it was true they were working really hard on it, putting their love and adoration for Michael into that piece, hoping with every fiber of their being that he would love it. “Yeah, It’s something I’ve been wanting to work on for a while, I just needed the right… inspiration.” Y/n replied, still leaning comfortably into Michael’s side, “Well I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” Michael said, looking down at Y/n as he smiled, Y/n looked up at Michael and smiled back, Michael leaned in and gave Y/n a quick peck on the lips.
Y/n and Michael enjoyed the rest of the day in each other's company, whether it was watching shows or movies, to playing some games together, Y/n had a laugh teaching Michael to play videogames like Minecraft or animal crossing and is proud to say that they did a good job at teaching him how to play. After they were done playing games and hanging out the couple crawled into bed together and drifted off to sleep, well, at least Y/n did, Michael couldn’t sleep, he wanted to see what Y/n had been working on that he didn’t want him to see yet, he didn’t want to snoop and ruin the surprise, he knew it was something for him, and for their anniversary, he wouldn’t forget something like that, so he kept trying all night to fall asleep but just couldn’t. By the time it was morning, Michael hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep.
When Y/n woke, Michael was asleep, normally he was awake first but he must have been exhausted so Y/n let him sleep in, deciding to get up and continue work on the painting. Crawling out of the shared bed to head to the kitchen and grab the supplies they cleaned off the day before, heading downstairs and into the basement they unveiled the half-finished painting and began the routine they took before they started painting, playing their music a lot quieter this time so as not to wake Michael, and continued their work. Looking at the painting, Y/n pictured more of what they wanted to add, the painting was a view of Michael’s back, his head slightly turned to the left, facing his undamaged wing, both wings spread wide, the canvas was rather large, Y/n continued to add more details to the wings, deeming Michael’s body and head well detailed already, maybe a few more details in the hair but that’s it. They did their best to make his wings look as treasured as they should be, deciding to add some beautiful shades of gold in the highlighted areas of feathers, mixing beautifully into the detail of the dark feathers, adding some of that gold into his hair as well, Y/n thought that the piece was missing something more. Y/n took a piece of paper off of their desk and crumpled it up, using it on a test piece of canvas so as not to ruin what they were doing, they decided they didn't like that and tested a more splatter effect on the spare canvas, they liked that more and globbed a mix of dark blue and black onto a big brush and splattered that onto the canvas edges, the blue and black blended nicely and really finished the piece. Y/n deemed the painting done and added his signature and the date onto the back, along with a little message for Michael, “Your flaws are what make you perfect to me.” Y/n read it over and thought it sounded cheesy, but the words were true, Michael was perfect to Y/n. Y/n covered it up, and it was perfect timing too, it was the day of their anniversary, the door to the basement had opened and Michael started to descend the stairs, Y/n already covered up the painting, and turned off their music, “Y/n, come on upstairs and eat some breakfast.” Michael said when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/n ran up to Michael and gave him a good-morning kiss, even though it was almost noon, and followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen, “So how's your little project coming along?” Michael asked as he handed Y/n some breakfast, Y/n gladly took it and sat down in their seat, “I finished it not too long ago,” Y/n responded, taking a few bites of their food, Michael doing the same, they ate in silence, happily enjoying the silent company, the window above the sink was open and you could hear the sound of birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves, it was rare when they would just sit and eat without talking to each other the whole time. Finsihing their food they did the dishes together and got ready for another comfy day in their home. It wasn’t too long after they were ready for their days that Y/n bolted into the basement and grabbed the painting, wrapped in the cloth that was hiding it from view, and brought it upstairs to finally show Michael their hard work.
Once they had ascended the stairs they immediately found Michael sitting on the couch in the living room, he was looking for something to watch on the tv, as some random show or movie played in the background as he searched. Y/n walked up to Michael from behind the couch and rested their chin on top of his head, the painting behind their back at this point. “Heyyyyyyy,” Y/n said, Michael smiled and stopped his searching, and placed the remote down next to him, moving his head to look at Y/n, who had a huge smile on their face. Y/n removed the covered painting from behind their back and handed it to Michael, waiting for him to take it from their hands, as Michael took the painting he began to uncover it and revealed his lovers' handiwork. Once Michael fully removed the paintings cover he was shocked by what he saw on the canvas, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this, his heart was swelling, even though Michael had a bad self-image due to his injury, he was happy that his lover thought he looked amazing enough to paint in that light, Michael went to put it down when Y/n said, “turn it around!” Michael did just that and was surprised by the cute little comment on the back, “That's so cheesy,” Michael chuckled, Y/n laughed a bit too, “I know, but hey, it’s true.” Michael set down the painting and pulled Y/n in for a kiss.
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maximwtf · 2 years
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“His lightbringer.”
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                       Michael x angel of comfort reader
words: 2740
google docs pages: 6
warnings: getting injured, bleeding (think that’s all)
opening: You tried to tell Michael that going to war with his brother wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen. When the war happened, you decided to join him. You expected the worst for him, he was against the devil after all, but the worst happened to someone else…
AN// Spoilers from season 5! I don’t even like Michael all that much, but I found out that there isn’t enough fanfics about him, so here I am. Also don’t mind the power I gave Y/n, I had to think of something quickly xd
                                  “His lightbringer.”
You had asked him nicely, you had begged him to not do this. You had given him a reason after reason as to why he shouldn’t do this. But all of that had gone to deaf ears. He didn’t seem to care at all. All he cared about was the plan he had been working on, nothing else mattered. He was so sure of himself that you didn't think anyone could talk him out of it. He had even gotten almost every one of the archangels on his side, and gotten them to vote for him. Of course you were proud of that, but this was dangerous. Even if Lucifer didn’t have most of the angels on his side, you were sure that he would come up with something. He wasn't as stupid as Michael gave him credit for. He had been against the idea of you joining him for the war at first. Arguing that a place such as that wouldn't bring anything more but pain to you. But oddly enough, after asking him a couple of times he had agreed, and let you join him and the other angels. Most certainly he'd only agreed to get you to stop asking, as he said, he was far too busy for something like that. This wasn’t going to turn out good, but you wanted to be there for him. Even if you couldn’t be of much help.
And all of that had led you here. Michael was in the front, you and the others were standing behind him. He had bet that Lucifer wouldn’t even show up to the coliseum, but to his surprise the man arrived. He didn’t have much of a backup team with him. Only the detective you had heard about and Amenadiel. You tilted your head at this, but didn’t say anything. Lucifer had apparently told Zadkiel the ‘real reason’ as to why he wanted to be God, and because of that Zadkiel had changed sides to Lucifer’s. Another one of the angels switched sides as well, but came back after Michael threatened the lives of the ones who wanted to switch sides anymore. You looked down at your feet because of this. How could he threaten the lives of his own siblings for the sake of being God? All these angles were on his side because they were scared, afraid of stepping out of line. Who would want a God that could take your life whenever he felt like it? Soon after Lucifer’s arrival, Maze and Eve joined in as well with a small army of demons. His side looked a little more fair now.
You wanted to tell him again to stop this, but you knew there was no point to it. There was no way he would listen to you now, if he hadn't listened before. You were worried about him, because you cared. But he didn't see that, his mind corruped by the idea of power which he had come so close to. You had in all honestly started hoping he still felt the same care for you. He had been so busy with this plan of his, you hadn’t spent as much time with him. You even began to wonder if only you'd been there for him more, would this war be happening right now? Was this all a part of God’s plan as well?
Your attention was brought back to the fight when you heard the angels around you gasp. Michael had activated the flaming sword of the angel of death with the key. You had heard that Michael had killed one of his sisters to get the key, which you absolutely frowned upon. He hadn't told you of that being a part of his plan, nor had he told you about going through with it. What kind of a creature he'd turned into, out of your grasp... Yet, Your gaze stayed on Michael, and you watched Lucifer throw multiple punches at him. They began fighting, but you knew you had to stay still. None of the other angels moved either. The fight didn’t seem fair. Lucifer didn’t even have a weapon, and Michael wielded a sword that could kill and wipe an angel from existence for forever. Amanadiel’s exclamation caught your attention. He called out for Lucifer and threw him Zadkiel’s staff, evening out the fight even if only slightly.
Just as Michael was about to hit Lucifer with the sword, Lucifer was able to block the attack with the staff. “Ohoho, my brother has a stick. Whatever shall I do?” You were able to hear Michael laugh. This earned him a hit to his head from Lucifer. You gritted your teeth together as they both kept fighting. It hurt to watch, but you knew Michael wouldn’t want you to join this. This was so far between him and his brother. As they both flew higher, Michael was able to break the staff Lucifer was using in half. Your hands were in fists, ready to go and defend Michael if he needed it. It took every bit of will power in you to hold yourself back as it was.
Lucifer fell onto the ground, and Michael prepared to finish him off with the flaming sword. You thought that this would be the end, but to your surprise Lucifer got up to catch Michael’s arms and hold back the sword. You heard Lucifer say something about a plan, and before you could think of anything the detective ran up to Michael and stole the key that kept the sword in flames. She ran off with it, getting Michael to run after her. As confusing as it was you finally understood, this was Lucifer’s plan. The plan that Michael had sworn the man wouldn't have. Now that Michael was distracted, Lucifer would be able to take the blade. Michael wouldn’t have any use for the key even if he got it back, if Lucifer had the blade. They'd been able to play the man with a cheap trick.
You didn’t want to have to do this, but it seemed like the only option. You distanced yourself from the other angels, and ran towards where the sword was now. “Lucifer!” You yelled out, walking fast towards him. He seemed to have heard you, but he was looking at something else. “Azrael.” You heard him say. This made you stop in your tracks. What was she doing here? She wasn’t exactly on anyone’s side, but if she was here that meant a human was about to die.
Only Lucifer’s pain filled scream was able to bring you back to reality. It was your natural power and purpose to comfort the hurt, and that scream made you shiver, tug you towards the suffered. The devil was truly in pain. You turned around and saw Michael stabbing the staff that he had broken In half into Chloe’s stomach. She fell to the ground, making Michael turn to Lucifer. You stared at Lucifer and summoned your wings. You usually used them to protect and comfort. It was only natural for you to want to help Lucifer. No matter who it was, it was your purpose. “Lucifer, she-” You started automatically but he had already ran up to Chloe. You stared at them both with a frown on your face, your brows furrowed with worry. Michael seemed to have noticed your behaviour, signaling this by giving you looks. Telling you to move away because you weren’t a part of this.
“Michael, enough!” You stormed towards him, wings creating gushes of wind. Sand from the ground flew up into the air as you stopped in front of the man. For once, you looked more threatening than comforting. “You killed a human!” You stood in front of him, gritting your teeth together. “Y/n, I think I told you not to even come here. This is why.”  Was all he said to you, but it didn’t help. It only angered you more. You wanted to say a lot more than that, but you heard Maze scream something in lilim. This caused all of the demons to attack the army of angels Michael had brought with him. All of the pain and suffering around you hurt you internally, you wanted to help so badly but you couldn’t. There was nothing you could do.
“Do you see what you’re doing?! You’re going insane!” You exclaimed at Michael, voice pained and heavy. All you could hear were the screams of the demons and angels fighting.  “Do you even care?! Do you even care about me anymore? I told you multiple times no to do this, but you didn’t listen!” You yelled at him. He stood in front of you, not being able to see Lucifer and Chloe because of your wings protecting them from his gaze. All he could focus on was you. And for a second you could have sworn you saw a slight amount of regret and worry in his eyes, but you weren’t sure if he was merely acting to get you to calm down. Even though he was Lucifer’s brother, they were nothing alike. Michael lied, and that was something you knew Lucifer would never do.
“I’ll go to heaven and bring her back, it wasn’t her time. It wasn’t her time!” You heard Lucifer yell from behind you, making you turn bak towards him. “But brother, don’t you remember? You were banished from heaven. You’ll burn and die if you go up there!”  Michael laughed, the small amount of worry gone from his face the second you'd turned away from him. “I don’t care if I die, I’ll bring her back. “ Lucifer said, and you heard his wings appear. There were a couple waves of wind that hit the back of your wings, and before you knew Lucifer was gone.
You turned your gaze back to Michael, covering him from everyone with your wings. “Well?! You’re not going to say anything?” You growled at him, still holding your hands in fists. “I told you I had to do this. I’ve lived in the shadow of my brother for too long and I finally have a chance.” Michael replied, standing calmly in front of you, in the shadow of your wings. Like he knew that you weren't going to attack him no matter what he said. “Michael, please. I just-” You were pushed forward mid sentence, mouth staying slightly agape. “What?” Michael laughed at the pause. “I think I told you earlier, you can't change my mind. No matter how much I care about yo-” He started but soon was forced to stop. You pressed your eyes closed, and gritted your teeth. A sharp pain went through your body, and it made you drop to your knees. “Michael, I-” You groaned, mouth hanging open as your gaze shook. You held your hands to your chest, eyes moving slowly up to Michael. He didn’t take long to understand what had happened after that. One of the demons must have seen you stand in front of him, and you had been an easy target. There was a demon knife in the middle of your back. “It hurts…” You mumbled, as you pulled your wings back in to save energy. “No..no this wasn't a part of the plan.” Michael cried out silently, getting onto his knees to support you. His hands shook slightly, hovering over you in panic.  “Listen, you keep your eyes open okay. You’ll be alright.” He said, mostly trying to convince himself. He felt your blood drip onto his hands, and from there to the ground. 
“Pull the blade out, Michael.” You said calmly, trying not to panic. But even through that attempt, you're voice came out as nothing but a hiss. “That will hurt you even more. I’ll get you somewhere safe, alright? My lightbringer…” Michael mumbled the last part, now the determined and proud character starting to break down. Hearing him call you his lightbringer again like in the past had confirmed that he still cared, and it made you want to stay.
“It seems you now know how I feel…” You heard Chloe say. Wait- had Lucifer actually succeed and brought her back here? That seemed to be the case, and it made you smile slightly. “Because you took the man I loved away from me!” Chloe yelled in pain, and took Azrael’s blade from the ground. Michael hadn’t gotten the chance to pick it up before because you had been blocking his way, you lowered your head at that. Now he was going to get injured because of you. You couldn’t let him die now.
So when you knew Chloe was about to strike at Michael, you took all the strength you had left and stood in front of him, spreading your wings to protect and cover him fully. “Move out of the way!” Chloe yelled at you, holding the blade in her hand. You knew the strength the blade held within it. It could kill you right then and there, but on the other hand you already had a demon blade in your back, so what did you have to lose?  “Chloe, stop.” Lucifer’s voice called out. He had survived as well, how? From what you could tell, Chloe was surprised because of this as well, and it didn't take her long to drop the blade. You let out a sigh of relief at the action, dropping back to your knees. Summoning the wings in the state you were in was no low energy task.
You attepmted tp shielt yourself with the wings, but Michael pushed them aside gently, coming back to your side. He hoisted you up to a better position, trying not to touch the blade.
Lucifer’s gaze fell on you. He didn’t know much about you, having seen you only a few times. All he knew of was your power and that you had been the one angel who had stuck by Michael’s side when no one else had. Now it appeared that one of the demons had managed to put one of their blades into your back. You were on your knees, breathing heavily with your gaze locked to the ground. “Y/n, get up.” Michael commanded from behind you, his eyes now filled with worry and regret as he attempted to help. “My time on earth has taught me that everyone deserves a second chance, and so does my brother. Let’s stop this war before any more lives are lost because of this.” Lucifer spoke up, and turned to look at Michael as the other angels that were still standing started to gather towards the stairs. “But you will never, never hurt anyone again.” Lucifer continued and walked past you to meet Michael. Lucifer glanced at him, before he swayed Azrael’s blade and cut off his twin’s wings one by one. You heard his screams as this was done, but you were too tired to turn around and see the damage. You felt the pain of loss around you immediately after that, but there was nothing you could do to comfort him. You were too tired. As much as it pained you to refuse to follow the instinct in you.
Chloe seemed to have calmed down enough to come up to you. In her eyes you were innocent, and had just gotten mixed up in something that wasn’t ever meant to happen. “I’ll call an ambulance for you. You’ll survive this.” She assured you, helping you to stand up slowly. Your wings were dragging on the ground, the ends of the feathers now dirty and stained red. You were leaning heavily against Chloe, trying to gasp for air. Lucifer walked in front of everyone and waited for Micheal to drag himself to the other angels. They all slowly bowed down to him. You would have joined them, but you couldn’t. Leaning your head on the woman, tired.
After, the angels had returned to Heaven. The only ones left were you, Michael, Lucifer, Chloe, Maze, Eve and Amanadiel. Amanadiel had called an ambulance, and now you had to be moved to another location. Michael had asked to be by your side as you healed, before his punishment would be put into action. Lucifer had agreed to this. Only thing you were worried about was the punishment that awaited him, not your own survival. But you'd talk to Lucifer about it when you were able to.
An// Idk if this turned out good or not, but i’m too tired to proof read it so- let’s hope for the best :”D
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alycosworld · 2 years
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i need more michael demiurgos x reader fanfiction don't make me do it myself 👉👈🥺
i may be a fanfic writer but im not gonna write it myself *scoffs*
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blackbleedingrose · 28 days
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Long Lost Morningstar - Part Two
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): minor cursing.
Notes: This is the second installment of LLM. This one will be going more in depth in (Y/N)'s life in Heaven and her relationship with Michael and Charlie. I will also be working on another Hazbin mini series (the one I mentioned in my last post) so part three will take a little longer - so, please, bare with me.
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"This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos".
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(Y/N) Demiugros have lived in Heaven her entire life among the archangels, seraphims, and winners (human souls who ascended into Heaven after they died).
She, herself, was a seraphim - one with very large and beautiful wings; six in total.
Her father, Michael, was one of Heaven's archangel's and one of the Seven Virtues. He was the one who had created her from stardust.
At least, those were the stories she's been told her whole life.
Though, it was strange. . .
Her father had crafted her in his likeness and yet the two couldn't be more different.
Not to say Michael was a complete stiff or was lacking any sense of humor - in fact, all of the archangels had their own strange quirks. (Y/N) loved being around them and often shared their humor.
The problem here was. . . her curiosity.
She was a naturally curious being and would often dream of things most of Heaven would frown upon - like six-winged ducks.
As a child her curiosity would sometimes get the better of her and she would try to venture beyond the archangel's castle (where she lived with Michael and the other archangels).
Of course, Michael was always there to stop her from wandering too far.
It became evident that (Y/N)'s curiosity and wonderous spirit would only get worse if he didn't stop it right there and then.
He didn't want her to end up like her real parents.
What (Y/N) didn't know was that almost everything she has ever known was a complete lie.
Or that Michael was not her real father/parent.
That title rightfully belonged to Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.
But, of course, no one who knew ever planned on telling her; so, instead they twisted the truth.
Michael told her all about what Lucifer and Lilith had done and how the two brought evil into humanity. An act that got them a one-way dropped elevator ride straight to Hell.
Obviously leaving out the part where Lucifer and Lilith were her real parents, and instead told her they were her estranged uncle and aunt.
He had hoped telling her this would stifle her growing curiosity and wandering enough to keep her out of trouble and from ending up exactly where his twin brother and his lover had all those years ago.
It also helped that ever since Lucifer and Lilith's trial, Heaven has been cracking down on teaching their residents obedience and the consequences of straying too far.
And for a long time it worked.
(Y/N) was one of Heaven's top students and a role model seraphim to all angels alike.
On the outside she was grace, obedience, and perfection personified - just as she was taught and just as Heaven wanted.
But on the inside, she was still that curious and wonderous spirit who would secretly write her dreams in a private journal she had to hide away in a pocket dimension with her magic.
(Y/N) yearned to venture outside of Heaven and explore all the different realms to see what they had to offer. Like the ones she's read from the books in Heaven's restricted section that she may or may not break into in the dead of night (she's a sneaky little sneaker :P).
Tales of archons, unique planets, and realms with distorted human desires would fill her head - her heart yearning to one day travel to those places herself.
But for now, her life was in Heaven as a role model seraphim whose curiosity and wandering was kept in check.
. . . Until she caught wind of the Princess of Hell's meeting by her fellow seraphim, Emily, during their weekly hangout.
(Y/N) was aware Lucifer and Lilith had a child born in Hell, but she never expected her demon cousin would ever be granted permission to enter Heaven.
She couldn't help but wonder what her cousin wanted with Heaven.
Whatever it was, it was big enough to warrant a whole trial with the Head Seraphim, Sera.
Oh, no - there goes her curiosity.
(Y/N) knew her father would frown upon her interacting with the daughter of the ones who damned humanity. . . but she couldn't help it! She really wanted to meet her cousin and see what she was like.
Maybe people in Hell weren't as bad as Heaven made them out to be.
Luckily for her, Emily was quite the chatterbox and told her all about how she and Sera were going to give a tour to the Princess of Hell and her partner, the hotel they were staying at, and the exact room number.
Before she went on her way, (Y/N) managed to get one of her doting simps friends to cover for her and her duties to avoid raising suspicion.
When Emily and Sera had finished talking to Heaven's demon guests and brought them to their hotel room, (Y/N) was hidden away in the hallway waiting until they left.
As soon as she was sure Sera and Emily were gone, (Y/N) quickly rushed to the door.
She silently psyched herself up before knocking.
Charlie and Vaggie, who were skeptical to hear a knock so fast, hesitantly opened the door.
"Uh. . . Hello?".
When Charlie opened the door she definitely wasn't expecting to see a very tall angel with long blonde hair, purple eyes, red cheek circle's, and a big smile on her pale face standing outside. For a moment Charlie could have sworn she was almost looking at her mother.
"Hello! You must be Charlie and Vaggie! Emily's told me all about you - well, the only things that she knew before meeting you. Haven't had the chance to ask her about you after meeting you, but since I'm here now I might as well as you yourselves!".
(Y/N) snapped out of her trailing thoughts and rambling, "Oh, shit! My bad! I got a little carried away and forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is (Y/N). I'm a seraphim. It's so nice to finally meet you!"
Charlie and Vaggie had to recover from the whiplash of the seraphim's personality and onslaught of words. Not wanting to offend her and mess up her chance before the trial, Charlie invited (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) eagerly accepted and walked into the room admiring it - she's never been in a hotel before.
"So. . . why are you here?" Vaggie asked rather rudely suspicious of why a random seraphim would go out of their way to talk to people from Hell. "Vaggie!" Charlie whisper-yelled afraid she offended a potential high authority in Heaven.
"Oh, well, I was hoping to get a chance to meet you both. When Emily told me about how the Princess of Hell wanted a meeting in Heaven about her hotel to redeem sinners, I'll admit my curiosity was peaked and I knew I had to see who you were in person".
Charlie gasped, her eyes shining, "Does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate demons?!". Vaggie glared at the angelic being, "Why would a seraphim care to meet people like us?".
(Y/N) gave the two a gentle smile, "Well, I tend to be a naturally curious individual - which I'm sure you can imagine isn't something Heaven is too fond of. As for redeeming sinners - I'm not sure. Personally, I would love to see souls in Hell given the chance to be redeemed and enter Heaven. Especially the ones who truly do not deserve eternal damnation. Which is why I'm excited to see how your trial ends. Hopefully you have evidence to prove your hotel works. I mean, if the Princess of Hell is willing to vouch and put in the effort on giving sinners a better chance at an afterlife in paradise, then maybe not all demons are bad after all".
Charlie and Vaggie were awestruck. Sure, Emily was really nice but (Y/N) was the first angel to actually be willing to give them a chance. Charlie had tears in her eyes, "D-Do you really believe that?". (Y/N) smiled and laid her hand on Charlie's, "I do".
Charlie and Vaggie smiled at the seraphim. It was nice to see that there was one angel here in Heaven who wasn't going to shut them down right away - someone who genuinely supported their cause.
The three chatted some more - mainly Charlie and (Y/N) with Vaggie chiming in from time to time. Now that the three got more comfortable with each other, the conversation was going a lot smoother. Despite just meeting one another, Charlie and (Y/N) felt like they've known each other for years.
"So, what do you do here in Heaven?" Charlie asked (Y/N). "Oh! Well, I sometimes help the archangels with their duties, but I mainly work in court trials", (Y/N) answered. Charlie's eyes lit up, "Court trials?".
(Y/N) immediately caught on. She shook her head, "Oh, no. Not in the actual trials; that's for the higher seraphims. In this case, Sera and Emily. I'm just a stenographer and record keeper. I help keep and maintain the court records and sometimes record the trials in person".
Vaggie raised a brow, "A seraphim as a stenographer?". (Y/N) nodded, "It's actually a very important job. . . but, I won't lie and say it was my first choice for a job. It was my father's idea. His way of keeping me busy, entertained, and out of trouble".
Charlie blinked, "Oh! Who's your father?". (Y/N) bit her lip nervous, "This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos". Charlie and Vaggie's jaws dropped.
"Archangel Michael?! A-As in my dad's twin brother?!".
(Y/N) nodded fiddling nervously with her hands. Charlie did a double take, "Woah, woah! Wait! Then doesn't that make us-" "Cousins," (Y/N) confirmed. Charlie gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, "OMG! That's amazing!". (Y/N) smiled in relief, "Yeah. I guess it is".
"Who's your mom?" Charlie asked eagerly. "Oh, I don't have one," (Y/N) said rather casually. This made Charlie and Vaggie feel a bit bad, "Oh".
(Y/N) waved her hands, "Oh, it's not like that! I've never had one! You see most angels are typically created here in Heaven using stardust, which is how my father created me. He used his likeness and the female reference of Lilith - your mother. And thus, I was born".
"Oooh - that makes so much sense! Now, I understand why you look so familiar!" Charlie smiled at her newly found relative. She couldn't believe she had a cousin in Heaven. One so kind and beautiful.
(Y/N) was relieved at how fast Charlie accepted her. She was worried she might not be too fond of having an angelic relative.
Vaggie was a bit nervous to discover that (Y/N) was the daughter of a higher ranking angel, but it quickly went away when she saw how happy her and Charlie were talking to each other.
She's only known (Y/N) for a short while, but she truly believed the seraphim had no ill intentions towards them and genuinely wanted to get to know them.
In fact, (Y/N)'s personality reminded her a little of Charlie.
(Y/N) admired her cousin for her big heart and the confidence she had in her own dreams. She was ashamed to admit she was a little envious.
How she wished she could act on her dreams like her little cousin; but, Heaven would never allow it. Her father always had to remind her not to stray too far, or she might end up just like her uncle and aunt. . . Fallen.
This was why she had to always keep up appearances when she was in public. No one other than those closest to her knew of the dorky, cheerful, and quirky side of her personality. To everyone else she was poised, graceful, and elegant.
When Charlie had asked her about her dreams (Y/N) told her seraphims weren't allowed to dream, or at least have dreams that would go against Heaven's rules.
Despite trying to hide how much that bothered her, Charlie and Vaggie noticed the small shift in her behavior. They felt bad for her wishing Heaven could be more open minded.
(Y/N) quickly waved it off claiming she was okay and that she was used it. She understood her father just wanted to keep her safe and out of trouble.
Soon it was time for (Y/N) to go to avoid making her father suspicious of her whereabouts.
Before she left she and Charlie shared a tight loving hug. (Y/N) wished her good luck in her trial and that she would be rooting for her.
Hearing her cousin support her dream and wish her luck made Charlie feel a lot better about the trial.
Being around (Y/N) made her feel comfortable and safe. She felt familiar, which now makes sense seeing as the two were family.
Her dad couldn't be here, so it felt good knowing there was someone in her family here in Heaven who believed in her.
With those thoughts in mind, she was ready for the trial and positive she would change Heaven's mind and prove the hotel's credibility.
. . . Too bad things sometimes don't go as we hoped.
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Second Chances
(Michael Demiurgos x Reader) - Part IV
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<- Part III Part V ->
Summary: Angel in a human world, just like fish out of the water.
|AN|: "The next part is not gonna take months" lmao Barry shut the fuck up. At least we are moving a bit forward in plot, but I am not promising anything anymore with so many WIPs.
I wanted to include a bit more on here, but I don't know how I'm suddenly on 3.5k words and I don't want the parts to be too long. I do get a bit carried away, it seems like it's short and nothing really happened yet and suddenly we're past the 3k mark. Annoying.
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There was something confusingly comforting in watching you eat. Other times, he would have found it gross, the whole concept of hunger seemed too demeaning for an angel – how your body controlled you, dictated you, with your mind defenceless to its demands.
You, however, held no annoyance in such act. Quite the opposite, it seemed like many humans took great pleasure in eating and sharing it was a gesture of affection. They truly weren't that different to animals.
Slowly you slid you plate towards him across the table, encouraging look in you eyes. "Want some?"
Michael scrunched his nose and shook his head in response. "That's gross."
"You're gross," you scoffed and pulled the plate back to you. "Do you even like anything?"
"Like food?"
"Like in general." He rolled his eyes, but as he thought about it, maybe you were right. Spending so long trying to be better than Lucifer, to prove he could do what he did, and do it even better, he neglected his own life. He built it around his brother, around nothing but recognition. For millenia he tried to be better than others until he lost himself.
"I don't know," Michael admitted, and you could see the shift in his eyes – once again solemn, remembering what once was and how to possibly get it back. "I liked home."
"What was it like?"
"Clean, bright, peaceful...complete opposite of whatever this is," he gestured vaguely outside, rather no looking out of the window  into the dirty crowded streets and questionable individuals roaming them.
"I think you get fond of it after some time." A small smile played on your lips as you watched a couple pass by with a small dog in their arms, clearly tired from the heat, carrying it to spare it's paws from the hot concrete. Michael followed your gaze, his eyes going right through the scene that caught your attention, instead focusing on a man loudly screaming into his phone.
"Will never understand your stupid optimism."
"The same way I will never understand your unnecessary negativity." He narrowed his eyes at you, but you only smiled, getting another bite from your food without breaking eye-contact. 
"You're eating very slowly," he said after a beat of silence, dodging the topic. It was clearly you got him.
"Trying to enjoy it."
"Why? Food is served to do satisfy a human need and sooth hunger. There is nothing enjoyable about weakness." He was serious, yet from the amused expression your face beared, it seemed like you took it as a joke.
"Hunger is a weakness?" You laughed and popped a fry into your mouth. Sometimes you made him wonder how you kept your high spirits and straight up irritating attitude.
"Clearly." You raised your eyebrows, urging him to explain the reasoning behind his words. Of course he confused your simple human mind. "Anything that can kill you is a weakness, and it's pretty easy to starve to death."
"You look at everything from the wrong angle."
"I look at everything objectively. And that is a fact." Michael watched you as you stayed silent, for a moment thinking he had won the little exchange as you seemed loss of words, but for the short time he had the displeasure of knowing you, he remembered not to underestimate you. Well, not much at least.
After a few second, you leaned closer to him across the small table that was dividing you, disregarding his personal space, and yet, he found it not utterly uncomfortable. Michael didn't trust, not his family, not anyone, let alone a person he met just a few days ago, who could stab him in the back for a few bucks for coffee – in his mind, he kind of expected you to – but as much any closeness and human contact made his skin crawl, he found himself leaning in as well. You were an exception. Against his better judgment, he met you halfway, curiously awaiting whatever thought in that mind of yours.
Michael watched you intently, following your hand as it grabbed a fry off your plate, bringing it to his face. You poked his lips with it, silently urging him to open his mouth and he could do nothing but frown, holding your mischievous gaze with his unreadable one.
"What are you doing?" he asked quietly, neither of you pulled back into your half of the table.
"Feeding you," you stated the obvious and shrugged your shoulders.
"Why?"
"I want to poison you with human food." A smirk creeped up into your face. You decided to play his game, willing to pretend you were befriending something supernatural, something that just didn't understand or know better.
"Very funny."
"Jesus Michael, just eat the goddamn fry." He just rolled his eyes and took a hesitant bite, knowing you wouldn't let him be unless he complied.
"So? How is it?"
Oily, oversalted and fake, he thought to himself bitterly, but the words didn't make it out and he cursed himself for what he said instead. "Alright, I guess."
"You hate it," you concluded, seeing right past his lie and he only had to comfort himself in the fact he didn't try to be believable. Otherwise he would have fooled you.
"I do," he admitted and a short laugh accompanied it, surprising both you an himself.
"Well, you're so far the only person I know who dislikes fries, but then again, you are not like anyone I've ever known."
"Is that an insult?" With a chuckle, you sat back, leaving Michael still leaning in, almost chasing the closeness from before, yet not realizing he sort of...missed it.
"No, I like how weird you are." He wanted to say something in return, as defense or put of the habit that had grown between the two of you, but decided against it. For a moment he let himself believe that you did like him. Nobody else ever had, and when you admitted he convinced himself you meant it, because he knew how to spot a lie. It filled him with warmth he didn't mind.
After that, he quietly waited for you to finish your meal, strangely enjoying the way you spent your time together, but he was not ready to admit to himself he didn't mind you as much as any other human.
"If you don't like fries, what do you say we go for ice cream?" You asked him after you paid, nudging him with your shoulder as you were leaving.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You've just eaten." Michael saw you open your mouth, sure that another brilliant argument had appereaned in your head, and spoke first, not giving you the chance to react. "And I don't really have any cash."
"How do you pay for the apartment?"
"With my brother's card, he won't miss it."
"Michael!" you exclaimed and grabbed his elbow to stop him from walking away. He turned to you, frowning, like he didn't understand what upset you about it. "You can't steal from your brother!"
"Why not? He stole a lot of things from me." Michael couldn't return home, he had lost his wings, his dignity, his family. He had nothing – no one – and yet, somehow, he was the bad guy again. Like he had always been.
No one, except for you, he thought and quickly shut down the irritating little voice in his head, the one that liked the way you held his hand, the one that believed you when you said you liked him. The voice that wanted to believe he had a friend.
What was this dadforsaken place doing to him after just a couple of days?
"No," you said and shook your head. "I know he must have hurt you, and you probably don't have the best relationship–"
"I hate him," Michael interjected bitterly.
"Well, alright," you looked at the man in front of you, uncertainty in the way the narrowed your eyes, as if studying him. "But  isn't that one more reason not to be like him? Be a better man?"
"No." You closed your eyes and sighed at his response. Maybe trying to calm down? Think of a better argument? He couldn't tell, human mannerisms always meant something else and who was he to try and understand?
"So you still want to depend on him?"
"I've never–!" The angel stopped himself. Maybe he had depended on him, in some sense. He needed him to ruin something once again to prove he was better, but that was long gone. Michael no longer had a greater purpose; he was no soldier, no angel, no son. Just another man – human man – pondering over his life, trying to find the reason he was there. Alive. "Just take it."
You watched him fish out the card from his pocket and he angrily trusted it into your hands. The frown on his face deepened when he saw you flash him a bright smile, maybe he hated you for being right. That fit him quite well.
"Don't worry Michael, we'll get you a job." His face turned sour as he heard you say it, but knew that it was inevitable. He couldn't return home and as much as he didn't want to, he had to blend in, get used to the miserable life earth offered.
"Can't wait," Michael answered sarcastically and slowed down his pace a bit, seeing you struggle to keep up. You seemed to notice, flashing him a grateful smile, but stayed quiet, almost knowing he wanted it to go unnoticed.
"Well, I guess we can skip the dessert then. I'll go talk to Liam, he said something about needing someone to replace Steph after she quit." You started rambling about work and Michael didn't hear a thing. All he could think of, was how much he had truly fallen. The humiliation of working, like he had never been a soldier of heaven, like he had never been an archangel at all. Just another cockroach crawling around, in mercy of the wealthier, the more powerful. Submit or die.
"Not sure I follow," he said, absently looking ahead.
"In short, we'll work together. Different shifts, of course, but still. We'll be colleagues." Michael didn't understand the excitement, maybe it was solely human thing. He might even learn to be the same, over time.
The thought almost made him shrug.
"I'd...like," he struggled out and stole a quick glance your way. "to work with you. More than the other girl, that's for sure."
"Oh please, Zoe grows on you."
"Hopefully not."
Michael saw you smirk and something similiar passed through his own features as well. Just for a second. No matter how he tried to hide it, you saw. Without a word, you grabbed his hand, and to his own surprise, he grasped it as soon as he felt the skin touching his, letting you drag him wherever you pleased.
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The pub was much emptier in the middle of the day, even more than late at night during business days. Most tables were empty, one of them was occupied with a single man, his face hidden in his elbow, clearly sleeping while a half drunk beer and a few empty shots laid by him on the table, it's wood drowned in spilled alcohol. He didn't seem to care about how wet his sleeve was from the liquor, just peacefully snored into his hand, which was the only sign that he was alive.
A bit closer to the entrance door, a pair of older men sat, ones Michael remembered from the night before. One of them, Harry if he remembered correctly, was pointing at something in the newspaper, ranting away with an irritated face, while his partner sat quietly, listening to him with a small smile playing on his lips. It made Michael wonder, how can one seem so happy with the other, while the only thing they shared in common seemed to be the bowl of chips in the middle of their table. It must be exhausting, being around someone so different all the time.
"You can sit behind the bar and I'd go find Liam, I'm sure he is somewhere in here." Before he could answer, you had gone somewhere into the back, leaving him standing by the entrance door. Thankfully, neither of the customers seemed to pay him any attention, so he sat down on one of the barstool, waiting for whatever comes next.
Back at home, he used to be convinced he was wasting his talents, that Dad was wasting his talents when he had made him to follow and submit, and not to rule. He was an archangel, a great warrior and smarter than any of his siblings could wish to be, they were the soldiers, they were meant to follow. He had been made to rule. Michael realized now, he might have been a bit less greedy, maybe that way he would still have been home, with his wings still a secure weight on his shoulders.
He was expendable. Not a son, just a figure on his father's chess board, one he could have replaced any time he wanted. And maybe he did want.
A strange pain bloomed in Michael's chest and he clenched his fists, nails digging into the skin of his palms, a poor attempt to distract himself from his thoughts. From the realization, that nobody had probably ever wanted him.
"I really dislike that sour expression on your pretty face." A voice came from next to him and he sighed.
"Hi Zoe."
"Hello handsome." Zoe hopped on the bar, sitting right beside Michael, a glass in one hand and a rag in the other as she quietly polished it while waiting for any reaction from the man next to her. For a while the only sound between them was the squeaking of the wet fabric against the smooth glass.
"I can hear you thinking," the angel said without a single glance at the woman's direction and she just laughed and jumped off the bar to put the glass to its place, almost dropping it at least three times.
"Just don't say it out loud, it'd be inappropriate." Zoe leaned over where he was sitting, inviting herself into his personal space and he straightened his back, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. "Am I scaring you?"
"I'm not scared," Michael snapped back, annoyed. "I just don't like people that close to me."
"You're the first person ever who doesn't want me close to them," she winked and stood back, some of her long, dark red braids falling into her face and she brushed them away. "I like that about you."
"Very strange thing to like."
"I like strange things." Zoe shrugged her shoulders. "My cat has no fur, I have a pink fridge and my first tattoo was a dolphin with a cowboy hat and two revolvers."
"Is there a point to this conversation?" Michael interrupted, fearing he would have to sit through a very long and unnecessary story of her tattoo's meaning, and he could only stand so much social interaction in one day.
The woman sighed, her face suddenly serious, and weirdly, he liked it better laughing and obnoxiously loud. Her silence seemed more dangerous. "You have to understand, I wanted to seem friendly, a lot of people open up to me, especially men, and as much as I do like the whole thing you have going on there" she wiggled her index finger in front of his face. "don't blame me for being alert. You have a face of a millionare, but act like an awkward schoolboy."
"The face is, I'm afraid, a personal touch of my parents," he gave her a forced tight smile, obviously lingered with irony, and she rolled her eyes.
"So your parents happened to make the almost perfect Lucifer Morningstar?" Zoe's black eyes narrowed, her long pink nails tapping rhythmically against the wood surface of the bar, and not even knowing how or why, Michael found himself being interrogated by a woman who had gems stuck to her eyelids.
"Yes," he answered quietly. "That happens when people have twins."
"Lucifer is your brother?"
"That's literally the only plausible and logical explanation. What did you expect?" She just shrugged again, like it was no big deal. As careless as his brother and equally devious, she was that kind of person he wanted to avoid. That kind with whom he had lived with for too long.
"Something more exciting. Like identity theft, face reconstruction. Things worthy of a movie." Michael looked past her behind the bar where you had disappeared, hoping you'd come back any second. As much as he wanted to believe you, that he would eventually warm up to the particular friend of yours, none of it was happening and the angel doubted it would be anytime soon.
"Sorry to disappoint then."
Zoe stopped for a moment, just quietly looking at him, and Michael fought the urge to squirm in discomfort. Amanediel used to glare at him the same; for one reason or the other, she was better at it.
"Zoe, dear." The woman's head snapped towards the couple sitting not too far away, where the man whose name Michael didn't know yet waved with a bright smile. "Can we get one more beer, and a soda?"
Zoe showed him thumbs up and pushed herself off her place behind the bar, walking towards the tap handles and passing them without a single glance. Instead, she reached into a fridge and pulled out two cans, delivering them to the already waiting couple, who started engaging her in a conversation as soon as she approached them. She, however, didn't seem to mind and even sat down on one of the free chairs, fighting for a word with Harry as they debated something he had just found in the newspaper.
Not too long after, you finally emerged, behind you a short chubby man trailed, a cigarette in hand and pair of square glasses resting on the top of his head, strands of greying hair tangled into their frame. He scanned Michael up and down, frowning deep in thought, the crease between his eyebrows as deep as a gash, and the angel dodged his intense stare, looking at you in question instead.
"Michael, this is Liam, the owner. Liam, this is Michael he–"
"Wants a job," Liam interrupted, waving you off with his right hand without a single look. Like you were nothing but an annoying bug. As if he was not the same, as mortal, as insignificant. Michael held back a scowl. "Do you have any working experience?"
"No," he answered simply, slightly enjoying the annoyed expression on the short man's face.
"Then why should I hire you?" he snapped and took a long drag out of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Michael's face and he did everything he could not to flinch and cough.
"Your last one quit, didn't she?" Liam's face twisted and beside him, Michael caught a glimpse of your smirk. Almost proud.
"Nobody likes a smart-ass," the short man grumbled and stroked his stubbled chin. "You mean you never worked anywhere?"
"He helped with family business," you piped in quietly. "Travel agency."
"Travel agency," Liam repeated and snorted out an amused laugh, making Michael flinch as he almost sprayed him. He, however, ignored his disgusted face, like he seemed to ignore everyone at any time. "Fuck me."
"I served a long time in the army, didn't have time for career experience," the angel said suddenly, twisted delight spreading in his chest as he watched Liam's face slowly fall.
"It would be good to have some muscle around," he murmed to himself, eyes fallen onto the wooden floor and Michael knew he could no longer bear to hold his gaze. At least some of what he used to be wasn't truly lost. He still had the greatest weapon to use against humanity – their fear. "Where did you serve?"
"How is that relevant?"
"Fair. You're hired. You can start tomorrow at 4pm, but come to my office first, I want to discuss pay. And you," he abruptly turned towards you, his index finger almost poking your eyes out as Liam was closer than he had thought. "Show him the ropes. If you have any issues, figure it out. I don't want to know from you unless something is on fire, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
With that, he threw the butt of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray, and with a heavy step and loud breath, wobbled away. You and Michael watched in silence, until you couldn't even see his silhouette, and then turned to stare at each other for a few silent second.
"Do you remember when you called me a massive dick?"
"Vaguely," you responded with a ghost of a smile and Michael's right corner twitched slightly. "He rightfully took that place from you."
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Vent
(Michael Demiurgos x Reader)
A Michael Demiurgos One Shot (character solely based on TV Series)
Summary: Struggling with an issue at work, you come to LUX to vent to your friend, Lucifer. But instead, you knowingly end up venting to his twin brother, Michael. And to your surprise, it brings out unexpected results for both of you.
Rating: 18+
Warning: Alcohol use and Sexual Themes.
Word Count: 9k +
Author’s Note: My first ever Michael fic. Finally came around to writing one. Do not know if i will ever write more for him, but i am glad i did this one. Adding my usual Lucifer Taglist just in case. If you’re not a Michael fan, feel free to ignore this. But to all you thirsty Michael fans, Enjoy!
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“Honey, you know I love a good cocktail. But maybe going out tonight might not be the best solution for this”
The concerned tone of Linda Martin’s voice, was challenging to pick up through the repetitive and loud music played at club LUX. Pressing the phone against your ear, you scrunched up your nose as she continued to speak from the other end of the line:
“I’m just about to lock up. But I can stay at the office a little while longer…if you wanna drop by and talk”
“Linda! HELLO! ” You exclaimed, “You have a child? Charlie! And Amenadiel, a literal angel waiting for you. Please…go home! It’s okay.” You made your assurance.
“But-”
“Honestly, I’m fine.” You stressed, moving to the right to let a stranger pass through, “And who knows?” You grinned, “Maybe a cocktail and a little chat with Lucifer might be what I need right now, you know? Maybe I can vent to him” Shrugging, you added out loud.
“Uh! Not sure if Lucifer is the right guy to give you any form of sane advice” Linda replied with doubt, “Honey, what you almost did today was-”
“True! true, I know” Frantic nodding was you could do, “But I’m already here now. And Linda! It’s been months since I saw Luci after his whole…trip thing….so…no one can stop me I guess, heh” you chuckled, eyes scanning the club from top of the stairs. You felt amused. For it certainly seemed as if you were a desperate teenager, seeking permission from her mother. Linda’s sighs echoed on the phone:
“Alright then”
With a twinkle in your eye and a spring in your step, you went down the stairs embracing the atmosphere of LUX. You dipped yourself into the pool of rhythm and ecstasy and visual pleasure the premise provided. Bobbing your head, you were impatient to make your way towards the bar. When a figure sitting there, got you excited:
“Luc-” You paused, with furrowed eyebrows. This did not seem right. That broad back seemed familiar, yet the fashion choices did not. In no universe would the one you guessed, would wear a brown jacket of that material. Tweed as you could tell. Chuckling, you were aware of your mistake. You hailed the good looking Bartender, whilst taking a seat further away from the figure.
“On the house” The Bartender intruded you with pleasantry, placing a glass before you. Vodka, neat.
“Oh-Thank you” you blurted with a smile,“It’s just what I wanted. But-” you said, raising your eyebrows, “…how did yo-”
“Cause it’s been your favorite, Darling” a familiar voice boomed your ears from the distance, “…unchanged ever since you set foot onto this place. Well done in being consistent!”
Turning back, you found Lucifer Morningstar strut his stuff with confidence towards you with a smile. Excitement. It bubbled in you.
“Lucifer!!” You clutched your chest, “Oh my-”
“Don’t you dare say ‘god’ next ” he groaned before pulling you into a hug.
“I wasn’t-I wasn’t” you chuckled in his arms, “Oh! Luci! You have NO idea how happy I am to see you face to face again” you exclaimed, pulling back to cup his face. With his sudden trip back to Hell, you were certain you would never seem him again.Until now. Or until you received a text from him a few days back announcing his triumphant return.
“And I you…” Lucifer replied, with a warm tone so affectionate.
“I mean, I’m glad you texted me but…oh buddy! Are you back for good?” You inquired with earnest.
“That’s an answer I can’t give you promptly, unfortunately” he answered, “But I’m here for now”
“In that case, I hope you can make time for me tonight, for a nice chat” you suggested, patting him on both shoulders. For in truth, the need to vent to Lucifer did not seem trivial to you as you said to Linda. It seemed essential. Behind your calm exterior was a woman in panic. You needed your friend.
“Oh! Don’t worry! I DID indeed make time” Lucifer replied, which made you smile.
“Really? that’s great. Cause I-”
“Cause actually, I’m having a little problem with the Detective. And I will only feel better if you hear me out on this”
You froze for a split second, “Oh? Yeah! Sure sure”. With lips forming a tight smile, you kept nodding, “Lay it on me, buddy. Wha-?”
Confusion was all you could spew when your friend pulled you out of your seat, grabbed your glass and started walking. All the while his gaze laid upon that mysterious figure on the other side of the bar. That figure with the broad back finally raised its head.
“Oh! don’t worry, brother. Your life doesn’t interest me anymore” the man cried out.
“Brother?” You blurted, sharpening your focus at him, only to widen your eyes, “Wait!” Blinking several times to process how that man looked identical to Lucifer, only to have an american accent instead, ���That’s-He looks-Wait What?”
Lucifer sighed, “It’s my great displeasure to inform you, that’s Michael, my twin brother” he answered, through gritted teeth.
“M-Michael?” With wide eyes still, you looked back at your friend, “The actual Archangel?”
“Yes”
“You mean to tell me, that HE IS the one, who supposedly posed as you and tried to sabotage your life in LA, while you were away in Hell?”
“Wait…” Lucifer paused, looking back at you, “How on EARTH did you-?”
“Amenadiel told me” you answered, shy, “What? I got close with him and Linda ever since I started to babysit Charlie. Let’s just say your brother has gotten quite chatty, and I do like it” you added a chuckle, only to stop seeing Lucifer’s upset face.
“Well, I would have preferred to tell you all that myself” he uttered, him and you being the only stationary figures on the exciting dance floor. Noting his disappointment, you averted your eyes, “I’m sorry…I didn’t bombard you with question texts cause I heard you were busy with some celestial matters”
Lucifer’s eyes widened, “So does that mean…you never met Michael before, right?
You shook your head, “Nope, I was out of town for most of the time. Family stuff” you continued, “And I must admit, I didn’t feel the same when I stepped into the church then”
Lucifer never intended to reveal to you his true identity. However, one fateful day he had no other option. Granted, you took it well. Yet, looking back you could not help but laugh by the mere memory of it.
“Did you remember my face when you finally told me? Right inside a church too. Like-”
“Darling, Can we-?”
You paused, noticing Lucifer’s uneasy and impatient look, “Sorry, you wanted to talk, right?”
“Yes. Please! please…”
And there you were, sitting on an available VIP couch with him as he began to explain. Since his return from Hell, he and Chloe Decker were in dire attempts to naturally enter into the state of being a couple as they were supposed to be. Yet, challenges of many degrees seemed to get in the way. Including a trivial misunderstanding, leading her to believe he has not taken the role of Boyfriend into heart. How could she not? Especially when the women tend to follow him around no matter what he does. From your knowledge, you were certain Chloe was no petty woman. She was smart and rational. Yet when in love, rationality tends to fly out of the window with some emotion. So You could certainly empathize with her, yet also knew about the truth.
“…and it just hurts so much, because I’ve never cared for anyone like I do with her”
“Lucifer, I hear you” you began, with your hand being gentle on his shoulder, “But you gotta be a bit more empathetic here.” You added, crossing your legs, “You’re not just any other guy she’s dating. So her concerns are valid. I know-” nodding to his protest, “I know you’re loyal. To the extreme, in fact. And I also know you can’t help the effect your powers have on humans. You can't help when women and men come at you like magnets. Like the one who’s coming over right now” you chuckled, indicating to an older woman coming from afar. The one who sulked the moment her eyes caught you with him, “Heh! She looks so bummed-Anyways, what I was saying is, all you gotta do…” you said, looking back at him, “…is talk to her about it. Reassure her. That’s it”
With his gaze on yours, Lucifer kept nodding, “You know, the doctor…she told me the same thing” as he snapped his fingers, to which you nodded in return:
“See? You guys have something really special. I can even put in a good word with Chloe, if you want-”
“Oh darling…” Grabbing you by the shoulders, pure relief came from his voice, “…that would be so wonderful. Thank you!” He cried, before giving a chaste kiss on your cheek.
“Of course buddy” you laughed. Yet you were aware how the bubbling of nervousness only increased as time passed, “And so um…” you struggled, “…about-”
“Ah! Perfect timing!” Lucifer cried out, drawing out his phone, “A new case. Sorry darling, but duty calls”
Patting you on the shoulder, Lucifer stood up, “You’re the best, you enjoy while I’m away now! Plenty of fish here!”
“That’s not the point, I-” A heavy sigh left your lips, as you watched him wink and walk away. All before you could even blink. If it were any other night, you would have chuckled it away. Yet tonight, you were certain you were ditched. You were certain you felt used and disposed of. You were ashamed.With your now empty glass, you returned to the bar, where the bartender refilled it without question.
“Just let me pay this time, please” You insisted, taking the purse out. Except he shook his head:
“Sorry Ma’am! Lucifer said he’d cover it”
“Then take this as a tip, please” you implored, till the bartender sighed and took your money. Now finally alone with your drink, you felt each sip to be alcoholic reminder of regret. This was indeed an embarrassment. And there was Linda, actually ready and willing to listen to you. Why did you even refuse that? Taking a deep breath of resolve, you called up an Uber. Maybe there was still time to drop by at Linda’s place for a short chat, all the while you help them with little Charlie.
“The way Lucifer sticks around with charitable humans, I don’t know how he does it.”
That voice, that lighter yet sinister tone, all with that American accent. You would be lying if the hair of the back of your neck did not stand. You guessed who it was. Yet, you had to mask your surprise as you turned right with a cool, unaffected expression:
“Why?” You inquired, “…because he’s the devil as everyone claims him to be? As you so clearly wanted? Hello Michael! Nice to meet you by the way”
Raising your glass in irony, you flashed a tight smile at Lucifer’s twin brother. To which he showed no acknowledgment, but merely pausing.
“Cause he never belonged in the Silver City. Not with his attitude then. Or the one now” he said, taking a seat next to you. As he did, as the bartender offered him a drink, you could not help but observe. He certainly was the complete opposite to Lucifer. Even his posture and his noticeable right arm. But when your eyes caught the sight of his face, they widened:
“Whoa, your brother did a huge number on you there, huh?” You remarked, pointing at the huge scar that went across his face. He scoffed:
“Not surprising of Lucifer. He IS the rebel of the family, after all” he added with a salty attitude. You snickered, which seemingly made him frustrated, “So you believe him, then?” He inquired you.
“Well…” you paused, “given the fact he did that to you, his own brother…” you added, pointing at his face, “I’m guessing what YOU did to him wasn't exactly…brotherly either” you continued, “And…given the fact I know him longer than I know you, I think its pretty obvious whom I believe…”. You leaning closer to, urged him to lean in as well, “This may be hard to hear for you, but our lives definitely changed for the better ever since Lucifer came into it” you stated, sitting straight up again, “He may not be empathetic at all times, but he tries. He REALLY…tries” as you took a sip, “Even though he IS a selfish prick sometimes” whilst muttering to yourself.
“Is that why you’re drinking here alone, instead with him right now?”
That hurt. You froze, “Like I said, he tries” looking ahead, you sipped your drink, “And why are you even here?” You snapped at him, “Aren’t we LOW enough of humans for you to even associate?”
Your query did not seem ludicrous. Not with the look he gave you. For he did not look at you, he looked down on you. As if you were a weakling about to mess it all up. Just the way Amenadiel described him to be.
Yet Michael did not answer, only he just looked at you with amusement, which frustrated you in return, “What?”  
“You’re afraid”
“Afrai-What? No! For one thing, I’m angry. I’M REALLY ANGRY! I-” Clearing your throat, you flashed a nervous smile at the people around you. For your loud response had attracted many. Embarrassment had swallowed you whole.
“That’s definitely what everyone can see” Michael said, “But actually…” leaning against the table, he looked right at you, “…you are afraid, aren’t you? I can sense it” confidence was rife in his voice as eyes made deep contact.
“Oh! What do you-?”
And all the sudden, the EDM had disappeared, filling yours with a ringing sound that echoed throughout. Similar to Lucifer’s mojo. An invisible force liberating you from denial or secrecy at all costs, leaving your thoughts out in the open, leaving room just for honesty.
“I-I am…” you blurted. To which he smiled:
“Good, and?”
“I’m afraid that…” you struggled, “ that I’m not…good enough”
Blinking deep, your senses returned, “Shit!” You covered your mouth, "What the HELL did you just do?” Until you gasped, “That’s YOUR mojo, isn’t it?”
He smiled even more, “Well, You’re a clever one”
“Ugh! That’s just sick. YOU’RE SICK! ” Remarking with disgust, you looked back at your drink. The feeling of being used, you could empathize deeper. However, in all honesty, he was right. You were afraid. And Michael’s victorious chuckles in the background did not help.
“Well…no wonder you’re friends with Lucifer” he added, pointing at you, “It takes an UNWORTHY one to know another” 
That was when you had it. “Oh! HOHO!” Hitting both your hands on the table, you scoffed out loud, “Like YOU don’t know how I feel, Mr. High-and-Mighty!” You snapped at the now-surprised Michael “Like in all your existence, you NEVER felt what it was like to be compared?” inquiring, you shot a look at the shocked bartender with passion, “Sir, do you mind if I take these for a minute?”
“Uh! Sure!?”
“Thanks!” With a polite smile, you grabbed a small bowl of olives, a glass of ice cubes and a bowl of spicy cashews.
“Okay, let me paint you a picture, Michael” you began, fueled by the alcohol, “Imagine you’re these Olives, and you’ve been working together with Icy here for a while” you added, pointing at the ice cubes glass, “And since recent, you started to care for Icy. You feel like there’s potential between the two of you. But THEN! these Cashews come in unannounced” As you pulled the cashews bowl between the olives and ice. You took a deep breath, “Cashew is cool, Cashew is a breath of fresh air, something different. And Icy? Icy seems curious. Perhaps even interested” you scoffed, “And that’s driving you, Olive…crazy. Then you start to wonder if Cashew is better than you. You wonder whether Icy actually appreciates Cashew’s smooth, milky texture more than your meaty, salty- Oh! these are not sexual euphemisms I swear! I-”
You paused, confused. Merely upon Michael’s expression. Merely upon his silence. It felt strange to you. For it it were Lucifer listening, a million jokes and teases would have been intruding your venting. Yet here, with Michael, you merely had nothing but, space. To vent. For he simply listened with intent. And seriousness.
“And? then?” He inquired.
“Uh…” surprised, you struggled to return to your passionate state “And…because Olive-you are going mad and sour with jealousy, you’re wondering: What could you do…to make yourself feel better? How about… a rumor?” You said.
To which Michael’s eyes widened.
“How about a horrible rumor about Cashew?” You continued, “So horrible that Icy will never approach Cashew ever again” with a sad chuckle, you looked at him, “Now don’t tell me you don’t know what thats like…” you said, finally stuffing some olives into your mouth. It was sour, yet you were too hungry.
“So…did you do it?” Michael inquired, “Spread the rumor?” A quite excitement filled his voice with harmonies.
To which you shook your head.
“No, cause I know how HORRIBLE all this is” you replied with exhaustion, gulping down the rest of the drink, “Cause I know what a HORRIBLE MONSTER I am to feel all this. I don’t even know Cashew well, but I’m just in so much…CONTEMPT …towards her. That’s the word.” you added, picking up a cashew and looking at it with intent. Apart from the music playing in the background, there was silence from your listener. A few seconds passed. Still silent.  
“I don’t judge you” until he finally spoke again. Which urged your eyebrows to rise.
Your phone began to vibrate on the table with a message. But you did not care.
“Now that I’m surprised to hear” you replied, looking at him, “What’s the matter? Am I not a worthless human at an even lower low now?” You inquired, mocking his earlier, smug tone. Michael took the cashew nut from your hand:
“Cause there’s nothing wrong on the way you feel” he said, letting the nut disintegrate in between his palm. He did not smile, just watched you with, empathy, “It’s…excruciating. To feel invisible. To feel unwanted. To feel -”
“Worthless!” “Worthless!”
Both muttering in syncopation, with eyes resting on one another was coincidental, yet right. Disbelief coursed through you for a few seconds until the phone vibrated once more, forcing you to look. It was the Uber driver, waiting for you outside.
“Well, Michael,” You began, “I bid you goodnight” you added, whilst getting up, “And…Thank you”
With a warm smile, you left him surprised before getting out of LUX.
A sense of regret came over you as you got into the cab, a sense of emptiness in your stomach. Would staying a bit longer have made feel better? But why? Was it Michael? You shook your head and shuddered by the ludicrous nature. The man may have looked familiar, but what the extent of your familiarity with him. Linda’s call brought you back to your senses:
“Am I too late ? Or did Lucifer put some crazy scheme in your head? What is it?  a revenge prank?”
You chuckled, “Don’t worry! I didn’t talk to him about it. Honestly? he was too busy thinking about himself than listen to me” you added, sighing.
“Ahh…of course he did.”
“But I did manage to vent to someone…” you said, “Get this! It’s Michael”
“Wait! Our brother Michael?”
Amenadiel’s voice was heard. Possibly because of Loud Speaker mode.
“Hey Amenadiel” you greeted, “Uh huh! You’re right. And as expected, I didn’t get the best advice from HIM either”
“So, what now? How do you feel?” Linda asked, with Charlie crying in the background.
“Actually, I feel better. Lighter”
“Good. Maybe it’s the alcohol”
“Hmmm maybe…”
The phone call went on till you reached home, but you could not help but wonder, was it really the alcohol? Or was it Michael simply listening to you? and what he said. But how on earth an angel like him could relate to you? And instead of getting into your head and amplifying your fear, how was he responsible for your shoulders to feel lighter, and your breathing much clearer? So clear that you knew you could sleep in peace tonight.
And you certainly did.
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The next day at work, you were in a state of self reflection. After venting to Michael the night before, you seemed to have a different perspective of everything. Also, you could not fathom on how you had the audacity to compare the coworker you had supposed feelings for, to a glass of ice cubes. And the woman you were clearly jealous of, to a bowl of cashews. You sniggered by the thought of it. But those sniggers disappeared the moment your eyes caught the sight of them together. The manner in which Cashew grew closer to Icy, caused your blood to boil. The manner in which she used her feminine charm to cross the borders to the land between professional and non, urged your fists to tighten. And Icy? Of course he played along. His smiling face and dilated pupils was proof of interest.

“Wassup, buddy!” Not to mention his platonic greeting towards you as he passed you by.
This definitely was not teen angst. Yet, this jealousy made you feel this was. Worrying over such trivial matters. You could not take it. Icy brought you nothing but joy ever since you began your employment there. And now he had brought joy to someone else, steering him away from you. He barely spent any time with you. It felt as if the world had come to a standstill. Your fist remained clenched throughout the day. For you were fighting with your inner demons. Fighting off the desire to say it. That rumor. The most awful rumor you could ever conjure. The rumor you knew people would believe in an instant. For you were never the gossipy type. You had the advantage. So why not?
But no! The image of Linda came to your mind. Her look of disapproval. Her potential look of disappointment. She was your shield and sword against those demons. Even Michael’s words echoed in your mind.  
“Cause there’s nothing wrong on the way you feel. It’s…excruciating. To feel invisible. To feel unwanted. To feel …worthless!”
This impulse to hurt. It was never the real you. Simply the version who felt invisible and unwanted. You were filled with clarity by the end of the day, yet you were exhausted. Emotionally. The damage left in your mentality was heavy. You needed a drink. With the utmost passion. And you needed to do so at LUX. Why? You just needed to.
Still in your office shirt untucked, over the tight skirt and jacket, you knew you looked exhausted in the midst of the beautiful people at LUX. So exhausted that even the slow flashing lights caused slight dizziness. But you managed to steer towards the bar.
The sight of that familiar hunched, broad back donning the brown, tweed jacket, brought you sighs of relief. Was that happiness?
“Did you ever leave LUX last night? Or is this your new place of residence?” You inquired with tease, causing Michael to jump as you took a seat next to him.
“Ha-ha! Very funny” he replied, acknowledging your presence, “And I should ask YOU the same. You come here every night after work?”
"No, just wanted to meet Lucifer, that’s all” you said, stretching yourself on your stool. Liar.
"Well, he’s not here” his brother replied.
Good. “Oh, that’s too bad” you uttered, “But erm…since I’m here, Oh! What the hell! The usual please!…Thanks” you smiled at the bartender. Whilst you held your drink, You felt Michael’s gaze on you. “What?” You turned to him.
“You’re not worried? about my brother being mad?” He inquired, “Seeing you fraternizing with the enemy?” Surprise was instilled in you, as he was nothing but suspicious.
“Look…” you began, “I may be a human, but no one owns me, okay? And you may act like you’re his enemy but, you’re STILL his brother”, mouthing your thanks to the bartender for your drink, you turned your focus back,“Besides, it’s not like you guys can’t share me, right? Not that anyone of you cares.” Chuckling, you continued “And we’re JUST talking…no one’s getting hurt from that. BUT…” you paused, pointing your index finger at him, “…if you think you can get me to talk about Lucifer and spill anything important about him, anything that would benefit your so called mission? then you might as well give up and leave…or fly away or…whatever”
Your monologue left him silent. Yet he did not leave. Which left you confused, looking away as you started sipping on your vodka. Which even left you to question: why then was he even at Lux?
“So…” instead, Michael cleared his throat, “How was work today, Olive?”
You froze. Definitely the most surprising question from him.
“’s alright.” You muttered low, looking ahead still.
“And Icy and Cashew? They didn’t give you a hard time today?”
Pleasant disbelief came over you, “You…remembered those names” you inquired looking at him, “Wait!” Except that smile faded, “What’s going on? Is- this is a trick right? You’re trying to get me to trust you or whatever” you cried out, pointing at him accusingly, “Heh! Nice try, Michael” you snapped.
“No! I’m serious” he protested, “I mean, What’s so great about…Cashew that you feel threatened by her?” Ignoring you, he kept on with his curiosity. As you studied his face, you realized. Mockery did not exist in his tone. Not at that moment. Genuine interest, that was the only occupant. And in truth, a part of you was dying to unveil.
“Well, for starters…” you began.
And thus, the flood gates opened. With liberty, you elaborated. More on the man you adored, and the woman you envied. And the more you elaborated on them, the more you realized how average they all were. How they were simply were greater versions in your mind than in reality. They were on a pedestal. But what fascinated you the most was the listener. Instead joking mindlessly or being distracted like Lucifer, Michael in truth listened to you. He listened with intent. As if his life depended on it. He reminded you of a hardworking student. Which was strange, yet adorable at the same time. A breath of fresh air. The manner in which his face mirrored your anger and frustration, it frightened you. For he was relating to you to the core.
“…Even today when I saw them talking, and when I saw him giving her all the attention I would have LOVED to have gotten, I felt so…powerless. Ugh!” You groaned, shaking your head. To which Michael sighed:
“It’s the same way I felt when everyone in the Silver City was raving about how well Lucifer was doing here on earth and of his…growth” he scoffed. You could not help but chuckle a bit.
“Sorry but, he IS growing” you replied, making him grunt with disgust, “BUT at the same time, as much as I hate to say it, I get it now. How you feel…” your chuckle died, turning to him with a sombre expression. One that he was caught with surprise, and had returned back to you within seconds. An expression of understanding.
A wave of emotion came over you. So much that you longed to reach out and offer a hug. And you almost did, pushing oneself off the stool to stand.
“MICHAEL!”
You both jumped, when Lucifer bellowed from the top of the stairs from afar. Most occupants froze by his booming tone to catch a glimpse, resuming back to their indulgences soon after.
“What are you still doing here?” Morningstar demanded, descending down the stairs, “And talking to MY friend out of all people? What? You infiltrating other people in my life now?”
“That’s definitely NOT what he was doing, Lucifer. We were NOT talking about you, if that’s what you were wondering” you began in a serious tone, “In fact he was just being a good Samaritan” you added when Lucifer finally stood before you.
“What? Michael? Good?” He snarled, shooting his brother a look of disgust, “Ugh! Get out of my sight” he said through gritted teeth. A heavy pang was felt in your heart. But Michael did not flinch. He merely smiled with smug.
“Gladly,” he stood up, “I don’t enjoy looking at YOU anyways, brother”
The pang in your heart grew stronger. Finally you managed to notice the toxicity of self hate. But this was not the time for self reflection. Backing in to the crowd, Michael disappeared. Shaking your head, you sighed.
“Well, now that vermin is out of our midst-Wait! Where are YOU going?” Lucifer cried out, seeing you grab your things.
“Home” you replied, sliding off your stool with anger, “You know what Michael wanted to ask to me about? My life…and the problem I was having in it” you kept going, “I tried to tell YOU my problem last night, I really tried. But you were just too selfish to make it all about you, and then leave me all alone here” you cried out, to which he appeared surprised, “But Michael? He was the ONLY one who actually stuck around to listen to me vent. And no! It was no ploy to get BACK at you” you added, pointing at him, “I could tell He actually cared and he actually related. That's ALL what happened” as your voice turned soft, “Lucifer, I needed you” you pressed your lips, “I needed my friend. I even missed a chat with Linda just to come see you” you felt your nose itch and turn sour, “I’m not saying you have to skip a case for me. But at least, have the heart to check back with me or-” you chuckled, shaking your head, “What am I doing? Who am I talking to?” With another sad chuckle, you stood straight "Sorry for storming out. Bye!”
“D-Darling!”
Lucifer cried out watching you walk away. Sniffing, you quickly made your way out of the premises. There it was, that heaviness once again.
If only Michael was around.
Your eyes widened by the thought, as you were laying on your bed later that evening. Why on earth would you even imagine that? With a heavy heart and a tired mind, you drifted off to sleep faster that ever before.
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The next day, Icy and Cashew were in each other’s arms at work. And you could not give a flying fuck.
Yes. To your surprise, not a single bone in your body shook with jealousy. All the sudden, they did not seem to matter much. As if you could just chuckle and brush them off of your life. And those shoulders, they were tense no more. Seeing Icy, you were nothing but unfazed. Icy’s turtle neck top caught your eye, making you smile for a bit. Michael wears a top just as similar. Your eyes widened again. Why would you smile at that? And why would you think of him all the sudden?
Your Why’s were not answered, instead the Arch Angel came to thought too often even during your lunch time. Even as you munched on your sandwich. About the most random facts, to be exact. You thought of his hair. Messier than Lucifer’s. Your stomach jumped by the thought. Messy hair, you found it attractive. Was that why you found Michael attractive? Could that possibly be your type? Don’t you dare, you thought. But was it? His genuine curiosity and concern towards during the past two nights had managed to send you to confusion. Was this really attraction? Or were you just bored? But if then, why on earth was your heart filled with concern for him last night? Your stomach began to flutter, while your breathing lost its consistent slow pace. With your head and heart filled with many questions, only one place had all the answers.
LUX.  
Walking down the stairs, you found yourself fixing your hair more than usual. All whilst imagining being looked at up and down. By who? You knew exactly. Just afraid to admit it to yourself. With your heart beating fast as the EDM, you began to straighten your shoulders. All the sudden, a hand rested on your forearm:
“Darling…”
Your excitement left unannounced, for your guess was wrong. “Lucifer” you breathed, giving a small smile.
“Can we talk?” He inquired. Upon your agreement, there you both were, sitting together on the couch once again. Silence ruled for the initial few minutes as you watched him pour himself a drink. As you watched him gulp the shot down.
“What’s wrong Luci? I’m starting to get worried now”
“I’m sorry” “No, take your time with the shot.I-”
“No, I’m sorry about before”
He stressed, looking at you, “You were right. I was…selfish. I was too blind to see how you needed me that night.” He added, taking your hand with both of his, “You have always been such a great friend who had never let me down. You were always there for me… and the detective. And what I did was-”
“Lucifer, it’s alright. I forgive you”
You replied. With a sad smile, he pulled you in for an embrace. You could never be mad at him for too long. Patting him in the back, you pinched his cheeks with tease, inviting laughter out of both. All was well.
“And, looks like you have some company” you began, pulling back and motioning towards Chloe Decker standing a few feet away. She smiled, waving at the two of you.
“I appreciate you talking to me, buddy” you said, before you watched them reunite and move to the dance floor together. Their happiness together was rewarding to watch. Their companionship brought you warmth. A warmth that reminded you of a someone. You missed that someone. And it was clear the need could only increase.
Your eyes spotted the bartender, posing the query to which he shook his head in reply. You rushed to the washroom area. Nothing there. As you walked, a particular room caught your eye. An office room of sorts. Halfway open. Your heart rate sped up, as you ran inside it. Could it be?
But no, nothing. No one.
You sighed. Taking your time, you took a good look around. Seemed to be one of the finance related rooms at LUX. The accounts office? Possibly. Painted in the similar color scheme as the club, without the flashing lights. Only replaced with cupboards in the back, with a table and comfortable chair. Will you never see him again? As you turned away, yo could not help but wonder. Staring at the beautiful painting that hung, you were urged to clasp your hands together in prayer.
And in pure desperation, you prayed for him. Full of devotion.
Your racing heart felt more evident when the sound of huge wings flapping reached your ears. Spinning around, you gasped.
It was him.
Sitting on the big chair with his legs crossed, he was quite surprised to see you.
“You called?” He inquired, “For-For me?”
You could not help but chuckle, “….and it worked” you said, all the while you crossed yourself with the left hand: father, son and the holy spirit,  “…and you actually came. Wow” exclaiming soft, you realized he still was surprised: “Why did you call me?”
You paused, “I-I just wanted to check on you…after last night” you explained, slowly tugging the fingers of your left hand with your right, “I-” taking a deep breath, you continued, “I’m sorry you had to leave like that cause of me” with a sad tone. But to which Michael scoffed:
“Please. You make it sound like there was something important for me to leave -” he paused, seeing your sad face unchanged, “I-I didn’t mean it like that. I-I’m sorry”
But to which you shook your head, “No, you’re right. Compared to all that you know and are, I’m JUST a grain of sand. Smaller even.” You chuckled, taking a few steps forward, “I just-I wanted to thank you” a soft smile came over you, “You…listening to me vent, it made me feel a whole lot better.”
You did not expect him to look down and nod in a shy demeanor. Yet he did, and it was quite adorable.
“And I’m sorry, for saying it’s sick. About your power, your …mojo.” You added, “It may not have been what you wanted or chosen. Or maybe it was. But…” Pausing, you gulped “…that’s what makes you…you, and I should respect that. Regardless if you were a human or an angel”
Looking back up at you, his eyebrows were raised with surprise once again. As if he could not believe someone actually said that to him. To him. To Michael.
“Isn’t it possible…that you might feel this sympathy towards me…because I remind you of Lucifer?” He inquired with suspicion.
“Are you kidding me? You’re SO different” you scoffed, walking towards him, “Sure, anyone might say the looks are the same, but still I see so much of a difference”finally standing close to him, as you leaned against the table, “The AURA is different. The empathy is different” you smiled, “And that makes you even LOOK more different. You ARE your own” taking a deep breath, you continued, “And you actually…GET me. At least you managed to the last few days” you added with a shy chuckle.
Aside from a shy chuckle, you felt your cheeks heat up. Many times you have spoken to Lucifer of many a things. Yet, never did you feel this way before his presence. Yet, with Michael, you were certain you would combust any second. And the fact he actually chuckled back shy, brought you so much bravery to continue:
“That night when your brother ditched me, I never felt more alone in the this world, until I started talking to you” you gulped, “It was like at that moment, you were the ONLY one who knew. And it set me free” taking another deep breath, “I thought you’d fuel my jealousy. But instead, you inadvertently took me out of it. Michael, do you realize you did something great there” you chuckled, before reaching out to take his ailing right hand. A part of you worried he might slap it away, yet he did not. Thus you held it in a gentle manner, all the while his gaze was on yours.
You continued, “I needed Lucifer, I needed my friend that night. But he chose not to be there. But…YOU did. You didn’t choose to be there. But you chose to stay. Whatever your intensions were, it didn’t matter. You were there. And I’m grateful” you breathed.
Gentle were your movements as You tried to put his hand back on the arm of the chair, but gasped when you realized his hand did not let yours go. Michael cleared his throat.
“I have to admit…” he said, gulping to your surprise, “I didn’t feel alone when I was with you either” as he gave your hand a small squeeze. Small it may have been, yet it sent you tremors so big to your body and your heart.
“You ask people what they fear of, right?” You inquired. To which he smiled smug:
“Bingo”
“Well…” you chuckled, “It’s such a pity you can’t ask me what I desire…”
Groaning, disgust stained his face, “What? Like my dear brother Luci-”
“But that’s okay” you intruded, “So…Go ahead. Do it” you said, leaning a little forward, “Ask me. Do what you do” 
With his hand still on yours, he leaned forward as well. Eyes growing dark, he was in his element:
“What ARE you so afraid of?”
His query, it echoed in your ears, coursing through your body entirely. Awakening every cell of your body, his query summoned them to reveal the truth in you. Your pulse raced a competitive race when you finally answered:
“I’m afraid to die…” you began, “…without…being with you”
His mouth parted, especially when you pushed yourself closer to him, “…without being with you at least once…” you whispered, feeling both your breaths syncopating, “For just one…moment”
Your eyes were tortured by his lips that were a mere few centimeters away. Body combusting even further, the water to calm your fire or the fuel to increase it was right there before you. Would he refuse? Possible. Yet, you knew regret would follow you like a shadow all your life if you did not do this now. Pushing yourself forward, you placed your arms on his forearms as your shivering lips made contact with his, forming a gentle kiss.
A gentle kiss, to which he responded.
This kiss, it felt like home. By home, it was being so understood. It was feeling relief. And at the same time, it was being the place for inhibition and no judgements. It was liberation. That was kissing Michael felt like. Applying more pressure with your lips, you kissed him more as you pulled him to her by his turtle neck. Words did not exist, yet your lips begged him to not hold anything back. For you could understand.
Yet he pulled away in an instant.
Embarrassment came over you. Were you being judged?
No, only disbelief was painted on his face. And without a second to spare, he swooped in back, to kiss you with an equal amount of pressure. As if to respond. His lips told you he liked what he tasted. For it was the taste he could relate to. For you both shared a bitterness, something borne out of jealousy. You were both victims of it. And it showed. Yet, it was the empathy you could both share as well. Not to mention the pleasure from the kiss, the softness of the lips.
Pushing him back to his chair, You straddled him. Your tight skirt may have ridden up high , almost all of your thighs were exposed. Yet it did not matter to you. For you and him, were busy conversing, busy venting with these kisses.
Kisses that perfectly described the suffering and the frustration felt through inadequacy and insecurity. The anger that urged them to throw away all logic. These kisses were nothing ordinary.
Hands grew busy. With yours on his hair, his right remained around your waist while his left grabbed your left breast over your silk top. Gasping, your pulled away to look at him.
“I’ve seen others do it” Michael explained, “Other humans” he seemed a little shy.
To which you chuckled, “… and…uh do you like it?”
You inquired as you guided his hand, at the opening through the unbuttoned area. Your body tingled by his touch on your bare skin above your chest, “cause I do...very much” you moaned into his lips. He shuddered.
“Do you like it, Michael?”
“Yes-” He breathed, all before kissing you again. This time his kisses were filled with more gusto. Which you welcomed.
His gusto urged you to unbutton your silk shirt, peel it off to dispose. Even crossing the border to unhook the bra, relieving yourself from it soon after. Your bare torso, finally soaked itself in the hot atmosphere, while your lower body remained clothed. Your tight skirt, stockings and heels. Straddling an Arch Angel half dressed, never what you had imagined.
The moment both his hands rested on your bare back, you were attacked with chills. Chills so strong, your shudders broke the kiss, urging him to gaze upon your face. Gaze unmoved, you took his hands, offering him permission by placing both over your exposed bosom. He may not be the devil, yet he was a tease. For like a blind man, his hands moved around them, with detail and slow pace. As if to note and remember every inch. His touches were not sloppy. They were careful. He watched you wince and face contort even by a millimeter as he touched you. And when his hands brushed against the two erect buds that were your nipples, your sounds grew louder. Loud enough for you to press your nose against his. Unlike before, he was not looking down on you. Instead he seemed marveled. Even so, when his eyes moved towards where his hands were, to gasp and envy at what he was missing.
With a deep breath, he simply held on to you. With a deep breath, he pressed his face against your chest, inhaling you and your skin with passion. The manner in which his nose caressed your two buds, sent tremors down below. His lips felt lonely, speaking out his rights finally, as they kissed the highest peaks, proceeding to latch on to them, one at a time. Moans were justified when his tongue began to lick, when his mouth began to suckle with pressure. Was this instinct? Was this based on his observation? Your curiosity was interrupted when his teeth sank on below your left breast, forming a bite. Causing you to hiss. Looking at his mark with pride, his eyes caught yours:
“I don’t want to share you with my brother” he growled.
“And you don’t have to” you assured, taking his tweed jacket off, “…I never wanted him that way. Not like this” breathless reply formed as you felt his noticeable erection over his pants, “Oh!-” you paused, as he gasped, “-Do you want me to stop?”
“No don’t-ah!”
Unbuckling his pants, you were not dainty when his manhood finally sprung out of captivity. Shuddering, you marveled at his growth. So perfect. So certain of it’s need for you. So erect. Reaching out, your touch was delicate. And you were aware of how damp you were in many a places. While your lips took his own, your hands began to stroke his growth, inciting moans from pleasure.
“Fuck…you’re perfect, Michael…” you breathed between kisses. The region between your thighs warned you with an overdose of moisture. Slowly moving closer to him, your lips pulled away, “You know how this goes. We can stop if you want-”
“Never!”
His thunderous reply, was more than enough for you to gather courage. Did not take long for you to lift yourself up, shift your dampened panties aside to take him on. Enough for his generous growth to be engulfed by your opening. Sinking down, it was a perfect fit. Another intimate step taken as you both began to vent to one another in an entirely different level. Your body spoke with passion as your lips did. And so did his. The rhythm was syncopated, for the empathy was shared. Relatable yet passionate. His hands held on to your buttocks while yours dug under his turtle neck top, feeling his bare stomach and chest.
“Oh Father” Michael cried, throwing his head back.
“Ah! Michael” you moaned. Looking back at you, he held you tighter:
“I wanna-I wanna be in this moment… for Eons”
“Ah! Michael!”
His eyes grew darker, "You’re mine! Only mine!” He growled. To which you nodded: “Ah! Michael!”
“Why-?” frustrated, he inquired, “Why aren’t you saying anything?What-”
He paused when you grabbed his face, “I didn’t say anything. Cause YOU… are all I can think of right now, Michael” you panted, kissing him once again with passion. Which he did not mind. With bodies united as well as the lips, you both vented so loud, anyone could have heard. Yet, who would bother at a nightclub?
“I can think of only you” you breathed, as you moved faster, “Nothing else. No one else-Ah!” you cried out, feeling the finishing point appearing sooner than expected. Until you finally did, as you felt fireworks within you. The view was enriched when Michael joined the finish line, causing you to lift yourself up while he had his release. His cries of pleasure ,his winces made it all worthwhile. With a deep exhale, you straddled him once again, holding him tight.
“Wow…” Michael exclaimed, all sweaty, “…that was-wow” As much as you felt the same, a heavy feeling came over you. A wave of realization.
“I'm sorry” You panted, averting your eyes. His smile left in an instant.
“What? Why?” Impatience was heavy in his voice. In response, you offered a passionate kiss. A kiss to relive your union one more time. Your frail heart had fallen victim once again. Pulling away, you cupped his face:
“I’m sorry…” you began, “If I ever end up falling in love with you”
But to your surprise. He appeared content. Especially when he cupped your face in return:
“Then i’m sorry too…” he said, “…if I ever do the same”
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royalydamned · 3 years
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SECOND CHANCES - Michael Demiurgos x Reader
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|AN|: Aaaa I can't believe I'm posting this after just briefly thinking about it for like 2 days. I'm actually nervous since there's zero thought, only my strong sudden love for Michael.
I promised myself I will make as many of my x readers gender neutral as possible, but this one has female reader insert, I'm sorry.
(Posting this for me and those 4 other Michael stans, love you)
Summary: Michael lost, and he lost everything. Lucifer may have spared his life, but what did it matter if he had nothing and no one. His wings were gone, the weight of them missing on his back, a big part of himself gone with them. His family was out of reach, he was the exiled, the defeated, the loser, in Lucifer's shadow as he was his whole existence. It was just him against a world full of selfish filthy humans, and he had never hated life more.
You are the one that will show him what his brothers liked so much about Earth, and make him fall in love with humanity.
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This evening was strangely quiet. Karaoke in the dark corner of the pub turned off and forgotten, small groups of people laughing and quietly talking over a glass of beer, music turned off, instead a very boring football match playing on a large screen attached to a wall. He was used to unbearable noise of laughing drunkards and off key tunes from wasted pairs having a duet fighting with the actual rythm of the song. Tonight was nothing like it.
Michael looked down into his glass, the golden liquid shimmering slightly as it reflected light all around the open room, bit of it spilled all over the wooden bar he was sitting behind, staining his  hands and sleeves. Yet he couldn't bring himself to care.
The archangel felt empty, defeated, almost no anger left as surrender completely overcame him after the loss of everything that made him himself. God's son without his wings, the warrior and guardian without his weapon, an angel without his identity. Ever since the battle he wished his brother had just taken his head and ereased him from existence instead of this torture, but what else was he supposed to expect from the king of hell.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes with a bit sticky hand from the alcohol spilled all around. This evening Michael was supposed to be sitting on the throne in the Silver City, successful, victorious -- a God. Instead he left with painful scars on his back and a dark feeling following him wherever he went like a shadow. The loneliness, the hatred as only things keeping him company.
"Well don't you look like you chewed up a whole a lemon." A voice next to him chirped, a body loudly thudding against a barstool right next to him as someone sat uncomfortably close. "What are you drinking?"
"Exuse me?"  The person next to him only gave him a bright smile, sighing almost in sympathy after his expression didn't change after a few seconds.
"You really looked like you could use some cheering up."
"Well, I don't so...leave." He didn't raise his gaze, staring sternly into his half-drank drink, unconciously gripping the fragile glass so tightly his fingerprints were turning white.
"Not a chance, I'm getting that worry wrinkle out of your pretty face tonight buddy." Michael slowly turned to his side, cold dark eyes meeting the woman's, still smiling warmly at him, a strange glimmer in her gaze that he knew from his brother a bit too well. "Alright," her smile dropped as she raised her arms in a weak gesture of surrender, the face now more genuine and open.  "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't want that it's just...you've been sitting here for hours, unmoving, with this same sulky expression and you--"
"No let me guess, I made the others uncomfortable. Well my face isn't changing anytime soon, unfortunately, so--" he smiled at her in irony, the expression dropping into serious within a second as he had no desire to continue the conversation.
"What?" she laughed, slightly cocking her head to the side in confusion and Michael couldn't wrap his head around the cheerfulness that didn't weaver even for a moment. "I just think it's too nice of an evening for such sour mood."
He scoffed in response, downing the rest of his drink in one big gulp and smashed the glass against the ridiculously shiny bar surface. The woman jumped slightly at the action, startled by the sudden loud sound that echoed through the whole pub, attracting everyone's eyes and silencing all the conversations at once. The archangel looked around nervoulsy, squrming slightly at all the eyes baring into him with unhidden judgement and she noticed, smiling at everyone around, giving them a signal that everything is completely fine.
"Nothing about this evening is "nice", " he spat after everyone got back into their separate conversation ignoring them once again. There was venom in his voice as he inched his face closer to hers and gripped the stool he was sitting on so tight his skin turned white. "The alcohol tastes like piss, every surface is this dadforsaken place is somehow disgusting and sticky, and even if I wasn't being annoyed by the most obnoxious human I've ever met I'd still be here smelling sweat and vomit while my brother celebrates his victory." His eyes bore deep into hers in a attempted gesture of intimidation, trying to scare her off because that's what he did. He knew fear, he used fear. It was his tool, his weapon, his power, yet she held his gaze stubbornly with the same seriousness, completely unblinking.
"Hurtful," she said finally, smacking her lips as she pulled away from him, a bit too unphased by the outburst to his liking. "You are a bit..." the woman paused as she looked him up and down, brows furrowed while finding the, apparently least hurful, word to describe the man in front of her "...strange, I admit that, but we all have bad days."
"If only it was just a day." She ignored his words, slapping the bar a few times, summoning the bartender that was chatting with a group of men not too far away from where they were sitting, and gave him a strange look that  he understood without a single word exchanged between them. The archangel wondered if some humans were blessed with telepathic communication, or if it was just something they developed on their own. He shook that thought off instantly, there was no way they were smart enough for such thing.
"To be honest my friend Steve there thought you were a serial killer," she pointed behind her back with her thumb, not even looking at the direction. There, a seemigly middle-aged man sat, clean shaven with messy brown hair, gripping a huge glass of beer in his right hand, while gesturing wildly with the other, seemigly telling his companions a story.
"There's still time," Michael said with a serious face, his look glued to red-faced Steve and his friends dodging his flying arm. Beside him, the woman burst out with laughter, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the response. Why did she laugh? She was supposed to get scared, weirded out, simply leave, but she just laughed. Like he wasn't serious, like he was truly harmless.
"Yeah," she said slowly, seemigly looking far into the distance before shaking her head and turning her attanetion back at him.  "My name is |Y/N|, by the way."
"Michael," he answered silently, suspicipulsy eyeing her whole as she took two glasses from the bartender with a warm 'thanks', and handed him one of them. "What's that?"
"You complained the alcohol tastes like piss, so I'm showing you which one to pick next time." |Y/N| winked, taking a quick sip from her own glass and watched him, waiting for him to try his own.
"Alright, that's quite--" Michael put his glass away, completely turning towards the stranger now, jaw clenched in annoyance. "what are you doing?" He had enough of her fake joy and pretense. What would it take for him to be left alone to his hatred and self-pity in this terrible city?
"Buying you a better drink?"
"Don't!" He pointed his index finger at her, hand slightly shaking, and she watched him struggle in a silent wonder. "Don't answer my questions with another question," he finished a bit more calmly, flinching visibly when she took his hand and lowered it down with the smallest smirk of amusement on her lips, acting like he was a child throwing a tantrum instead of an all powerful celestial.
The angel stared at her, trying to make sense of the situation he found himself in, trying to figure out the human's intentions, her plans, only one question swimming in his mind the whole time: Why? She just came to him, talked to him just like he was yet another simple man, and not one of God's children, one of his greatest warriors. Maybe he was now. Maybe all it took was stealing his wings to completely break him and make him one of the filthy people for good. He was now a useless angel, an invulnerable human.
"Michael," |Y/N| said gently, her tone now more serious than before, finally now realizing, or at least starting to figure out, his situation. "Not every action that isn't meant to directly hurt you costs something."
He was left to stare at her, thinking about her words for a bit too long, face frozen in deep thought, the confusion too apparent in his expression. She sighed, smiling softly more to herself than at him and handed him the glass again, clinking her own with it in a friendly gesture Michael was still struggling to wrap his mind around. "Look, I don't know what kind of shitty people you have in your life, but this is usually how friendship works."
"Friendship?" They weren't friends, Michael didn't even have any. It was useless, unncecessary, no God or anyone else created creature could understand an angel, let alone humans. They were stupid, primitive and didn't care about anyone but themselves.
"You seem disappointed, but you are my friend from now on."
"Why?"
|Y/N| laughed once again, her nose scrunching at the action, and he just watched her, wondering what was so amusing about their situation. "Well because I want you to be." He didn't answer, feeling completely out of place during their conversation. What would she gain by this? It was uncomfortable, and yet he thought about how it would be if she was genuine, his mind couldn't help but wonder how it would be like. "Oh, and I need to teach you some serious people skill."
"My people skill is as good as it needs to be," Michael objected. If only she knew. If only she was aware. He used people however he needed, they were like toys, mindless, just for him to manipulate and so easy to lie to, driven by their fear, so simple to control by whatever terrified them.
"Sure..." she said and he could hear the apparent sarcasm in her voice. He will let her live in the illusion she has in her head, let her see him as someone she wants to save but he doesn't need her. He doesn't need anyone and their saving.  
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himbowashington · 3 years
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Part 4: Claiming the Archangel Michael
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(ALRIGHT YOUVE ALL WAITED LONG ENOUGH! Back by popular demand the fourth installment Michael and his gift reader fic again thank you to everyone who’s liked reblogged or showed interest in this series or in my writing in general. I truly appreciate each and every one of you! I just wanted to remind everyone to feel free to send me any requests or fic ideas my inbox is always open and i’ll do my best to accommodate you and as always let me know what you think if you’d like more of this series and if you’d like to help out a starving artist my Ko-fi link is in my bio if you feel so inclined Thank you and now back to your previously scheduled program! Let the sinning begin😈😈😈😈)
-You’re both silent as you walk the rest of the short journey to your apartment the air tense between the two of you
-Michael keeps glancing at you but will quickly look away when ever you catch him, fidgeting nervously
-your hands shake as you take out your key to open your apartment. Michael notices and takes your hand in his to steady it, turning the key in the lock. You gasp slightly at the contact and you can feel rather than see him tense
-the next few moments feel like a lifetime as you wait for the door to click open before you’re both stumbling into the apartment.
-you’ve got michael by his tie pulling him along with you, though he doesn’t seem to mind in fact it grounds him in a comforting way
-He closes the gap between you and the kiss almost sears you with the force it. You wrap your hand around his tie a few more times to solidify your grip and Michael smiles deliciously against your mouth he makes a noise somewhere between and hum and a growl before speaking. “Oh, you are perfect, aren’t you?” he says pulling back slightly to look at you adoringly. You give him a smirk. “you have no idea.” You reply pulling his tie closer to force him back forward slightly. “I’d love to find out.” He replies and you laugh fondly. So quick witted, so Michael, you think to yourself pulling him forward for another kiss before pulling away.
-The archangel Michael whines, literally whines at the loss of contact, looking doe eyed and confused back down at you scanning, waiting. Enough with the waiting, you think to yourself as you begin to step backwards towards your bedroom pulling him along with you. You stop when you feel the bed against the back of your knees. Something about the movement seems to sober Michael up slightly, as a nervous look passed over his face. “Are you sure? me?” You laugh, but in a broken sad kind of way as you look back at this beautiful man, this archangel, who thinks he is nothing. “Of course I am.” you breath out, and in one swift move you spin him around and push lightly on his chest, releasing his tie to let him fall back on the bed.
At that moment he winces, and you remember oh shit his shoulder. You hurry to him again, apologizing profusely. “Michael, I’m so sorry. I- shit I didn’t even think about-“ before you can finish your sentence you find yourself flipped upside down in the bed beside Michael, who sports a mischievous grin on his face. You laugh again, hitting him lightly. “Bastard.” He places a kiss to your nose in a gesture that is heart achingly sweet, “it worked didnt it?” “For now” You reach forward to start helping him out of his shirt but are stopped by his hand which knocks your out of the way gently.
“Michael, what’s wrong with you talk to me.” You say dodging insistent kisses before he pulls back frustrated. “Cant you just- Can’t I just pretend to be normal just for a few minutes- just for this.” he says desperately and your world tilts off its axis. “Michael you are normal.” “No, I am not. I’m- I my body is not like my twins. It’s-“ he pauses for a few moments blinking away tears. “It’s broken.” he finished hanging his head. You want to cry and scream and hold him all at the same time but you go with the last option saddling up to his side.
“Michael..” you call softly frowning as he continues to stare at the ground. You crawl into his lap forcing him to look at you, taking his head gently in your hands. “Michael, -“ you pause as he looks up at you eyes full of tears and pain and suffering and you pause just from the sorrow you see in his eyes. “You are perfect. You. not your brother, not his body. Your body. Michael, you are my guardian angel, you are strong and you have been through a lot, but neither you nor your body is broken.” You say quietly, running your hands soothingly through his hair. He exhales slowly, eyes closing for a moment. “Michael, I want you. I want to be with you. The way you are.” His eyes snap open. “I don’t deserve it.” He breathes out, shakily. “Who said anything about deserving.” you reply and you rejoice at seeing him crack a smile. “I - don’t want to disappoint you.” He says honestly and your heart breaks for him.
You gently reach your hand forward at a slow pace towards his shoulder, giving Michael plenty of time to pull back but this time he remains still. You make contact, and he gasps slightly and you lock eyes monitoring his reaction. After a moment you shift to slip your hand underneath the collar of his shirt to touch the bare skin underneath., you can feel the elaborate scarring of his shoulder, a constant reminder to both of you of what he’s been through. You squeeze ever so lightly at the edge of his shoulder reassuringly, “Just be you.”
It is that moment, that exact moment, that Michael falls deeply, eternally, and irrevocably in love with you and realizes that he belongs to you always and forever no matter what happens. He will always belong to you. You’re seared onto his heart like a brand but one that he wears with absolute pride. He is yours and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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ethanrs · 7 months
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Michael x Gn!Reader, Marriage
Can you please do a marriage scenario and how Mike cannot believe he landed his lover. requested by @kaal-naagin
Starts off with head-canons then ends it off with a cute little story! I hope that this meets your expectations, I tried, not very good at writing wedding stuffs.
-I feel Michael wouldn't want to have a big celebration, because i see him as awkward in areas full of people.
-if you wanted a celebration tho i feel he wouldn’t mind, he would just ask it to be kinda small, not too crazy.
-if you agree with no big wedding you could have more of a party after! No need to dress in an uncomfy suit/dress
-regardless of a party or full on wedding it would be small, no rented out venue, it would be held at LUX
-Lucifer definitely tried to help with any planning for the party/wedding, hence why it would be held at LUX regardless of what you plan to do.
y/n had been driving the car to LUX after they married Michael, the car was filled with a calm silence. As y/n drove Michael mostly stared out the window, a soft smile on his face as he was lost in thought.
They soon arrived at LUX and exited the car and walked into the building, y/n looked at Michael and saw his smile, they playfully nudged him, “what’s got you smiling?” they jokingly say as Michael smiles wider, they have now entered the elevator. “Oh nothing, just happy” Michael had a gleam in his eyes as he spoke, gazing lovingly at y/n . y/n's own smile widened in response as the elevator doors opened and revealed to them the small party being held for them in Lucifer’s club, and Lucifer standing right there, “Well look who's finally made it! Took you lovebirds long enough to get here!” he jested as y/n and Michael stepped out and were now being led by Lucifer to where all of their friends were sitting. “Guys, the newlyweds have arrived!” Lucifer announced to the group at the table, y/n and Michael are now seated as everyone started to congratulate them on their marriage. 
It had now been a few hours into the party and everybody was having fun, playing drinking games and whatnot, but Michael had left for the balcony to get some fresh air from all the excitement, y/n noticed and gave him a few minutes before leaving to check up on him.
As Michael was standing on the balcony he was thinking, as he was lost in thought he began to worry about what could happen in the future. When y/n joined him on the balcony he didn’t notice their presence until they leaned against the railing next to him, “What's on your mind cutie?” Michael smiled at y/n's words, but his face soon changed into a more serious one, “just thinking,” “about?” there was a pause, “... you” He said, y/n smiled warmly and said “good things i hope?” Michaels facial expression softened, he looked less serious now, brows not furrowed, more calm. “I feel… scared, scared about what will happen in the future. All of the things that could happen.” Michael said, y/n was silent before he responded, “don’t be scared about the future, we cross that bridge when we get there, for now, enjoy the present.” Michael was smiling again, taking in his partner’s words. “Yeah, I know, I just can't help it because you've been so nice to me since the first time I met you,” he paused. “Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve your kindness, I've done a lot of bad things.” y/n sighed, “I know what you've done, Lucifer told me all about it before I met you,” Michael’s demeanor changed as he stiffened up, feeling more awkward. “But regardless of the over-dramatized version I heard from Lucifer, I still wanted to get to know you, and I still love you, Michael.” y/n smiled at Michael, he was less rigid now, gazing at y/n. He leaned down and gave y/n a kiss. “I love you…” he muttered against y/n's lips, y/n smiled into the kiss, “love you too, you goof” Michael pulled back and chuckled, pulling y/n against himself and holding him there, “wanna go back inside?” y/n asked, “just a few more minutes.” Michael said.
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Michael Demiurgos x Gn! reader
Soft yet slightly sad Michael hours omfg I love him sm, same as last time, its meant to be soft but might be a bit sad-ish but not really, reader is reffered to as y/n with they them pronouns, also posted on my wattpad under PoodlesinmyNoodles, and i hope you enjoy!
(y/n) was returning home from a long day of work, excited to finally get to properly relax with their boyfriend there beside them. (y/n) opened the door to their home, stepped inside, and while closing the door, found it oddly quiet. Michael was never really loud, unlike his brother, but it was never this quiet. (y/n) assumed that Michael might've been asleep, removed their shoes, and headed for their shared bedroom to check, when they opened the door they found Michael, wings out and curled into a ball on their bed, pitifully trying to hide from view. (y/n) could barely see his busted-up wing or the side of his face with the scar. (y/n) slowly started to walk toward Michael and softly talk to him, "Mikey, love, are you alright?" all that they got in response was a small whimper, (y/n) got closer to the bed, and sat down at the edge of the bed, "Michael, is everything okay?" (y/n) asked again, Michael revealed a little more of his face, "poor baby, you look so stressed," (y/n) said, slowly moving their hand and reaching out to touch Michael's face, when (y/n) made contact he flinched slightly, this made (y/n) worry more, "would you like to talk about it love?" (y/n) waited for a response, and what they got was Michael reaching for the hand on his face and softly grabbing it and gently pushing his face deeper into (y/n)'s hand. (y/n) averted their eyes from Michael's face and looked at the rest of him, he still looked very tense and distraught, (y/n) felt their heart clench at the pathetic state of their lover and asked, "is it alright if I help you relax?" Michael opened his eyes and looked at (y/n), his eyes made (y/n)'s heart shatter a little bit. Michael's eyes were watery with tears, Michael finally spoke, a soft and simple question, "how?" god, even his voice sounded pathetic and raw like he had been crying for hours. "Well it really depends on what you feel most comfortable with right now, would you like me to lay here and run my hands through your hair? Take a warm bath? Or maybe even let me stroke your wings? Or anything else you think of." (y/n) spoke softly, it was ironic how heavenly their voice sounded to Michael.(y/n) noticed how Michael's wings fluttered a little at the mention of being gently touched, "I think I would like you to touch my wings." Michael said, "alright, how about you lay on your stomach or whatever feels most comfortable for you?" (y/n) suggested, Michael moved from the position he was currently in and laid down on his stomach, wings folded against him, his right busted wing not so much as the left one. (y/n) moved closer to Michael and gently began to run their fingers over Michael's soft feathers.
As (y/n) ran their fingers over Michael's wings they would give praise for how soft and beautiful his wings were, making Michael feel like putty under his love's gentle touch. (y/n)'s actions continued for a while, Michael was so close to falling asleep, he felt better than he was earlier, now craving to hold his love before he fell asleep, Michael spoke up, "(y/n), can you go change into your pajamas?" (y/n) stopped their movements and said "alright, you're ready to go to sleep?" as (y/n) moved to get up Michael let out a hum of acknowledgment. While (y/n) was changing out of their daily clothes and into their favorite sleepwear, Michael retracted his wings and crawled under the cover, and waited for (y/n) to join him. As (y/n) crawled into bed and joined Michael, he immediately grabbed (y/n) and pulled them tightly to his chest, and nuzzled into him, (y/n) responded by curling into their lovers' arms and they soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
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ethanrs · 1 year
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IM GONNA FEED THE MICHAEL DEMIURGOS FANS YALL
*slides up in a totally not sketchy looking trench coat and hat and opens my trench coat revealing unfinished work and empty spaces for them juicy requests*
👀👀 psst, hey, you looking for some fanfiction for a certain dark-feathered archangel? well i have a few writings in the works for him, im not so sure which one will be published first but it might be this one smut im working on, i might decide not to post it....
unless.👀👀
ALSO IM OKAY WITH REQUESTS??? i dont really care what you request, but the reader will always be gender neutral with they/them pronouns, but i might wright a few with male readers
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ethanrs · 1 year
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Michael Demiurgos x gn!reader
characters: Michael Demiurgos and Lucifer Morningstar
Use of love and partner towards reader
{this is all fluff and reader is reffered to as y/n with gender neutral pronouns (they them) i like to include all audiences in my work, also posted on Wattpad under the username PoodlesinmyNoodles, let me know if i missed anything i should mention up here and please, Enjoy!}
y/n woke up from their peaceful sleep wearing their boyfriend, Michael’s, turtleneck sweater. It was oversized on the smaller person, their much taller boyfriend loved seeing them in his sweaters, whenever Michael saw y/n wearing one of his sweaters he would become extremely bashful and red in the face, y/n loved the sight of him all blushy.
As y/n started to wake up they noticed the gentle pitter-patter of the rain, they looked out the window to the right of the bed, on the other side of Michael, and saw the rain, it wasn't quite a gentle sprinkle, it was a bit rougher than a sprinkle, but not quite pouring rain. y/n yawned and stretched, being mindful of Michael’s sleeping form next to them. y/n lay there and admired how peaceful he looked while asleep, he looked so calm, his normally tensed-up features relaxed. y/n had a soft smile on their face and wondered if it would be worth it to risk waking up Michael just to get closer to his warmth. That's when y/n realized the chill in the air, their nose was colder than usual and they felt sleep trying to pull them back in, y/n decided to risk it and snuggled into their boyfriend’s side, their nose warming almost immediately. Michael shifted and turned over, facing y/n, and wrapped them in his warm arms, one thing that always differentiated Michael from his twin was how warm he was. His twin Lucifer, also known as Samael or Sammy, was normally on the colder side when it came to body temperature. The warmth provided by Michael fully pulled y/n back into the comforting peace of sleep.
y/n stirred and awoke due to the movement of their boyfriend next to them, they made a whiny noise before huffing and opening their eyes to see their boyfriend’s beautiful brown eyes sleepily gazing into their own (eye color) eyes, Michael smiled softly upon noticing y/n’s gaze and leaned in to give his partner a peck on the tip of their nose, y/n scrunched their nose up and closed their eyes, when Michael pulled away, y/n opened their eyes again and looked at Michael as he muttered a ‘mornin, love’ to y/n, they smiled and replied back “morning, how did you sleep?” after y/n snuggled their head under Michaels, digging their nose into their love’s neck and giving it a gentle peck there. It was silent for a moment before Michael replied to his love’s question, “I slept well, thank you. What about you?” y/n was quiet for a moment before replying, enjoying the peace, “that’s good, *YAWN* I always sleep well when I’ve got you to cuddle into.” they heard Michael let out a little chuckle at y/n’s wording and replied with “That’s sweet, I’m actually able to sleep peacefully next to you.” y/n moved his head away from underneath Michael’s and looked at his face, y/n always thought that Michael looked handsome, even if Michael thought he didn’t deserve all of this love he got, it still made him smile and feel wanted. After a few more moments of silence, y/n leaned in towards the right side of Michael’s face and kissed the rough patch of skin that is their boyfriend’s scar, which stemmed from the middle of his forehead down past the right side of his nose and ending in the middle of his right cheek, down closer to his lips, and just under his nose was where y/n kissed. When y/n pulled away and looked back at Michael, they noticed the small blush that flew over his cheeks.
After who knows how long the pair have been awake, just looking at eachother lovingly, sharing kisses, and talking very little in the peace of their room and in each other. That said peace was interrupted by none other than Lucifer, he barged into their room, Michael groaned at his brother's intrusion. “Wakey wakey you two, it’s almost noon,” Lucifer said, reaching to pull y/n out of bed. Michael reacted before anyone could realize and suddenly y/n was wrapped in a flurry of dark feathers, Michael’s wings had engulfed y/n to keep him from his brother’s grasp. y/n looked back to their boyfriend and the look in his eyes was dangerous and aimed at Lucifer, “Right, you know what, you guys can just stay in bed as long as you want!” and with that Lucifer swiftly left the room, leaving y/n and Michael back to the peaceful quietness of their shared bedroom. Michael calmed down but never retracted his wings, y/n was basking in the feather-light touches coming from his wings and enjoying the strangely comforting sensation, “I don’t want to get up, but you have to be hungry by now, especially if it's almost noon,” Michael said, starting to rise from his position on the bed, y/n stopped him from moving any further and said, “I can wait a little longer.” With that, Michael returned to lying down and continued to smother y/n with his feathers.
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ethanrs · 10 months
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Michael Stories
So I have 3 stories, 1 is finished, sorry for such a long wait for these new stories but I’ll be posting them tomorrow as it is 10:37 p.m. where I live as of writing this, I am hoping to have the other two finished before Wednesday next week, one if not both. And on my last post someone requested a wedding fic, and thats in progress as well so you’ll be seeing that shortly
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ethanrs · 1 month
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Michael x Reader Smut (18+, you've been warned)
First smut I ever made, sorry if it’s shit! Or cringe(it’s kinda rushed)
Soft Dom reader, reader got ‘male’ genitals, but could be read as a strap, it’s not specific. Hinted at that Michael is a virgin
And also i use ‘name’ instead y/n now! I dunno why I made the change I just did.
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[Name] gently pushed Michael down onto the bed, “Just go ahead and stop me if you get uncomfortable, okay?” [Name] ask as they gently rubbed Michael’s thighs, awaiting his response, Michael nodded “y-yeah, of course” Michael was fully nude and [Name] had only a shirt on, [Name] leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Michael’s lips that turned more needy by the second, tongues moving together as they kissed, [Name’s] hands on Michael’s waist now, thumbs rubbing into his soft skin. [Name’s] hands moved further downward from their placement on his hips as they continued to kiss, as [Name] barely touched Michael’s penis he gasped, unused to the sensation of being touched by another in such a way. [Name] let out a hum, enjoying Michael’s reactions to their simple touch, [Name’s] hand gently grasped and stroked Michael, their other hand reaching down lower, fingers pressing against Michael’s hole. The feeling had Michael letting out more sounds, he was enjoying the sensations that his lover was giving him as his hips grinded upwards, seeking more of the pleasant feeling.
[Name’s] hands pulled away from Michael, the one hand reaching to the bedside table and grabbing the lube, [Name] thoroughly coated their fingers with the liquid and returned their fingers to Michael’s hole and gently prodded until one finger entered. Michael let out the most heavenly gasp that [Name] has ever heard, Michael’s moans sounded sweet and melodic to [Name], their finger moved in and out gently, soon they added a second a second finger and scissored their fingers apart inside of Michael, who was letting out soft whines and whimpers. [Name] couldn’t help themself and leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon Michael’s lips. Once [Name] was satisfied with the kiss they moved on to place more gentle kisses along Michael’s jawline and neck, [Name] made an attempt to leave a few hickies behind in his wake, unsure if they would stay or not with Michael being an angel. [Name] hummed, “my sweet angel..” [Name] felt the need to say things like that towards Michael, it just felt right to say.
[Name] had added a third finger a while ago as their love writhed underneath them from their touches, [Name] removed their fingers and leaned in to give Michael another sweet kiss. Michael let out another whine but this time at the loss of [Name’s] fingers, [Name] reached for the lube again while he kissed Michael, covering their own length with the lube and slowly inching themselves inside of Michael. Michael let out a deep moan, hips bucking up at the stretch of [Name’s] length.
After only a few moments of letting Michael adjust, [Name] began to gently move their hips, thrusting in and out of Michael at a slow and steady pace. It was too slow for Michael, he craved for more of the feeling as his hips bucked, “please..” Michael panted out, not being specific in what he wanted, but [Name] had a feeling they knew what he wanted, “please what, love?” [Name] teased, knowing what Michael wanted but they needed to hear it from him. “Please, move faster” Michael whined out, his hips bucking upwards again as [Name] nodded and began to move his hips faster, not harder, there is a difference. Michael let out strings of moans and whines as [Name] thrusted into him at the faster pace, it took Michael a moment to regain himself and speak again, “[Name], harder” he groaned out, [Name’s] lips returned to nibbling and sucking at Michael’s neck, hopefully leaving marks as they moved their hips harder against Michael’s, happy to give their love what he wanted. Michael’s moans picked up more, gaining in pitch as his hands reached above his head and grasped onto the pillow cases, needing something to help keep himself grounded as [Name] continued to thrust and give Michael wave after wave of pleasure, [Name’s] hands kneaded at Michael’s sides, gently maneuvering the flesh under their fingers as [Name] continued to pleasure Michael, give him exactly what he wanted.
Moment’s passed by of gentle love-making, the sound of Michael’s moans egged [Name] on as the buildup of pleasure began to catch up to them, it didn’t take much longer for Michael to cum and experience his first orgasm. After the two of them got through their climaxes and calmed down, [Name’s] hands continued to massage Michael’s hips, squeezing gently as they calmed down. [Name] pulled out and Michael whined at the feeling, [Name] leaned forward and placed soft kisses along Michael’s collar bone, who hummed softly in response, enjoying the gentle kisses. Once [Name] was done kissing Michael’s body they moved and grabbed a discarded pair of underwear from off the floor and wiped away any mess as best they could, it was nice being able to take care of Michael in different ways. “[Name].. I love you..” Michael spoke softly, he sounded tired. [Name] smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you too..”
[Name] finished cleaning up the mess and covered themself and Michael with the blanket, getting comfortable and holding onto Michael.
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bubblyani · 2 years
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The Scar
(Michael Demiurgos x Reader)
A Michael Demiurgos One Shot
Summary: It’s 4 am, and a daring act causes you to confess something important to Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer’s twin brother. All because of that scar.
Genre: Fluff (its worth it, trust me)
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Author’s Note: @real-michael-demiurgos​​​ you genius! This post of yours somehow suddenly made me think of a scenario, which finally evolved into this fic of feels. Look what you made me do, Thank you! And Michael fans, hello again! And Enjoy y’all!
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Temporary. The highs, the peaks or the climaxes of almost anything in life is quite short-lived.
The same applies to the atmosphere in a night club. Crowds congregate, energy created, dollars spent and sparks caused between known folk or mere strangers. But come a certain time, it all slows down, alcohol wears down and exhaustion creeps in. And the lingering folk would find shelter in the available seats of sofas and bar stools in the premises.
That was LUX at around 4 am.
The floors may not have been dirty and sticky as the other clubs. Yet the atmosphere was quite similar to the rest. And there you were, sitting on the barstool you’ve made home for several hours, watching a certain Angel refill his lowball glass.
And no, it was not the infamous Angel who owned this establishment. But his twin, the one who owned a recently “gifted” scar.
The scar. A hint of sadness crept over you, which you shook away at an instant.
“I swear, my kidneys won’t last a WEEK if I keep up with you” You exclaimed. “So you always tell me” Michael grinned, proceeding to clink his 15th glass of vodka with your 3rd.
In hopes of being a hospitable human, and a supportive friend to Lucifer, you went out of your way to befriend his twin brother Michael a few months earlier. Despite the short period he intended to remain on earth, you vowed to show him the positivities of living amongst humanity and to prove how it changed Lucifer for the better. You hoped through this, he even consider being a better sibling to both Lucifer and Amenadiel, making amends for the damages caused by stealing Morningstar’s identity leading to sabotage.
In honesty, Lucifer found your faith in his brother quite futile, and he never failed to mention in to you every now and then.
“Darling, he’s the ‘pooper’ to my ‘party. The ‘kill’ to my ‘buzz’. I certainly don’t see what good will come of him being here” you remembered his distinctive response from one time.
Amenadiel as expected, admired your generosity. “I know you’re not that religious, but I hope you know my father would be proud to see humans such as yourself here on earth” his soothing timbre was just as comforting as his pat on your back. Yet, it did not stop him from warning you about his brother’s deceitful nature.
Michael on the other hand, found your attempt of bonding quite uninteresting at first. Similar to a teenager reacting to their parent’s futile attempts of humor. However, once drinks came into add flavor to the conversation, a friendship was formed. Your attempts were strengthened when he found some interest in your line of work. Thus, enabling you both to work together. Only after you succeeded in convincing your boss in the Law Firm.
“A Consultant? Ah just like his brother, Lucifer” “Well, a Special Legal Consultant, Joseph” you remembered correcting your boss as you introduced Michael to him. The older man was impressed to your relief. 
“Wow! This is a treat. Justice certainly runs in the family, isn’t that right, Mr. Morningstar?” “Demiurgos, actually. Not Morningstar” Michael corrected whilst clearing his throat. “Oh, I’m sorry” leaning to you, “is that a pseudonym?” Joe inquired in a whisper. To which you just shrugged, “Not sure. Maybe it’s cause he’s not a fan of nepotism? You know with Lucifer at LAPD-” “Ah! Of course” clapping his hands out loud, Joseph extended his wrinkled hand, “I admire your principles… Mr.Demiurgos” he stressed, shaking his hand. The pleased and acknowledged look Michael wore was unforgettable in your memory.
Flash forward to the present, he still wore the same expression. And you could not be more proud of him. With the insecurities he braved enough share with you over alcohol, it was a development to find him more confident and in his element and providing service to humanity.
Even if that meant protecting justice via conquering mountains of paper work.
A song of a slow yet moderate rhythm began to play, And in contrast, Maze surprised you both by slapping her hands on both pairs of shoulders.
“Hmmm…Weird” she said.
“Guilty!” To which you and Michael both replied in sync, leading to chuckles. Maze however, was not amused. “I mean, Weird to see YOU here so late” the demon stressed, squeezing between both stools, “What about the ‘oh, no no. I’m too old. I have work tomorrow’ excuse, Miss Associate Attorney?” “First of all, great impression of me” you replied, “But tonight, WE are celebrating…” “…on closing the case”  to which Michael finished with pride. Maze’s eyes widened: “ You mean, THAT case?” She inquired, receiving both your nods of agreement.
A certain domestic abuse case caught your attention a few weeks back through a social worker contact. While trying to raise her son, a mother struggled with survival trying to save her job and not get permanent bedridden by the violent harassment of her estranged husband. It surprised you how Michael and even Maze grew quite sensitive to this case, thus enabling them to use all of their energy to help to make a legal case.
“Thanks to you, Maze, we found that S.O.B of a husband” Michael began, raising his glass to her. Now it was your turn to widen your eyes: “Did…Michael just use the word S.O.B?” Maze cackled, “Looks like the nerd is learning” Offended, Michael’s eyebrows lifted, “Nerd? Excuse me?” “Oh, Come on! Mr.I-love-Paperwork? Like that’s any cooler ” “I think we found your new Pseudonym, Michael” you laughed, watching him shake his head at you very amused, “And tomorrow, thanks to the BOTH of you” you added, pointing at them, “I… can actually take a Bray off-I mean… a Day off. Hah!” You could not help but laugh at your slurring, “Whoo! Someone’s tipsy” you said, trilling your lips as you pushed your drink away.
Agreed. As careful as you were to slow down your intake throughout the whole night, you finally were feeling the effects. Being more light footed than usual, for example. Those first steps of intoxicated whimsy.
“Alright!” Maze volunteered, finishing the rest of your drink, “Lemme know if you need a ride home, Missy” she said to you before looking glancing upon Michael, “See you, Weirdo”
Scoffing, the angel watched her return to a group of eager women in the corner sofa. “First nerd, now Weirdo?” Michael inquired, very much confused. “Well, isn’t it obvious?” You both jumped upon hearing Maze’s response from afar, “Scar-face!” She added with tease. The Scar. A sense of sadness came over you. Especially when you noticed Michael hunching all the sudden.
He sighed, “Once a torturer, always a torturer” he muttered to himself, resting his weaker right arm on the table, looking at his glass. It was evident he caught his own reflection in the glass, especially the reflection of that mark on his face.
“Awww, don’t mind her” you said, turning to him fully, “She’s a big softie but doesn’t even know it” you added, in attempt to change the subject. He chuckled: “Unbiased” he looked at you, “You’ve not changed a bit, Thank you” warmth carried in his tone. For he meant it.
Nodding to each other, you both fell into silence staring into their glasses. Just then, you realized.
“Michael…” you turned in your stool towards him once again, “I hope you know, I wouldn’t have been able to go through so many cases in such a short time if it wasn’t for you, Thank you”
Which made him stare at you with surprise,
“Why are saying all this all the sudden?” He inquired.
“Well, I just realized you’re going away soon” Jaw dropped, it seemed Michael also just realized it, “Of course” he scoffed, “How could I forget?” Smiling which seemed not as enthusiastic.
“I just hope you know that, you helped a lot of people while you were here. You did good. And… I’m proud of you”
Heaviness existed in your heart all the sudden uttering those words. The realization that one day, he will offer you one last look, wish you well and fly out of your life, possibly forever. You will definitely miss him. More than you could imagine. Sitting straight up once again, Michael flashed a soft smile: “Well, You’re very welcome” Your heart felt a slight warmth. For it was a smile that suited him. A smile he did not have months before. A smile that softened the hardness brought on by his scar.
“Your Scar!” Those words left your mouth so quick, Michael almost spat his drink, “…do-does it still hurt?”
And there it was, that hunched posture of his had returned. Your heart grew heavier. It could have not been helped. Ever since you met him, you swore yourself you would not dare engage in that topic with him. Yet, tonight.
A slower song began to play in the club. Averting his eyes for a few seconds, Michael looked at you only to scoff: “Please!” He began, looking back at his glass, “You make it sound like it hurt in the first place” And there he was, in denial. “Ugh!” You rolled your eyes, “Pride doesn’t look good on you” “Oh yeah? Wait-What are you-” Nothing could prevent you from sliding off your bar stool. And certainly no force could have prevented you from cupping his face. Just so you could take a proper look at it.
“Whoa!” You breathed, “That demon blade is no joke, huh?” You inquired, your fingers running through his dark, messy hair just to push it back. Michael cleared his throat: “It’s fine I-” “No, it’s not” Your insistence doused with hurt, was stressed as you looked at him straight. Taking a deep breath, you went: “Deserved or not, it definitely must have hurt. And that’s important to acknowledge that”
How could you not have talked to him about this before? If you did not, who would have?
The mere thought could tempt you towards tears. A side of you felt liberated. As if you could feel sorry for him without any bounds. Syncopated with the rhythm of the song in the background, your fingers longed to trace the scar. From his forehead, over his nose and towards his right cheek. You longed to be gentle. To be inquisitive. Your fingers, that were. Posing the important queries: Did anyone ever care about this? Did anyone really not ask him? Before your heart could feel heavier, you craved to permit your lips make contact with the broken skin instead. Posing different queries: Did it take long to heal? Did not a single soul bother to tend to this wound when it was still fresh? No one around to provide him the comfort he needed when he screamed? You longed to press your lips on it, making a silent prayer for him.
“Whoa! What’s this?” Maze’s inquisitive words caused you to blink. You gasped.
For there you were, cupping Michael’s face, not only to imagine tending to his scar. But to have done it in real time. Your longings were not longings at all, but real actions. It was evident by the surprised expression in his face. Along with Maze, and most folk lingering close by.
Cheeks heating up, your airways began to feel clogged up. “I-um-” hands leaving his face in flash, you looked down, “excuse me-” With your heart beating in high speed, all you knew was that you longed for some air. Before you suffocated to death.
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“Linda! I know you’re sleeping right now. Unless you’re feeding Charlie or something but-whatever! I'm sending this cause… I need to talk to you later. I uh-I think I did something kinda crazy. It’s…it’s about Michael, actually. Just-call me when you see this in the morning”
Pressing the SEND button on your phone, you looked up. Deep breaths were all you could take as you stood outside. Your exhales appeared in the form of white fog in the narrow and dark alleyway just few blocks away from LUX. With very little people outside at the time, you had space to recollect and realize what on earth you just did.
You only hugged Michael once in all the 3, 4 months you knew him. And even then you were aware he was not the biggest fan of it. Yet, then again it was quite early on. You had promised yourself if you were ever to hug him again, it only would be when he eventually leaves earth. Or when he felt ready to indulge in it.
But what could have possibly driven you to go this far?
All the sudden, you were very much aware of the chill in the air tonight. Shivering, you held onto your forearms to rub them. With eyes closed, you leaned against the cool, brick wall. The mere thought of touching his face brought you goosebumps. Not to mention planting your lips on his face. Pressing your lips together, you attempted to recall the feeling of his skin. Hypnotic was all you could remember. The manner in which he let out a soft gasp then at that moment, forced a heavy sigh out of you. Did you by chance ruin everything? Did you embarrass him with vulnerability? Will he never show his face to you again? Will you never hear his voice?
“THERE you are!”
You jumped, upon hearing Michael’s voice just then. Opening your eyes, there he stood before you with a look of pure, innocent relief. As if he had found something he had lost in desperation, “What are you doing HERE?” He inquired.
“I-uh” with a nervous chuckle, you shrugged, “Just needed some air-Wait!” You paused, “Were you…looking for…me?”
Michael threw you a look, as if you had lost your mind, “Of course I was” he cried out, “You left so quickly I had no idea where you’d gone”
And that was when a query in you, was answered involuntarily. All the while you watched this Arch Angel go out of his way to explain his desperate search for you: 

“I was looking for you everywhere. In the toilets, the office rooms. Hell! Even at Lucifer’s Penthouse, and you KNOW how I am not invited there anymore. But thankfully he wasn’t there…”
Warmth trickled down your heart and soul when all your inner queries received answers. Answers that had been living in you, dormant for some time. And you knew you did not need to wait for Linda’s opinion anymore.
“And finally! I came out to look. And who knew there was an alleyway or whatever you call them-” “Michael…” His name was soft on your lips, silencing him in an instant.
Even more so when you were brave enough to take a step towards him.
And cup his face once more. His tone matched up to yours when he uttered your name in return. Except with confusion. Gulping deep, you let out a shaky breath:
“I think…” you shook your head, “not think-I KNOW…” nodding with certainty, your eyes searched for his, taking another deep breath: “…that I have feelings…for you…”
Those beautiful orbs of his, they widened. With liberation taking over your system, you gazed at them deeper. Lips parting, Michael’s confused, tense face began to loosen at last: “So…what happened at LUX a few minutes ago-”
“Impulse move” A sad smile formed on your face, “An impulse move, planned for a long time” you scoffed, “A part of me didn’t wanna admit it. More times, actually. I told myself I was being delusional. But with every case we did, I realized time is short for a human like me. And I-” you paused, “I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting it” your left thumb touched his scar, “I care about you, Michael. Very much” you said, when the thumb began to trace down the healed skin, causing his eyes to flutter, “I don’t care if I was the first or the millionth one to say that to you, I don’t” you breathed with affection, listening to his shivers, “I care for you regardless” the more you spoke, the braver you began to feel. And his look of genuine surprise was the cherry on top, “I care enough to love you like any lover would do and more, Or…” gulping, you wore a sad smile, “I care for you enough to just stay friends, if that is what you choose” Tears were a certainty in a few seconds when the worst scenario came to mind, “And care enough to leave you alone forever, if I had ruined this for the both of u-”
Until all the sudden, your tears were on hold. 
When Michael hushed your lips, with his very own.
Waves of shock traveled through you, for the mere thought of his lips touching yours was nothing but a fantasy. Pulling away, you looked at him with wide eyes: “What-” you mumbled, “…that was?-”
“An impulse move” he breathed, his nose brushing against yours before his softened eyes locked in with yours: “… planned for a long time”
Complete disbelief took control of you for a mere few seconds, until happiness, until euphoria poked its head in. Until it entered and convinced you, this was the first ever time you felt this amount of joy. And set your heart to dance to the fastest, grooviest song ever. That acknowledgement, his acknowledgment rang in your ears longer than it should.
“Well…” you whispered, hands still holding his face, “do you wanna make that move again?”
“YES-” Michael’s enthusiastic response was the fuel to the little spark he caused in you, creating an absolute fire when both lips reunited in a fully fledged kiss.
Passionate, lips fed each other as if the kiss was a fine meal after being starved for days. As if the kiss was water after thirsting in a scorching desert. All for an Angel who was never given the love he once deserved, and a woman who badly longed to provide him that said-love. Except both never dared to admit it all.
Until now. Hidden desires had seen the light.
Despite your greed to linger in his lips forever, you yet managed to pull away, only to place a trail of hungry kisses over his scar. From the top that rested on his forehead, through his nose and ending with his right cheek, each kiss was long and warm and assuring. Moans left your lips when you sensed Michael’s hungry mouth began to feast on your jawline and neck til then. Deprivation of love, or the self denial of it leads to great frustration. And this was the result.
“Oh, Michael-” you cried, before attacking his lips once again. Kissing back, the angel held you tighter. Even his right arm seemed to have forgotten its ailment. This time, his tongue made it’s eager debut. But so did yours. Enveloping tightly, they deepened their kiss, causing the two to lean against the brick wall for support. For you felt weightless, with endless flight of butterflies going mad in your stomach. So mad, the heat, the fire had traveled down to the region between your thighs. You wondered if it was the mere celestial effect, or the intensity of your attraction with Michael that led you to this level of arousal. You were certain fire would literally engulf you, if it was not for the loud taxi passing by, causing you both to pull away in shock.
“If-” Michael panted, “if this is you…asking me to stay back a little longer-” “I am” you answered breathless, “But, only if you want to-” “I want to…”
His quick response, that enthusiasm, seemed more precious to you than all the money in the world at that very moment. The morning chill had no effect on you, all the sudden. Running your fingers over his scar once again, you took a deep breath:
“When I said I have feelings for you-ah!…” you gasped when his lips kissed your hand, “…it’s…it’s not only for one side of you, it’s not only for your good, your virtues. It’s also for the bad, your sins, intentional or accidental” you whispered gazing into his eyes. Breath shaking with emotion, his lips formed into a soft smile:
“You mean it?” He inquired.
Smiling in return, you kissed the tip of his nose, “Every… single… corner of yourself…” you confirmed, pressing his hand over your chest, “…they have my heart .Y-YOU have my hear-”
Passion had zero patience when Michael’s lips crashed into yours once again.
“Do you-” he breathed into your lips, “ …wanna go back inside?” He inquired, motioning towards LUX. You shook your head.
“No, I wanna go home” you answered, tugging at his turtleneck collar while biting your lower lip, “But only if you come with me…”
Sheer longing, and sheer lust was evident in your tone, and also in your eyes. Not to mention every cell in your entire body. You needed him tonight, in more ways than one. And like a sponge, Michael absorbed it all, sharing your sentiments exactly when his eager lips swooped in to agree, while his wings flapped open to fly with purpose.
And he had his scar to thank.
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bubblyani · 3 years
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Finally gave in, and decided to write a Michael Demiurgos x Reader fic. If any of you lovelies are interested in being tagged, do let me know down below. -My Lucifer Masterlist-
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