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Possessive Lucifer {2}

Chapter Summary; Lucifer makes do with his promise. One thing leads to another, and you’re stuck in an alcove with a jealous Lucifer and his new promise. He’s going to ruin you.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 2/2

Word; 6.000

Warnings; character death, smut (please no minors only 18+), dirty talk, possessive Lucifer, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex (remember to be safe), rough sex, semi-public sex

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: Tihi, who asked for possessive and hot sex with the devil in a closet?

MAIN MASTERLIST

The night was long. Fancy champagne, fancy dresses and fancy people. The small talk, the fake smiles and laughs. It was dreadful, but if you thought finding an opportunity to get the monster of the night alone couldn't come sooner, Dean was getting desperate.

You don't know how often you'd found him pleadingly looking in your direction during the night, silently asking for you to save him from another conversation he didn't want to engage in from the beginning. Although you aided him when you could, it was impossible to do it all the time, concerning you needed to entertain your own occasional company.

Thankfully, the initial mingle session seemed to be over soon as people gradually moved towards the stage where the orchestra had been playing until now. Albeit following the group gathering there, you searched for Sam or Dean.

Spotting a tall brunette glancing around the room -off to the side but without a doubt having followed the crowd assembling by the stage- you headed towards the person you recognised all too well.

Not until the people not far from him started to part as you excused yourself did Sam finally see you. He caught your gaze and nodded in a silent greeting before you were close enough to join him.

"Finally, a familiar face", he said on an exhale once you joined his side. You noted how his shoulders dropped in relief, and concerning you barely had been able to have a word with him since you entered the venue, you believed him.

"Though happy to finally see you, I can't say the same here. I've acted as Dean's saving grace a few times", you replied, eyes scanning the crowd for the older Winchester.

"He probably needed it more. It looked like he would rather go back to purgatory than stay here a minute longer". You chuckled at his comment, somehow feeling it was partly true.

"So, how should we tackle this then?" You lowered your voice and took a step closer to the brunette to not attract the attention of the people around you, motioning with a nod to the man you were here for as he entered the stage.

"After the speech, the party will open up, much like before", Sam began as the man of the evening tapped the microphone, earning most of the audience's attention. Causing the taller man to bend down slightly and lower his voice even further. "Mr Chan will rejoin the party after a change of outfit, a more fitting one for the later evening".

You threw him a glance, the edge of your mouth ticking upwards. "Look at you, could almost think you're a shapeshifter from how you blend in with these folks". Sam, however, only shook his head at your comment, a low laugh escaping beneath his breath.

"Only doing my best to get as much information as possible because how much it ever looks like it, I more than a little anxious to get out of here".

"Good that I'm not the only one". You looked to your right, finding Dean having appeared out of nowhere.

"Nice of you to join us", Sam greeted his brother, earning a look from the older hunter.

"Have tried for the past five minutes to find you", he said without any humour in his voice. It was only then you noticed how Dean still had his shoulders rolled back, perfecting his posture even further by having his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "My next goal is to leave this place", he muttered.

"We'll... see if we can meet up with the man of honour after his speech". Sam chose his words carefully as he informed his brother, whose gaze was fixed straight ahead.

"Good enough, you'll go with Sam".

"No way, ain't letting you roam around on your own when you barely can hold a conversation", you argued.

"She has a point, Dean. We'll take those two corridors that wrap around, and they aren't deserted until further into the house". The younger Winchester gestured discreetly to the openings on the left respectively right side in your line of vision.

"Fine".

"Go with Sam. He can do the talking". You tilted your head towards the tall man to your left.

"You can't go on your own". You were met by Dean's furrowed brows as he turned to face you.

"I'll be fine. We'll meet up before we face our main man anyways". You looked to Sam, who nodded in agreement before looking forwards.

If he would've liked to argue, the older Winchester was cut off as Mr Chan finally greeted his guests.

***

A clicking sound echoes in the empty hall as you walk away from the crowd.

After everyone applauded, you and the boys gave a final nod to each other and split up as the crowd dispersed. It would’ve felt disrespectful to not listen to the speech, only counting down until it would end if you’d been any other person tonight. But the truth was, you really hadn’t cared about what the man said, so neither could you recall anything. But if you had to guess, it would be similar to everyone's thank-you speech. Grateful for you, they and us, excited to continue towards further greatness.

Your feet were aching as you neared the end of the corridor, or so they’d done from the night's second half and onwards. Blisters were forming where the stiff material of your heels rubbed against your skin, and you couldn’t wait until you could take them off.

"Whoa there!" You were startled at the voice, even more so by the hands suddenly gripping your upper arms. Then, snapping to look upwards, you found a pair of brown eyes looking down at you, surprise pinning a dark-haired man's eyebrows high on his forehead.

"Sorry", you mumbled, offering the man you accidentally ran into when cutting the corner an apology as you stepped out of his hold.

"No worries", he smiled, and you offered one back, about to step around him when he moved to the side, halting your action. "Can I offer the lady company back to the party?"

"I have to decline. I'm on the way to powder my nose, but thank you", you smile, hoping your quick fabricated lie passed as more than the commonly worst quick-escape excuse.

"Yes, of course", he dipped his head when a chuckle left him. "Makes sense since you're heading the opposite way". His dark eyes found yours again as he lifts his gaze.

"Yeah, but have a good evening, enjoy the party", you smile, about to move, but yet again, he blocks your path by following your step to the side.

"I would much rather enjoy something else".

"What?" Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden comment.

"You're a real beauty, you know". The brunette steps closer, eyes adverting from yours. As the brown-eyed man rakes his gaze over your body, you can practically feel the trail they leave behind. When they finally settled on yours again, it felt like his eyes had turned even darker. "And I would much rather enjoy something like you than those dummies in there". His smile is ominous as he jerks his head towards the room you just left, and your nose scrunch in disgust.

"Absolutely not". You take a step away, looking over your shoulder, but the main room isn't in sight. You’d somehow forgotten you just turned the corner.

Rather than thinking your averted attention was because you tried working out whether or not it was possible to make a hasty retreat from a situation steadily making you more uncomfortable, the man must've thought you looked for someone.

"Why? Are you here with someone tonight?" You whipped around to face the dark-haired man once more when his voice suddenly sounded closer.

"I-", you began but cut yourself off when he grabbed your upper arm. "Let go of me!"

"Not until I get an answer". The man's voice was calm, but at the same time, there was a dangerous edge to it.

"How about just fucking no", you gritted out, clenching your fist, ready to send it straight into his jaw. But you didn’t get the opportunity.

His hand had slipped downwards, circling your elbow to tug you close with surprising strength.

Shock forces you to concentrate on not losing your balance rather than breaking free. As you look up -coming too close for comfort to his face- you're greeted with a sneering smile. It sends a shrill down your spine, driving you to jerk back, attempting to distance yourself from the man, but he only digs his finger further into your arm.

"Come on now, pretty one, don't be so difficult-". The man's sentence is abruptly stopped as his mouth remains open, face falling.

Something disappears from his features, then his eyes. You stumble backwards when his hold slackens, hand shooting to rub away the sting in your elbow.

And it's then when your eyes follow his arm falling to his side, you find the bloody fist sticking out of his chest.

You choke on your breath, witnessing the owner pulling their hand back, causing the body to slump to the side. And as the dark-haired man falls to the floor, your eyes instantly flicker to the person behind him.

Whatever part of your hindbrain still in fight or flight had imagined a monster awaiting you, but any kind of adrenaline-induced fear evaporated when you were met by Lucifer.

The devil was looking at his red fist, almost in disgust, as he twisted his hand and flicked it to get the excess blood from it, a few droplets joining the slowly widening red circle on the floor.

"Lucifer!" You hissed, reality finally catching up with you when your eyes remained on the man sprawled on the ground. "You can't just-". Before you finish the sentence, you're cut off as your gaze is pulled up by a hand gripping your chin. The last thing you see before your eyes meet the devil is him stepping over the body and the pool of blood.

"Yes, I can", he spoke slowly, leaning in closer when he resumed. "I said I wasn't scared of killing for you".

Your heart warmed, almost an uncomfortable amount, at what the devil suggested and proved. With the feeling came a pang of guilt urging you to push down the reaction you'd had to his words. "But-"

"But what?" There's a bite in his voice, a dark flame igniting in his now red eyes. "What he would’ve done to you?” He snarls, voice raising. “I can tell you he would’ve forced himself on you, probably used you without you able to do anything". You feel a twitch in his fingers before he moves to hold the side of your neck, his thumb lodging in the hinge of your jaw as his other digits curl beneath your ear.

"If you insist on asking, then please, answer my questions: If I would've played by your human norms, what would he have done? If I had not cared about coming when I felt you... what would have happened then?" You made no further attempt at finishing your earlier sentence when he continued in a similar resentful manner.

The archangel staring down at you was correct, even if you hadn't -or been unable to during the moment- realised any of the points he made was true. You had felt unsafe, unconsciously knowing the situation hadn't looked all too favourable. Despite being a hunter, to fight off a six-foot-plus man without anything but your fists isn't easy. And if anything, Lucifer would've been the first to know how you felt about such a situation, and it was for the same reason he must've come.

"That's what I thought". At Lucifer's voice, you return to the present, eyes flickering between the angel's red ones.

"Still, you can't kill someone innocent". You don't know why you pleaded the man's case. You would've liked nothing more than to knock him unconscious. But dead? And for your sake? No matter how the man behaved, it didn't feel right.

However, Lucifer didn't budge on the matter. As a matter of fact, he froze, not uttering a word.

His thumb that had been nudging the hinge of your jaw pressed into that hollow between neck and throat. Without a doubt sensing your pulse jump just beneath your skin.

And then, Lucifer pressed his lips to yours. But it wasn’t gentle. Instead, it's heated, possessive, his tongue moving past your lips to swipe back and forth.

The force almost rocks you off your feet, and the devil notices as his hands slide down to your throat and he pushes you backwards.

You stumble, mind reeling when his body steps into yours, not as much for support as for simply forcing you backwards faster. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're dumbstruck, panting against his lips as you watch him with wide eyes.

"If I would've been able to read his thoughts, I know very well he wouldn't have been innocent", he growls as you can't do anything but follow his lead, legs still shaky and mind not grasping the situation yet. Nevertheless, you have enough brain capacity to glance at the dead man on the floor.

"The body Lucifer, we can't just-". A snap of his fingers was all it took for the body to turn into dust. Then Lucifer's hand slid up until his thumb pushed against the underside of your chin, angling your face upward and forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I am here". The authority in the devil's voice would’ve made your eyes stick to him no matter if you could’ve escaped his hold on you. That's why you barely noticed how his arm stretched around you, at least not until you heard a doorknob turn and your surroundings changed.

You entered something akin to a small scrub. At the edge of your vision, you notice how shelves line the walls, a cluttered mess of different cleaning supplies stacked on top.

Just as you wondered how deep it was, you caught something sounding close to a lock clicking in place, and for a second, it became dark. Then, a yellow light flickered to life above your head, showing you how Lucifer closed the space between the two of you.

He pressed close to you, welding you against something at your back, causing a hard surface to dig into your lower ass. Lucifer’s bloodied hand perches on a shelf above your head while he practically leans over you, caging you against whatever you'd backed into.

You feel small as he towers over you. The wings obscuring the rest of the room behind Lucifer don't help to ease the sensation. Something in your body squirms, and you nearly want to sink further away to escape his heavy red gaze.

"Lucifer". His name was a shaky whisper, spoken unsteadily because you still feel what you now have coined as boiling rage through the bond. Even so, he put his finger against your lips, pursing his so a silencing sound escapes them before he speaks.

"I'm gonna fucking rail you until that man is the last thing on your mind, little one", he speaks lowly as his finger slips down to play with your lower lip, his gaze falling to watch the action before he shocks you by leaning down for a kiss.

He slots his mouth over yours, tongue not waiting nor begging for entrance before it slides against yours, urging you to move against him as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. And you do, a warm sensation flushing through your body as his lips passionately slip over yours. Soothing his nerves as something else enters not only the air but your bond.

It's swift, like a switch flipping, the sensation changing enough for you to feel it immediately.

Although there's no need to dissect it, the devil makes clear what it is as he makes your breath catch when one of his palms settles on your thigh, parting the slit and exposing your skin even further as his hand slides upwards.

The green fabric cascading down your lower body collects at his wrist. But Lucifer doesn't stop with a cradle of your thigh. Instead, he continues upwards until his fingers reach your clothed pussy, where he wastes no time waiting to play with you through the thin material of your panties.

You keen into the kiss, shock and a tremble forcing the sound out of you, but it's simply swallowed and muffled by the devil's passionate lips moving against yours.

"Did he hurt you?" Lucifer husks when he breaks the kiss but doesn't stay far away as he noses down your neck, getting a mumbled 'no' before he continues. "Did he leave a mark on you?"

Eyes still closed, you tilt your head backwards, giving him more space to work with. "No". The man's grip may have been firm, but it wouldn't bruise.

"Good", he reaches a familiar spot on your chest, the same one he'd paid particular attention to before you left for the hunt. "Because only I can do that", Lucifer mumbles against you before pressing a kiss over the material where the already formed hickey was hidden.

"What about all the monsters then?" You gasp when Lucifer suddenly press his finger against your clit.

"Those you kill". You feel the devil's teasing kisses along your throat, senses still cranked to a thousand since earlier. That's why electricity shoots through you when Lucifer reaches your mouth and nibbles at your lower lip. "I take care of the humans". He grins against you before he leans away.

"That's reassuring to hear". You attempt for the breathed reply to sound anything but just that, but any form of verbal response is getting more challenging to conjure.

"Those ideals of yours are too bothersome. Someone must have some sense", the devil mused before cocking his head. "And you should know you're my favourite plaything anyways, so you don't need to worry".

The bastard smirks down at you. You can feel it but not see it clearly. You see his outline, how it's blue and not red staring down at you, but still hazy like you'd gotten something in your eye and no matter how much you blink, it doesn't clear. And somewhere along the way, your eyelids get stuck halfway as you attempt to hold what you assumed was Lucifer's gaze as he so effortlessly circles your clit.

You barely believe it wasn’t his grace when he’d been able to speak without the slightest hitch. But you notice his forearm shifting when your head falls forwards to rest against his chest, hands leaving the table top you'd clutched behind you to fist his clothes.

A high-pitched whimper stems from your vocal cords as he speeds up, and not long after, you sense Lucifer beside your head, his voice following suit.

"Better keep it low, little one, or else someone might hear", he husks in your ear, though you barely notice how the archangel isn't as unaffected as you thought when you burrow your head further into his chest, biting your lip as you squirm against him upon his warning. You don't even notice how your thighs clenched around his hand, attempting to further relieve the building ache in-between your legs. But, the devil does. "Or maybe that's what you want? You want to let everyone hear you, hear who makes you feel like this. Is that it, hm? You want to let them know you're mine?"

That's what sends you over the edge.

Your body convulses against Lucifer's, kept up solely by his body pinning you in place and the hand cupping your heat, prolonging your pleasure as good as possible with flicks to your clit.

In an attempt to silence yourself, you bite your tongue, the edge of your teeth digging into the soft flesh, yet it does little to quiet down your heavy panting. Hopefully a little muted by the fabric you're pressing your face against.

The sharp edge of blissfulness fades when Lucifer pulls his hand out from your dress and clutches your waist possessively. However, your eyes flutter when you feel his touch leave you, and your head hangs in the air rather than resting against his chest.

"No", tumbles from your lips as you reach for Lucifer's neck, pulling him into a kiss when he's about to back away. Even though the devil ungracefully clashes against you -teeth knocking against yours as he rattles the things upon the shelves above you when his hand slams into it once more as he hadn't anticipated your action- he quickly falls into the hungry way you press your lips against his. "I need you", you mumble between kisses.

"Thought you had an important hunt?"

Your hands fall to his belt buckle, undoing it and the button of his jeans. "Make it quick then". The devil groans against your lips, likely not expecting you to insist on one risking one of the Winchesters coming to look for you and finding you like this, but he didn't waste a second.

His hand replaces yours after you pull down his zipper, dragging his pants and boxers down far enough to pull himself free.

The confinements of his pants must've been uncomfortable, concerning he's already hard, tip an angry red colour as he swipes his thumb over it, spreading the spend beading there. When he grips his length and fists himself, a fuck is mumbled beneath your breath, a chuckle escaping Lucifer as he watches how intensely you follow his movements.

Not before long, you reach for him, your fingers replacing his, and a repressed groan leaves Lucifer upon your touch. But he wasn't still for long before grabbing the material of your dress, rucking it upwards and to the side until it pools around your right hip. He steps closer, placing himself between your legs to keep the material to the side.

"So ready for me". Lucifer seeks out your pussy again, your juices soaking through your panties, coating the upper part of your thigh and now getting smeared against his knuckles.

"Yes", you stutter out, hand stilling around his length as it gets difficult concentrating on more than him petting you through the lace covering your still sensitive heat.

"You almost sound needy".

"And you're close to getting smacked if you wait any longer, either by me, Sam or Dean", you groan back.

"So violent", Lucifer reply with a tug of his lips. Nonetheless, he tugs your panties to the side and shifts closer.

The head of his cock bumps against you, and you feel him twitch in your palm while a shudder journeys through your body. You direct him towards your weeping entrance, the head of his cock notching against your entry.

A gasp leaves you as he slides into you with repeated rolls of his hips until he's seethed deep within you. Your head tips back, and your fingers knot in his jacket. He stays still, letting you adjust briefly before he begins pumping in and out.

Your breath stutters, and a fog rapidly wraps around your brain, like something addictive drugging you, causing all the tension in your body to melt away. The fingers intertwined in Lucifer's clothes skates upwards, and so does the hand you'd rested against his side, up and up until they circle beneath his arms and grabs his shoulders for support.

He presses closer to you, his clothes rubbing against yours. The duller coloured fabrics encasing him crinkle the vibrant ones wrapped around you. Even so, Lucifer's naked hips are pressed close to yours, kissing your thighs and mound each time he buries himself as deep as possible.

The earlier relief in your body moves through your muscles like vines, sucking out strength only to hoard it in your core. A vibrating, almost tickling sensation builds in your gut, blossoming into something sweet yet dry on your tongue.

Your head drops, and you burrow it against his neck, littering it in kisses and bites to silence yourself. However, it has the opposite effect when you reach the sensitive spot beneath the archangel's ear, and he reacts by rutting harshly into you.

"Fuck, Lucifer, please". The words slip from your mouth and curl along the shell of his ear. His motion falters, but he grinds his pelvic bone against your clit.

"Already begging?" The words were heaved from deep within his lungs, a growl initiating his following sentence. "Forgot that this is your dirty dream".

"Rather, yours!" You press your face further into his skin as a particularly rough thrust makes you moan the last word loud enough that if anyone walked past the scrub, they definitely would've heard.

"Don't think they heard you yet. Give the people another, would you?" He groans lowly, his fingers wrapping around your neck to bring you from your hiding and force you to stare into his eyes instead.

"Fuck off", you spit. But the venom in your voice melts away in an instant as Lucifer punishes you by pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you. Causing your eyes to slip close and your jaw to slacken. Still, you managed to silence yourself by letting out a choked sound rather than a loud moan.

"Don't get cocky now, not when you're the only one caring if I undo the lock behind us". The devil said against your lips, watching how they parted further, yet he didn't lean in to grant you the kiss he knew you wanted, enjoying your struggle to be silent. And when he didn't, Lucifer noticed the creases between your brows deepening, your tongue pushing into your inner cheek as if to divide your attention from your pleasure. The one he didn't even need to feel through your bond to know it thrummed through your body.

You felt the devil smirk by the little twitch of his lips, and you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. Although, rather than succeeding with quelling his satisfaction, you probably only granted him a further one when your hand snapped to your mouth, teeth digging into the meet at the base of your thumb to silence yourself when Lucifer picks up the pace.

His hands move to clutch your waist, and your dress slips down a little, rubbing in between your and Lucifer's naked skin. The tabletop behind you moves, thudding slightly against the wall with his new pace.

You keen when the archangel presses close to you, grinding his hips rather than pulling in and out after almost slipping out from how soppingly wet you'd become. He's so deep, hitting something inside you that causes your toes to curl uncomfortably in your heels and your thighs press against his hips.

"I can feel that you're close". Lucifer's words are breathed into your ear as his head drops, locks of his hair curling against his forehead. "Let them fucking hear you". His hand grips your wrist and rips it away from your mouth, naturally letting it fall together with his until it hits the edge of the countertop. Your fingers curl along the metal edge. The devil's into your skin.

Despite your attempt at softening your moans, the feeling of climbing a mountain peak with quivering legs and bathed breath beyond the top has you unable to control the sounds you let out. Your pants turn into whines until they reach the deepest part of your lungs and emptiest them by moulding air into a groan.

You topple over the edge when Lucifer makes the tiniest readjustment of his hips, one you don't even know how to describe, but he hits that spot that makes you instinctually cling to him as your head snaps backwards.

Your legs shake, and a high-pitched, wavering whine is squeezed from between your lips.

It's like something sourly-sweet curls in the lower part of your stomach, your muscles spasming as your body does nothing but soak in it. And it doesn't take long before the devil joins you from how you squeeze him, stilling and twitching in the way that makes you consciously clench around him one last time before you lean more of your weight against the table behind you.

Your head lolls forward, and you find Lucifer's neck. You breathe in his musky scent, feeling a softness entering your bones, accompanied by his body's comforting chill.

His breaths fan your hair away from your neck. Each exhale is a hot sweep against your sticky skin. You feel him shuffling, and a noise leaves you when he slides out of you to tuck himself into his boxers. Yet, when Lucifer's palm settles against your cheek and makes you look at him when he stands tall again, you forget the empty feeling when a shudder rushes down your neck and through your body.

His eyes are half-lidded, those blues gazing at you almost lazily. Then, with a slight tilt and pull, he brings you in for a kiss. Yet, despite his appearance and the gentle and warm glow streaming through your bond, his kiss is fevered.

The devil slants his lips against yours, tongue running along the seam of your lower lip before he licks into your mouth, swallowing the sound you make. Your hand presses into his hair, fingers curling into his damp blonde locks to tug him closer. Lucifer grunts, deepening the kiss until he reaches a frenetic pace.

You both are getting carried away, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember you don't have all the time in the world. Breaking the heated kiss, you pant against the archangel's lips as you rest your forehead against his. And it seems the pause not only calms you but Lucifer's as well.

"You better get going". You laugh breathlessly at this.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll just meet up with Sam and Dean looking like this". You lean away to motion at yourself with a flick of your hand, not needing a mirror to know you looked fucked out. His eyes flicker over you at the invitation to do so.

"Just say you stumbled into one of their companions. You have the story, and now-". He lowers the hand he'd held the shelves with and drags it over your shoulder and upper chest. At the edge of your vision, you spot the red stains the partly dried blood leaves behind. "-you look the part even more". As he gives a final swipe over the swell of your breast, your eyes snap downwards.

"I would've slapped you if you destroyed this dress", you huffed in relief as you examined the smeared red lines on your upper body resembling splatter you'd attempted to wipe off but only made it worse. "And don't tell me that the man wasn't a human all along".

Your gaze rose, seeking out Lucifer's. "No, very much human, very much a dick, just trying to come up with excuses for you". The corner of his lip tugged upwards, and no remorse could be found in his eyes concerning his earlier actions.

"You're unbelievable", you chuckled in disbelief as you closed your eyes.

"Hm, no, you and your heroic moral is for liking my little display". The devil runs his clean fingers up your side with the occasional press, mimicking little steps.

Your flex your jaw, eyes opening to stare into his.

Mirth, the same kind always noticeable when he knows he's right, plays in those wisps of blue. You tilt your head upwards, attempting not to give him a reason to be any smugger.

"Need an answer, little one", he smirks, leaning just out of reach for you to be able to kiss him. Concerning he's still pinning you to the desk behind you, there isn't much more you can do than scoff and twist your head away from him, staring at the wall in the opposite direction.

"Don't become prude now", he chuckles. "You're past the point of it being believable when you fucked the devil in a closet, in this pretty dress and with a party going on just down the hall". You swallow. Turning your head just the slightest bit so you can look at him. He cocks a brow, awaiting your confession.

"Fine", you say, but Lucifer only tuts.

"Not good enough. Tell me you liked how I killed that man for you and then showed you who you belong to". Your mouth drops open, but you quickly shut it as you bite your tongue.

Sam and Dean were probably waiting for you, and if you didn't join them any moment now, they wouldn't be able to wait to go after the kitsune, but neither would they want to leave without you. And knowing them, they would probably split up, not taking the chance it could just be a guest holding you up for this long. Sighing, you pinned a grinning Lucifer with your gaze, a finger coming to rest on his chest to accentuate your reformulated agreement.

"I did like how you saved me in... your own devilish fashion, and I can't say I'm complaining about the following event". The archangel's wings fluttered.

"Will do for now", Lucifer hummed, raising his bloody hand to pull you into a kiss. It's a shorter one, your lips moving slowly against one another for a few seconds before he leans away and lets you slide down to stand on the sole of your feet once more.

Concerning the feeling of your mixed spends trickling out of you -your panties not much of a cover- you're thankful you chose a long dress. However, it feels like the sex you just had is sticking to your skin in more than one way, and you can’t wait until you return to the motel to freshen up. Not only to feel like Lucifer didn't cling to your body for the duration of the trip home, but the blood he’d covered you in.

The thought, along with the red you notice in your peripheral at that moment, reminds you he'd smeared a new streak of blood across your skin. Raising one hand, you smudge the crimson on your cheek and upper neck, frowning at your stained fingers as you resist the urge to wipe them on your dress.

Feeling someone staring, your eyes find Lucifer's, noticing how he'd cocked his head.

"What? I would rather not have a bloody handprint with a compromising placement. It wouldn't help me with the whole run into their companion instead of having hot sex with the devil in the closet".

His mouth ticked upwards at that and something about him standing so casually with his jeans still zipped down and belt buckle hanging open was almost too domestic to not be home in the bunker but in a scrub.

Lucifer observes you while your eyes roam over him, a small smile forming on your lips.

Once your gaze meets the archangel’s, you know he noticed. Without thinking, you move towards the door, ready to leave the way too small scrub. However, you didn't consider your legs would be even unsteadier in heels than previously. So you stumble forwards.

The sole reason you don't trip is thanks to Lucifer’s quick reflexes as his arms shoot out to steady you.

"Should watch your step". The devil helps you to stand straight, and you shoot the amused devil a glare.

"Shut up", you mumbled under your breath, slightly embarrassed he saved you from looking like a complete fool right after he caught you checking him out. "And these things can go fuck themselves", you curse your heels, begrudgingly holding onto the archangel's arm still wrapped around your front for further balance as you step out of your heels one by one.

Immediate comfort makes you flex your feet when you feel the wooden floor beneath you. Then, when cracking sound comes from your toes, causing you to close your eyes for a second and sigh in relief. Then, a slight tightening at your waist makes you open them again and nearly reluctantly raise your gaze until it meets Lucifer's.

"Don't let the monkeys wait any longer". The devil steers you towards the door with a slight push after moving his wings out of the way, surprising you as you hadn't thought that was what he was going to say.

"No goodbye kiss?" It’s instinctive, but you put a fake-pout on the end of your question to not let the devil catch on to how you don’t want to part from him without a last goodbye this time. 

His cocked brow doesn’t tell you whether he did or not, but it does reveal he considers your question. And, when he leans forwards, grips your chin and presses his lips against yours, it shows he’s much easier persuaded than you'd been earlier tonight.

"Now go before I keep you here for the rest of the night". There it was, you thought, chuckling as you unlocked and slipped out of the door with your heels in one hand and sensing the devil watch you disappear down the hallway.

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[hellish-sunsets]

Lucifer red string of fate soulmate au? Like, maybe he and Lilith originally got together despite the strings because Lucifers was Grey or something at the time; but eventually his turns bright red because turns out his soulmate was mortal and is now a sinner so they can actually be together? I think it would be cute since he's so depressed with Lilith leaving him; now he has the sparkle of hope that he can find the missing piece to his puzzle 😊 if you do end up writing this request could it be super fluffy??? (Also bonus points if Sinner Reader is not only shorter then him but also super kind hearted and sweet!)

I'm a sucker for soulmate AU's! This one got a bit away from me, I'll probably have to make a part two, but for now here's what I got!

Gray Dyed Red

Word Count: 1,912

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The strings existed since the beginning of… well, existence. Every being had one tied to their middle finger, or the closest they had to one for the more animalistic ones. No one could see them but the owner of the string, thin things that could never tangle or be broken, either red or gray. And at the end of that string was supposed to be your soulmate. Well, as long as it was red. 

Lucifer’s had always been gray. 

And yeah, it bothered him at first, but he was quick to push aside and keep himself busy with creating with the other angels. He would lose himself in his work. But then, none of his ideas were good enough. They were too… different. He just wanted to make something he could be proud of. 

He was only allowed to watch when Adam and Lillith were made. 

Watching wasn’t as much fun, but he could still keep himself distracted. He smiled down at them as they started their lives on the earth they were given. 

Then they fell apart. He didn’t understand why. Surely the first man and woman would be soulmates, right? But no, they didn’t fit well at all. They’re relationship was a constant fight of who was in charge. He decided he had to help somehow, and in the process fell in love with Lillith. She told him her string was gray, and he thought that maybe they could make it work. They loved and supported each other! What did it matter if they weren’t soulmates?

Even after their fall to hell, they spent thousands of years in each other's arms. 

Then she left.

No word, no note, just an empty bed and an empty castle. 

And he knew he was falling apart, shunning the rest of the world, not even reaching out to Charlie anymore, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted a distraction, something to put his mind on that wasn’t his own failures. 

The gray string of his was just a reminder that there was no one for him, not even the woman he gave all his existence to. 

But it was strange. All these thousands of years, it had never changed color before. 

He didn’t even notice at first, couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it happened. He was in bed, had probably been there far too long. He physically couldn’t sleep anymore, so he needed to distract himself with something else. Maybe he could make an actually good rubber duck today. He should probably shower first, or clean himself in some way. Showers were faster so they usually won out. Though, they didn’t usually end up being faster once he gets in there. 

Whatever, he just needed to get up, right?

With a groan, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, stretching his arms over his head. He avoided staring at the empty side of the bed, shoving the covers off to head for the bathroom, the wood floors cold against his feet. 

He yawned as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. That’s when he saw it, a glint of red. He frowned and lowered his hand to stare, wondering what he had seen. It couldn’t have been his eyes, the shade wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t his cheeks. He went to scratch his chin but froze with his hand halfway up. 

The string was red, deep and bright and unlike anything he had seen before. He looked down at his hand with wide eyes, not quite comprehending what it meant, but for some reason his heart seemed to flip in his chest. That was strange…

So… he had a soulmate now? How? When? Were they just made, or perhaps they were born somewhere? Were they from Earth? Heaven? Hell? Could he find them now? Maybe it turned because they just entered hell. But then, how good of a person could they be if they were down here with the sinners, perhaps a sinner themself? Was that even the type of person he wanted to interact with? But he had seen so many find their soulmates on the other end of their string and, good person or not, they were always perfect for eachother.

His heart does another flip in his chest.

He forces himself to undress and get in the shower, but his mind kept racing, going over the same questions over and over again.

His shower was much shorter than usual. He wanted to get out as soon as possible.

It had been a very long time since he bothered walking or flying through the city. He didn’t much like the sights or the people. Lilith was the one who dealt with them. Every single one of those sinners was just a reminder of what he had done, a never ending punishment. He preferred avoiding it all together. The last thing he ever wanted was to see how his gift of free will was abused by so many.

But that didn’t matter now. As much as he hated the people and the crowds, he was going to follow this stupid string until he found it’s end. 

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A few days passed. 

Pentagram city couldn’t be that big, and yet here he was, still searching. He did rest. Occasionally. Sometimes. Probably not enough. The only reason he did rest as much as he did was… well, he wanted to be at his best when he did finally find the end of his string. He wanted to make a good impression!

He narrowed it down to the edge of the city, a more rundown section where new sinners tended to congregate.

So they had to be new to hell. That's why his string suddenly changed color. They must have been a human who recently died and manifested here. He… wasn’t sure how he felt about it. What if she was just as awful as every other sinner? He feared that the most, that he was destined for some terrible person, that he didn’t deserve someone actually nice…

His string went straight down to an alley below. He could avoid the crowd, thank God. He swept down into the alley, feet landing with a quiet clack against the cracked concrete. He withdrew his wings, glancing around his filthy surroundings with a scowl of disgust. Surely there wasn’t anyone lounging in the muck here, right. But no, there was someone here, a sinner in tattered clothes, standing with their back pressed against the brick wall, head bowed as they took deep breaths, like they were calming themself down from something. 

A frown tugged at his lips. He glanced down at his hand, eyes tracing the vibrant red string towards this sinner, the other end tied around their finger.

It was them. 

He wasn’t entirely sure when he started walking towards them, just knew when his hand clasped around theirs. They jumped, trying to pull away at the sudden contact until their eyes met. They almost immediately relaxed, eyes widening with understanding as they gazed down at their clasped hands, then back up into his eyes. It was odd. No one had looked up at him since Charlie was still young.

He was usually better with words. They would normally come so easily to him, even if they may not always be the best or a bit rambling. But for once in his life, he wasn't sure what to say.

“Hi.” They said, smiling up at him ever so sweetly.

“Hey.” He smiled back, a flush rising in his cheeks. “What, um, brings you… here.” He motioned vaguely to the filthy alley with a slight frown, but the smile returned when he looked down at them.

“Ah, you know, just trying to collect myself and not freak out.” They said with her cheery voice, chuckling a little at themself. “I, uh, I never really thought I'd end up down here. I guess I thought sometimes I'd end up in hell, but honestly I just didn't think about it. But it's okay! I think I get it now.”

He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but that giddy smile never did leave his face. “What do you mean? You know why you’re down here?”

They nodded.

“Yep! I'm here to be with you! That must be it!”

Warmth didn’t bloom in his chest like he's felt in other circumstances. No, it was more like being hit by a freight train face first. In an instant he had them in his arms, savoring their surprised giggle as he squeezed them tight, burying his face in their hair. They happily hugged back. 

It could have been only a moment, it could have been hours, but he didn’t care. He didn’t dare let them go until he was sure this wasn't some sort of trick or dream. Only when he was satisfied did he pull away, eyes looking over them intently, committing every contour of their face to memory, every scratch, every scar, those sparkling eyes, that smile sweeter than apple pie. Shit, they really were perfect for him, weren't they? They could confess to murder and he would forgive them instantly.

“My name's Y/N, by the way.” 

Even their name was perfect.

“Lucifer.”

“Like the devil Lucifer?” They didn't even look that perturbed, just curious. He chuckled and gave a little bow. 

“The one and only. Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

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It was strange, having someone in his quarters again, sitting in bed with the sound of the shower running in the back. It felt… right. It was proper he wasn’t alone anymore. How things were meant to be. Nice.

He sat up straighter when he heard the shower turn off. A few long minutes passed before she came out, dressed in a simple white sundress he provided. He wasn’t very good at making clothes, he preferred creating animals and things similar, but at the very least it looked like it fit, accentuating her sweet smile. 

He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he ignored it in favor of exaggerating the smile she brought to his face.

She sat on the edge of the bed next to him, running her fingers through the damp strands of her hair.

“Well…” She started, but wasn't really sure what to say, voice drifting off. She stared at her feet, unsure what else to do. 

He tilted his head to the side, just watching her for a moment. He reached out for her, hesitating for a moment before cupping her cheek, guiding her head to turn towards him. He just… he needed to see her eyes again. He needed to be sure she's real and in front of him and this wasn't some sort of trick. 

She smiled at him and leaned into his hand. His heart melted.

“I didn't think I'd ever find my soulmate.” She admitted in a whisper. “My string was always gray before, so I thought…” She trailed off and shrugged. He nodded his understanding.

“Yeah, me too. ‘Sorta assumed I just didn't have one since I wasn't human. I think it's more common for demons and angels to have gray strings.” His brows furrowed in thought, but whatever was running through his mind vanished as she turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“... what do we do now?” She asked.

He gulped and shook his head, gathering his thoughts.

“I suppose I should introduce you to my daughter.”

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[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 16

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous part

Part 16: purgatory

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Everything was sore. I had a bandage over my one eye and around my neck. Sitting up took so much effort and strain. I stared up at the ceiling, at the very least taking comfort in the warm, soft sheets. I easily remembered the feeling of sleeping on cold floors or in stuffy attics.

I slept through the day until Husker brought food for me. He helped me sit up so I could eat but that was as much as I could manage. He put pillows behind my head so I was still sitting upright a little. Everything I did was painstakingly slow.

After I had finished, and was left alone to read, Alastor came in. He barely knocked before walking in without my reply. I watched him sit himself in the chair Husker had been in a moment earlier.

"Well, you sure made a name for yourself," his voice was chipper. I said nothing and looked down at my book. I had no interest in reading but it meant I could look at anything other than him. His chipper voice fell. "What were you hoping to accomplish?"

I was silent for a long while. I hoped if I didn't say anything than he would leave. Instead, his eyes were glued on me as he waited for a response.

"To stop the ring fights." My voice cracked.

"You do realize the rings picked up a week after you?" I glanced at him. "Oh sure you saved a lot of them but most ended up back in the rings when the orphanages were too overrun with children."

I closed the book and took a long, deep sigh. It hurt my chest to do even that.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"I have my ways, as does Husker." Silence hung in the air for a long minute. His eyes narrowed and his voice deepened. "Do you comprehend the situation you put us in?"

"What was your point in coming up here?" I snapped. "If it was to make me apologize then sure, I'm sorry for losing and I'm sorry that everyone knows we're soulmates now. They were going to figure it out eventually."

"Of course they were," he agreed, "but not for at least a hundred years. We'll have to work faster with your magic, now."

"I'm done with your lessons! I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be your soulmate, never wanted to be trapped in this house, never wanted to discover I was a Demon, and I never wanted to have to learn all this magic. There's too much of it."

"This is all of your own doing, I hope you know." He lifted his foot to rest it on his other knee, cane still sitting in his lap. "Since your training started, you have been adamant about fighting me when it comes to mind magic. It's putting a strain on your mentality.”

"You're not seriously trying to blame me, are you? You torment me every day. You jump at the chance to scare me or hurt me somehow. That's where the strain comes from."

"If you had listened to me and stayed in the house," he continued, seemingly ignoring my last rebuttal, "you wouldn't have gone and made a name for yourself and revealed us as soulmates. Because of this, I'm now obligated to ensure you have the proper defenses for when I'm not present."

"You're not obligated to do anything. They don't know I'm here and I've enough knowledge to defend myself against a Demon."

"Yet you're in this state because you couldn't." He looked me up and down.

"I had twenty Slight mages and ten more Full mages after me. Of course I couldn't defeat them all."

He shrugged and scratched at his microphone. "I managed."

"You're you."

"Regardless," he stood, "everything up to this point has been a direct cause of your own doing. I must make sure you don't die, either from other Demons or from your own mind. Whether either of us like it or not, our fates are tied. As such, I will be doing what I can to ensure we can live for another hundred years. I leave it up to you to decide how you want those hundred years to go."

He faded into the shadows and slithered out of my room.

****

The next day I was able to get up. I moved slowly down the hall and out onto the porch. Husker appeared a moment later, silently joining me in his usual spot. It was a cool spring morning. The trees were only beginning to bud and birds could be seen flying to and from them.

My neck and eye were still covered in bandages. I looked down at my hand and let my fingers grow into black claws. I thought I had liked them but now I wasn't so sure. Had I caused more bad than good? Did I ruin things?

"How did he know?" I broke the silence.

"How did he know what?"

"How did he know I was there?"

"It was actually me. I saw the broadcast on my phone."

"Broadcast?" I didn't turn my head very much for fear of it hurting again.

"Vox was broadcasting your whole fight. It's all over the internet now."

I leaned my head back against the chair and let out a strangled sigh. I had messed up big time. Rather than making a good name for myself and saving so many others like me, I was now known as the one person who could rid the Radio Demon from this world. And that I was weak.

"I know what you were trying to do," Husker said, "I know you had good intentions. But..."

"But I lost. I made a gamble and I lost." Tears started to fall down my cheek.

"Not all hope is gone, though.”

"Yeah? How so?" I said sarcastically.

"You held your own for a long time. I watched the whole broadcast last night. You fought against so many people even when you were injured. Some people might be too scared to go after you."

"Yeah, people. But Demons will. I'm no match for them. I barely survived the first few." Husker fell silent. I wiped my tears and carefully turned to look at him. "I'm sorry."

His ear twitched. "What for?"

"For what I said last time we spoke. I didn't mean...to be mean. I know it's not always your choice with how things go."

"You were angry," he shrugged, "reasonably so. And being with Al isn't exactly black and white."

"Still, I shouldn't have used that against you. I'm sorry."

"Thank you," he nodded his head.

****

Husker stood behind me as I carefully unwrapped the bandage over my eye. I was relieved to discover I could still see with both eyes, but the feeling was short lived. A large burn mark ran from underneath my jaw to halfway up my cheek. The skin was mauled and pulled in different directions, most of it not yet completely healed. It looked anything but pretty.

"Al was only able to do so much that night," Husker explained, "But I'm sure if you ask he can fix it better this time."

"I'm not asking him for help." I left the room and Husker followed. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water as he grabbed a glass of alcohol. Niffty was running about sweeping and dusting.

"I don't think he would mind if you did. I'm sure he'd love to get rid of the mark on his own face."

I looked out the kitchen window at the sea. I didn't deserve to have a healed face after all the trouble I caused. The only thing that convinced me to heal it was when it wouldn't stop itching and I made myself bleed more.

Alastor made his appearance later that afternoon. He and Husker we're talking in the sitting room when I walked in. It sounded like they were talking about people hunting me.

I waited a few paces from Alastor until he turned around. He stopped mid stride, hands clasped behind his back, and cocked his head to the side. I tried to say something but the words slipped from fingertips. I felt really cold and forced my legs not to shake.

"I'm sorry about the...about the burn mark...can you heal it?" I asked through clenched teeth, eyes averted to the couch. I internally grimaced when I heard him chuckle.

I knew he was going to touch me so it shouldn’t have made me flinch when he did. Our eyes met and I saw the same burn on his face. "I suppose I can." He moved his hand from my neck to my jaw, then up and over my cheek.

I clenched my hands into fists and closed my eyes. I could hear little scratching sounds as my skin pulled and fixed itself. I was starting to get light headed from the pain. When he finally stopped I let out a sigh.

"Looks as if that's all I can manage," he said. His face had a small burn mark from his jaw to halfway up his cheek. It wasn't huge but it wasn't unnoticeable. "Healing speeds up the process, not rid you of the injury."

I reached up to run my fingers across the newly healed skin. The texture over the burn mark felt a little different.

"This is probably a good time to tell you that Lucifer has called a meeting for tomorrow evening."

"Who?"

"The King of Hell," Husker answered for him.

"King of...why does he want to see us?"

"Oh don't look so panic, dear," Alastor chuckled, "Lucifer isn't someone to be afraid of."

"But why does it he want to meet with us?"

"He wants to meet with all of Hell's and Earth's Overlords. I have a feeling he wants to move his agenda forward because of your little escapade."

So now I'm causing even more problems. I looked to Husker who could only shrug. "There's...how many Overlords are there?"

"Quite a few."

The follow evening, I couldn't stop pacing in my room. I tried to fix the world and ended up digging myself deeper into the Demon one. Alastor had told me to attend the meeting in my Demon form, even going as far as to leave an outfit for me to wear. The thought of picking a different outfit crossed my mind but I was far too nervous about meeting who-knows-how-many Overlords and the King of Hell.

The outfit was simple but dark. The black skirt was loose and reached my shins. It was paired with a bright red short sleeve. Well, it was a long-sleeve but they were rolled up around my elbows. I dressed in the outfit in my Human form to avoid the hassle of my horns and claws. When I shifted into a Demon the clothes fit perfectly. My body grew a bit when I was in this form, yet somehow my wings and tail could appear without tearing any of the clothing.

"Stupid magic," I mumbled to myself as I moved my hair around the horns. I went into the bathroom to fix it but froze when I saw my reflection. I looked like a true Demon in the dark clothes and my claws, horns, tail, and teeth showing. I dared to open my wings and felt dread creep into my chest at the sight. I was a being from Hell.

I heard Alastor's shadow crawling through the walls. I quickly fixed my short hair and turned right as he manifested. His eyes looked me up and down and it took everything in me not to get sick. He wore his usual outfit, dark pants and red suite, but it didn't occur to me until then that the outfit he chose for me had been to ensure we would match.

"You look like a proper Demon," he said.

"Is that a compliment?" I asked, walking out of the bathroom.

"You will be silent the whole time unless spoken to," he walked out of the room, ignoring my words once again. I followed him through the house and to the cliffside. "Each Overlord will have their second hand stand behind them and since I'm taking you instead of Husker, I'm sure you won't disappoint me." We stood on the scorched symbol and put an arm around my waist. I crossed my arms and grabbed onto his to keep me steady. My nerves had silenced all my usual remarks.

The ground gave way as we teleported into Hell and right to the King of Hell's front door. The first word that came to mind was palace. I barely had time to really look at it before Alastor lead me through the massive front doors. The foyer was crowded with Demons who all turned their heads when we entered, though never stopping their conversation. I immediately started counting and came to at least eighteen of them.

I felt all kinds of presences around me but none of them touched my shields. They were just there. I could see various bright colors both from their clothes and their magic aura. The rush of different smells was overwhelming and I had to block them out. Everything in me was on edge. Especially since they were all still looking at me. Silence had not yet fallen but at this point I might have preferred that.

"Keep everything still," Alastor said in my ear. I kept my wings tucked tightly and forced my tail to still behind me. I hadn't realized I had been whipping it around. I watched him and put my claws behind my back like he always did. I could do this.

Doors to the side opened, finally drawing everyone's attention away from me. They started to file into the room still in deep conversation. The room was massive and empty save for a long table in the center. There was a balcony on the second floor that wrapped around the entire permitter of the room. Some Demons sat at the table while others stood at a pillar behind them.

"Hey dearie." Rosie put a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be okay."

Alastor left me at one of the pillars and sat down beside Rosie. A woman dressed as vintage as her stood behind her.

"Great! Everyone's here!" someone yelled loudly. Conversations fell silent as a man dressed in all white walked in. He walked down the long table and sat himself at the head of it. His chair was black and red and rather simple. This was the King of Hell.

He made direct eye contact with me. "Let us begin."

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[marchtothefuckingsea]

The Devil's Heel - Lucifer (Supernatural)

My Masterlist

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Injury, canon violence and descriptions of gore/injury. Not proofread.

soulmate au (where an angel's soulmate can see their wings because i love thag au so much), x gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n! Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary: Reader has a bad past with angels. They get hurt on a hunt and, although they didn't know the devil that has been staying in the bunker was their soulmate, Lucifer comes to the rescue. They're terrified, understandably so.

I groaned in pain as I was thrown into a wall for the second time today. My head slammed backwards against it, and I saw stars. A weak moan left my lips when gravity worked its magic. I slid down ungracefully to the floor, my body a limp heap. My angel blade clattered onto the floor a meter away from me. The demon-who I hadn't identified yet-kicked the knife even further away from my grasping hands; just for good measure.

"You fucking-" I hissed out, shoving myself to my uninjured forearm, hunched over and gasping. My trembling voice did little to hide the panic threatening to claw its way up my throat. This was just supposed to be a salt and burn. Maybe a poltergeist at worst.

"How original." He sneered. A hand came down, gingerly taking my angel blade I always kept at my side. I raised my head and growled, low and raspy, and he suddenly plunged it into my shoulder. A strangled gasp escaped me as I toppled backwards from the force of the blow, clutching my shoulder. The demon ripped it out, cutting my palms in the process. He slashed it across my chest once, then twice over my torso. My vision was blurred badly. I could barely whimper out hoarse noises of agony, only able to toss my head back and forth. I was barely conscious.

Even so, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I couldn't help but to be forced to relive the pain, the torture that had come during my 'stay' with certain angels.

I heard a voice in the distance.It was the demon; finally tired of toying with me and, with a bored sigh, sunk the angel blade somewhere through my broken ribs. First came the shock. Then I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my chest when I drew in a surprised gasp. It became hard to breath without triggering the agony, so my breath came in short pants. Instinctively, I just wanted the thing in my chest that was causing me pain out. So, without giving it a second thought, that's what I did. I grasped at the handle of the blade, crying out as it slid out of my chest.

The demon immediately knocked the knife out of my hand, as if I was any threat to him in my current condition. I went limp, realizing my mistake of removing the blade when it now became even harder to breathe. My hand rested limply over the wound with the intent to apply pressure, that I didn't have the strength in me for. My eyes fluttered shut.

I flinched when I heard the sound of feathers fluttering; the sound an all too familiar one to me. I struggled to not bolt upright, hoping it was just a figment of my near-death brain, tormenting me before I died. Even so, I forced my eyes open. I fought to focus my eyes on the new winged figure, who was obviously an angel. There was only one angel, I knew, whose wings I could see. It was none other than Lucifer.

Lucifer, the fallen archangel. Lucifer, one of the oldest and most powerful of his brothers and sisters. Lucifer, who was supposed to be caged in the bunker, at the moment. The devil himself, who appeared to have escaped the banker's warding to keep him contained from causing the apocalypse.

My eyes widened in alarm. I forced myself onto my forearms, immediately regretting the action when pain shot through my right arm. Panting, I writhed on my side, struggling to put as much distance between myself and the archangel as I could. His eyes, red with fury, darted between the demon and my broken form on the floor. His wings were spread out in what could only be meant to intimidate. They were taut, and almost vibrated with rage. I heard him mutter something low and angry under his breath, before the demon was a stuttering mess. It apologized hastily, but that didn't stop the devil. He raised his hand, middle finger and thumb tips poised to snap. The demon backed up as if the distance would keep him safe. A snap echoed hauntingly throughout the abandoned room, and the demon exploded into a cloud of black dust. It only reminded me just how powerful the archangel, who now faced me, was. I shrank back, panting shallowly and cradling my broken forearm to my chest.

I heard him say something, but my brain couldn’t register it. All I knew was, before I could even blink twice, he was standing beside me, peering down at me. His eyes, now blue, roamed over my beaten form, taking in my condition. I shifted, struggling away from him until I coughed. My breath hitched in my throat painfully as I twisted around for the angel blade sheathed at my hip, only to remember it had been knocked out of my grip by the demon, and had clattered onto the floor uselessly. Blood bubbled up in my mouth, confirming what I already knew was true. I coughed again, and again, fighting to twist onto my stomach. No matter how much it hurt, I knew I would drown in my own blood if I didn’t; but I couldn’t. The deep wounds on my abdomen bled profusely, soaking the worn floorboards with my blood, so much that it began to pool around me. It made the floor slippery, and my hand slipped uselessly against the floor as I struggled to right myself. With every shallow breath came a little more blood. I continued to cough, instinctively, even though it hurt more than anything.

I didn’t have the strength to fight when I felt arms wrap around my body, pulling me into the devil’s lap as he now kneeled on the floor beside me. Still coughing up blood, I gratefully sucked in the air I could now get, thanks to not lying on my back anymore. I panted, unable to focus on anything but the air in my lungs; and the pain in my lungs that would have had me sobbing if I had the breath to.

When the coughing fit ended, I laid limp in Lucifer’s arms for a moment more, my energy spent. It took me several heartbeats before I began to kick my legs weakly, and then fought against his iron grip. I knew he was abnormally strong, much stronger than any human. If he didn’t want to let me go, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. And he didn’t. My eyes widened in panic, and I struggled more and more against his grip on me. He allowed me to flip onto my side, and I whipped my head up. His eyes had an uncharacteristic softness in them. That, paired with the foreign expression on his face, only served to further confuse and scare me. I had been tortured and nearly killed-only to be healed and brought back for more-by so called angels many times over. I knew how quickly angels could shift. If angels were that terrible, the fallen archangel holding me now could only be much, much worse.

I whimpered pathetically, writhing in his grip as I remembered how he had turned that demon-the one that had just about killed me-into nothing so easily. He was a creature of nightmares, far worse than a demon. He was, after all, the devil himself.

“Calm down, sheesh.” He said, though it wasn’t accompanied by an eye roll or the sarcastic tone it usually would have been. His voice was flat, deadpan at most, tinged with something bordering worry. Almost like..fear? What could the devil possibly have to fear?

I forced myself to still, my breath still coming in pained, shallow pants. He shifted me in his arms, and I found myself letting him. I didn't make any attempt to shuffle away from him, even when I had the chance to do so. Maybe I was too tired. I had lost a lot of blood, after all; I was dying. And I didn't know what the devil had in his plans for me. The thought sent a jolt of fear into my very being.

I did protest, though, when his arms slid under me and he stood, hoisting me up with him effortlessly. I found myself clutching to him with shaking hands, a strangled, painful noise leaving my throat at the

small movement. His wings curled around the both of us almost protectively, although I had the nagging feeling it was more for me than for him. I clung to him as the familiar, yet foreign feeling of angel teleportation washed over me. The few times I had experienced it, it had felt completely different; it had felt wrong. Uncomfortable, to say the least. My entire being had tingled almost painfully, like pins and needles. But this time, with Lucifer, it felt familiar in the most foreign way possible. A comfortable warmth spread through every fiber of my being. One that almost felt as if it were coming from inside me, as well as him; instead of the pins and needles that had tried to painfully penetrate my skin before. If it hadn't been for the terror of my past trauma, I might have even found it comforting.

When my eyes finally focused, I realized we were at the bunker. I felt a little better at the familiar surroundings. Simultaneously, remembering the Winchester's absence, my fear rose. But exhaustion and shock were beginning to catch up to me. As well as the knowledge that I would most certainly die if I didn't tend to my injuries.

"Let me go." I mumbled, pushing my hand against his chest.

"Do you really think you can stand in your condition?" He argued, but he shifted me in his arms anyway. Carefully, with more caution that I would have expected, he stood me on my feet. He didn't go far, nearly hovering over me as he let me go. As soon as he let go, my legs buckled, and he was holding my waist, lowering me to the floor.

"Get away from me." I hissed out painfully. My chest felt like I had been stabbed again as I inhaled sharply.

"Do you want to die or do you want to die?" He shook his head, glaring at me. "Stubborn humans." He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

He turned around, taking several paces away from me before spinning back around. "What will it be?"

"I- I need help." I admitted quetly, hanging my head in defeat.

"I guess you're not the most stupid one." He mused, as if this were a game. "But, haven't you ever been told not to make deals with the devil?"

I grit my teeth. "'S not really like I have a choice right now."

"Right-o there." He grinned. He kneeled beside me once again. His hand outstretched, two fingers poised to touch the most fatal wound I had; the puncture to my lung.

I shrank away, willing myself to allow it to just happen. As his fingertips began to glow, I panicked.

"No, no. No grace-" I mumbled out, flinching into the wall.

He noticed my fear and, unlike I had expected, he withdrew his hand immediately. His expression was torn for a split second, but ultimately he allowed the confusion to show clear on his face. "What? Why not?"

"I can't..explain. Just.." My voice shook. "Please." I said quietly, my lungs hurting more with every word.

He surprised me yet again with the suddenly softer tone in his voice. "I'm going to have to, for this one at least." He explained gently. I debated, struggling internally. He waited patiently, never showing a hint of impatience or irritation.

"Okay." I answered softly. I felt how each breath hurt more and more; it became harder and harder to suck in air as my lung collapsed. He nodded grimly, so close now that he took up the entirety of my unfocused sight. In my peripherals, his wings curled around me protectively, though I tried not to focus on them. I had a hard time believing that the devil was suddenly protective of me, but I didn't want to think of how his wings could be boxing me in as well.

He glanced at me for confirmation, surprising me, and I nodded. Still, I couldn't help but to shrink against the wall as his glowing fingers met the fatal wound on my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw and preparing for the pain that usually came with an angel's healing.

But just like before, Lucifer's grace was warm, and entirely unpainful. Compared to my previous experiences with being healed by angels, where I had felt the bones in my body shifting painfully back into place, and the stinging of open wounds being forced back together; this was a part of me. It was something bigger than both of us, I could sense that much, but there was something in me that rose up to meet his grace when he used it on me.

I found myself relaxing at the comforting warmth, the safety, I felt. My muscles relaxed, and I slumped against the wall. A small sigh left my lips when I realized I was able to breathe without nearly as much pain anymore. Still though, I hesitated to open my eyes.

"It's done." Lucifer's voice told me, uncharacteristically kind. I knew once I was in my right mind again, I would be getting serious whiplash from this.

"Thank you." I said gratefully, finally opening my eyes. I had to stop myself from jerking back at his unexpected closeness. His vessel's blue eyes were level with mine, something unreadable flitting around in them.

"Let me heal the rest." His voice wasn't pleading-he was the devil, and he never would stoop that low-but it was close.

"No, I'm-" I hissed between gritted teeth as I pushed myself to my feet. He stood quickly, mirroring my actions. "I'm fine."

I took a hesitant step forward, still weak, and stumbled right into him. "Woah there." He said, catching me by the shoulders, his wings once again curling around me; seemingly out of instinct, by now. I flinched purely out of instinct, although I didn't know what I had been expecting to happen. He had already proved he wouldn't harm me.

"I'm fine." I repeated stubbornly, suddenly aware he had healed my arm, too. I looked down at my arm, then to him, narrowing my eyes. "Thank you." I said half begrudgingly.

He shrugged. "Figured you couldn't bandage yourself up with just one working arm."

"Guess so." I grunted, shuffling against the wall. I stopped in the hallway, just outside the door to the infirmary. I closed my eyes, leaning against the doorframe and letting out a nauseated breath.

"You good?" His voice made me jump. I hadn't expected him to follow me here; I thought he would have lost interest now that the threat of death was no longer looming over me. The excitement was gone. Even more puzzling, was the seemingly genuine question from the devil.

"I'm good." I answered, a bit more harshly than I had intended to. He didn't seem offended in the least.

With more effort than it should have taken, I finally pushed the door to the infirmary open, staggering in. I immediately went for the painkillers, before remembering the archangel that had followed me into the room, not leaving my side for a second. I hesitated, before groaning and turning to the bandages and disinfectants. I hoisted myself onto the bed, letting everything onto the bed beside me.

Tugging my shirt off, I still hissed in pain at the various deep slashes that were littered across my stomach and ribs. I looked up for a moment to find Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, a frown on his face. As soon as he caught me though, he immediately opened his mouth to, most likely, make a sharp remark.

"Not in the mood." I ground out, my eyes flashing to his for a brief moment. Surprisingly, he shut his mouth.

Tears welled in my eyes at the burning sensation as I dabbed at the gouges in my skin with a water-dampened cloth. My hands shook. This wasn't even the worst of it yet.

Next came the alcohol. That was, until I couldn't help the whimper and the involuntary jerk of my hand that caused the bottle to go flying onto the floor. I grasped my stomach as if that would help to lessen the pain, gasping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw Lucifer flinch simultaneously.

"You need, uh, you need help with that?" He offered, his voice guarded as he tried not to sound too helpful.

"Yeah, probably." I sighed in defeat. I held myself still from flinching when he came closer. His fingertips brushed mine as he took the bandages and cloth. Gently, he dabbed at the gashes running across my stomach, while my hands balled up the white sheets into fists. I grit my teeth.

"I could just heal them." He insisted again, sighing in annoyance.

I shook my head. "Why are you so against my grace?"

"I just am."

"There's more to it than that." He huffed, but the feathers on his wings didn't ruffleI as they usually did when he was irritated. I knew it was an invitation to open up to him.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the alcohol he poured onto a wound, jerking back slightly. "I haven't had the best experiences with it. Or angels in general." I said hesitantly, quietly. He hummed, indicating he was listening. "They..they tortured me before. For information." I put it bluntly. I didn't see the point in dancing around the truth, not around the devil.

A frown had formed on his face. His jaw was rigid and his wings moved towards me slightly, taut with tension as well. "What kind of information?"

"About you." My voice was small, in an attempt to not anger him further. It wasn't my fault, but I didn't know that.

His eyes began to glow with the faintest hint of red, and every muscle in his body was tensed. "Lucifer?" I asked quietly. He took a step back.

"This whole time, they knew, and they dared to-" He muttered to himself. At the rage in his voice, I unconsciously leaned away from him, my arms coming up around my now-bandaged waist defensively. He immediately cut himself off when he saw the fear on my face and in my posture, taking a deep breath. His eyes slowly faded back to his vessel's blue. His wings were still taut, but he gave me a look to continue.

"They would leave me nearly dead, then heal me up again with their grace for another round." I told him what I knew he wanted to hear; what they had done to me. Why I was afraid of his angel's grace. I grit my teeth, furiously wiping away the tears in my eyes. It had happened only a few months ago, and the memories were still fresh enough to almost feel them as I explained it.

His face held a sort of understanding now that he knew. He nodded, though I could still feel the fury radiating off of him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, in an attempt to break the ice and as a genuine question. "I'm not going to die anymore, there's no more excitement to be had." He pretended to look offended.

"Couldn't let my soulmate just die now, could I?" Soulmate. Even though it sounded foreign to me, it almost immediately seemed to make sense. It was the word, no, the explanation I had been looking for since the strangeness of his grace, compared to the other angels. That, and the closer bond that had seemed to draw the two of us together ever since he had first used his grace on me.

Even so, I had to consciously make an effort to close my mouth that had opened in shock. "We're-"

"Surprise! Your soulmate is the devil. Lucky you, right?" He grinned, though I could see something in his eyes that wasn't right.

"No, more like lucky you." I smiled weakly, still unsure. I had come across very brief, shallow information of angels and soulmates before in different texts, but I still knew so little about it. "You get a hunter as a soulmate."

He faked a grimace. "Yeah." He seemed more relaxed though, and I knew what I hadn't been able to place in his eyes before. He was afraid that I would be disappointed. That he had waited only god knows how long for a soulmate-maybe even believing he didn't have one, as part of his punishment-only for his soulmate to hate him, to hate being tied to the devil himself.

"So how does this..work…now?" I trailed off, gesturing between us.

"We're attached at the hip now!" He exclaimed.

"Seriously. Why didn't this come up before? How long have you known? Did-" I was silenced by a finger to my lips, and suddenly Lucifer was much closer than he ever had been, face inches from mine.

"Quiet with the questions, sheesh." He groaned, leaning away. "May I?" He motioned to the empty spot on the bed beside me. I nodded.

"First of all, my grace, well, activates the bond, you could say. That's why this hasn't happened before. I didn't know until then, either. Although, I've always had this nagging pull towards you, I suppose. Annoying." He huffed. I unconsciously leaned towards him, our shoulders brushing.

"Being my..mate," He almost hesitated at using that word, glancing at me, but I didn't grimace or react negatively towards his word choice. "Your soul is intertwined with mine. In other words, you have a small bit of my grace in you. And I, a small piece of your soul."

"That's why your grace doesn't hurt." I mumbled in realization, more to myself than to him. "Oh."

He looked down at me, eyes telling me to explain. "The angels, when they used their grace on me before. It was like it was penetrating into my skin. It hurt. But yours…didn't. Not at all."

He explained more, but I began to nod off against his shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up to me. The sound of his voice was surprisingly comforting as I dozed, until he stopped, noticing my unconsciousness.

"Let's get you to your own bed." He stood, slowly, so I had time to wake up before I dropped from his shoulder. I jolted awake at the movement, apologizing profusely once I realized what I had done. The smug smile on his face told me enough.

I leaned against him heavily as we walked down the hallway to my own room. He shoved the door open, nearly supporting me by my waist. I immediately slumped onto the bed with a sigh and a wince. My eyes already began to shut again, until Lucifer pulled away. When I opened them, his wings were taut, poised to leave.

"Don't go."

His look was one of surprise. "What?"

"Stay here." I knew, with the events of today, that my nightmares would be haunting me the minute I slipped off into sleep. I didn't know how to explain it to myself, least of all to him, how I felt safer with him there. How the prospect of him leaving at the moment was almost scary to me. I didn't have to though, he read it all through our bond.

He nodded silently, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the edge of the bed. He waited for my confirmation before pulling me against him and lying us both down on the mattress. With a sigh, I felt myself immediately relaxing against him.

I felt safe as I drifted off, though somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was the devil and he was dangerous. But I also knrw there was no threat here. Not as long as he was with me.

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What if the adult trio + feitan all have the same soulmate.

The reader is beautiful, people literally worship the ground she walks on, also strong and independent (such a strong nen user and has good strength too, her power can even match Zeno Zoldyck, that's how powerful and strong she is) she even has her own clan, so strong, people would drop to their knees and bow down cause of the fear, and also she wouldn't go for any guy, so how would they react to being HER soulmate?😯

This took a bit, but I got p busy, so it's been slow going. I hope this is what you wanted, and also enjoyable!

Chrollo

Chrollo would be intrigued and happy to have a soulmate who was quite powerful. They'd be a very good addition to his group, and quite helpful in general. Them being feared would also help his group, intimidation is a valid tool to a criminal, after all.

Feitan

Feitan would have the same stance as Chrollo. A super powerful soulmate would be a wonderful help on his jobs, and they're already feared, so surely they wouldn't mind his own evil, right? They surely aren't that good either if they're feared.

Plus, if they're strong, surely they can take some torture, so extra fun!

Hisoka

Unlike Chrollo or Feitan, Hisoka doesn't give a FUCK about his soulmates 'usefulness'. The sheer fact they're powerful and feared gets enough of his attention. He loves a good fight, so as long as his partner can take him in a 1-on-1, he's impressed and maybe a little in love. He'd just thrive with a partner who's insanely powerful. The most smitten he'd ever been.

Illumi

And to return to the 'useful' opinion, Illumi'd see an s/o who's stronger than his grandfather as a prime candidate to breed with. His family can always use stronger assassins and stronger nen in their lineage, so he'd be elated, in his own way, to have an S/O

All together

If they all were this person's S/O, there admittedly would be a fair bit of in-fighting. Feitan and Chrollo might not be against sharing, and Hisoka definitely isn't so long as the others are powerful as well, but Illumi might need a bit of convincing.

He'd want monogomy like his parents have, so sharing a soulmate isn't something he'd be super into without some long talks.

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Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 3: Orange Tattoo 

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Mc’s eyes went straight over to the new person’s hand, the orange marking of a snake with a controller would permanently stay there on his hand, Mc was glad that the orange tattoo was hidden by their clothing. 

“I vote you to die Mammon.” The new male entered the room, hissing towards his brother. “Gah...Levi...” Mammon’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at him before looking over at MC. “Uhm listen human. This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. Since he’s name is sorta hard to say, ya can just call him Levi. Let’s move on to ya room-” He got cut off by Levi

 “Give me my money, Mammon...Then go crawl in a hole and die.” Mammon tensed up a bit and looked at his brother before smiling nervously. “Come on, I told ya I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time.... And You still want me to die even if I give it back? That’s real harsh, Levi!”

“A little more time? How much more?” Levi asked again and stared at Mammon. “A little more! Means a little more time okay!” Levi growled a bit. “You’ve been saying that for the last 200 years Mammon.” Mammon shook his head. “260 years! Get it right Levi!” “Unbelievable.” Levi huffed. “Seriously Mammon, you’re a-”

“Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?” The back and forth batter continued between the siblings as Mc was silently watching. They glanced at their small bag that contained a few of their items and took out their D.D.D, starting to type on it again to try and add into the conversation. “Hey Human! Remember my advice? Either run or die. Well one of us is gonna die. And it aint gonna be me!” Mammon ran off, leaving MC and Levi alone.

“Wha- Dammit Mammon...That ass... he ran off...!” Levi huffed before focusing his attention towards MC. “Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. Or maybe I sould say he used you as a sacrifice.... I’ll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet...A total low life....but still, it was dumb of you to let him use you like that.”

“This is EXACTLY why humans are-” Levi soon stopped himself from continuing and hummed. “Wait a second...Humans...yes... I got an idea.  Are you free right now? Of course you are! You got to be! Even if you aren’t, Either way, you’re coming with me.” Levi grabbed onto Mc’s arm and started to pull them into the direction of his room.

A ping came from Mc’s D.D.D and they looked to see Mammon’s messages

Mammon

Heya, I suddenly remembered I have some business I gotta take care of. So if ya need something, just ask Levi. *Sticker*

Just don’t go running and telling Lucifer about this. *Sticker*

MC *Sticker*

Mammon *Sticker*

Levi dragged MC inside and locked the door after checking to see if anyone saw them.  He turned to look at Mc, who seemed to be admiring his room a bit. “Hey normie!” 

Mc looked over at Levi and tilted their head, pointing at themself. “Yeah! You.” Mc looked back at the books, seeing large thick books with “Tales of the Seven Lords” written on the spine of the book.

“What is it human? What are you looking at?” Mc pointed at the books. Levi took a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “Wait...that looks like. The tales of the Seven Lords. Are you a fan of that too?”

Mc knew of the series, their [use-to-be] best friend would always chatter about how they loved the Lord of Fools. Mc took out their D.D.D, typing away.

“Are you searching-” The D.D.D was soon showed to him. ‘I know of it, my old best friend was obsessing over. I know what it’s about. I watched all the movies’

“Then what’s the first lord’s name?” Levi grabbed the D.D.D. “Just mouth out, you could be searching it up if I let you type.” Mc was silent, trying to remember the important points of the story

‘Was it the Lord of Emptiness?” “Wrong!” Levi said after reading what Mc was mouthing to him. “That’s the seventh lord! Since you don’t know anything. I’ll tell you about it.” Levi started a rant about the tales of the seven lords, the important plot points, each of the lords and Henry. It was like Mc had rewatched the movies... before he started to ramble about his jealousy on humans.

He soon stopped his rant, realising he was getting off topic. “Alright, I didn’t bring you here to tell you about TSL. I don’t think there is any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know is true: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand this. So I’ll say it one more time. Mammon is a hopeless worthless scumbag. I leant him money and now I want him to pay me back. but being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite what a rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second oldest. As the third oldest, no matter how hard I try, I don’t stand a chance against him...” 

He explained how Mammon had gotten a figurine he wanted, yet it was left on the floor in Mammon’s room with the dirt, and how he got traumatized by Mammon sleeping naked.

“You’ve seen how fast Mammon is, No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed.. But if,say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service.” A wicked grin appeared on Levi’s face. “then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which means that if you make a pact with mammon and then order him to give me back my money... he wouldn’t have any choice but to do it.”

‘A Pact?’ Mc showed the phone screen to Levi for him to read. “A pact with a demon? Haven’t you seen it in movies. A demon lends his strength to a human to make their wish come true in exchange for their soul.” Mc shook their head, they didn’t want to give up their soul.

“You don’t have to give your soul necessary. It depends on what’s in the pact. But, well, you need to give something to the demon to make it worth the exchange. So it’s pretty much inevitable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, then I’ll tell you how to negotiate with Mammon. It will be useful for you to have him as your servant, despite how awful he is, he is still a powerful demon. But I bet you feel worried, being dragged down here to the Devildom and all. So it won’t be a bad deal for you either. Don’t you agree”

Mc looks at him and nods their head, it was atleast worth an attempt. Levi would then tell Mc the plan on how to get Mammon

Mc was exploring around, entering into a library room. ‘Sign language books must be in here...’ Mc thought to themself as they went inside. Their eyes trying to read as fast as they could, going through each section before pulling out a book. ‘Sign Language for dummies’ Mc just rolled their eyes at the name and started to head out.

“I see you are up late.” A new voice entered the room and Mc looked over at the entrance to see Lucifer, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “Looking for something.” Mc nodded their head and started to mouth.

‘I was, and I found what I wanted.’ They mouthed slowly. Lucifer went closer and noticed the book underneath Mc’s arm. “I see you were getting a sign language book?”

Mc tenses up a bit and nods. ‘I wanted to show Mammon some sign language.’ Mc mouthed, it was a lie, but Lucifer couldn’t know.

“I see, well I was going to come and collect a sign language book as well. We need to make sure you are comfortable. So learning some would be helpful to be able to understand so you don’t have to mouth out and type.” Mc soon shook their head and started to mouth. ‘You don’t have to, I can handle mouthing out and typing.’ Lucifer shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure all my brothers know how to understand sign.” Lucifer took out a book off the shelf that had sign language written on the cover.

‘Good night.’ Mc mouthed before heading out quickly. Mc was going to need to learn this all in a night... 

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Chapter 4: A Gold[ie] Pact [7.2.23]

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I Have Time

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You sat in the waiting room of a hospital and your heart was drumming in your chest so furiously that it was astonishing your ribs were intact still. Your younger brother had been in a car crash and the doctors had told you straight off that they would do everything they could but their eyes weren't hopeful. You were never a religious person, never had time for that sort of thing and especially since your parents passing, your sole focus was to study and work so you could provide for your little brother. However, at this moment, everything was kinda hanging in the balance. 

You still couldn't understand how you hadn't been touched. He was right next to you but the car hit him and his hand was ripped away from yours.

Please, save him, please, he's the only family I have, You kept praying as tears streamed down your face, I'll do anything, please, if anyone's listening, please, save him.

You were desperate for a miracle. 

"Is this seat taken, love?" A man with a Scottish accent asked and you looked up with bloodshot eyes

"No," You let out a shaky breath and he sat down next to you 

You felt that it was odd because the waiting room was empty yet he chose to sit next to you. He had a soft smile on his lips and he wore a black suit with a dark coat on top of it all as well.

"I heard you, you know," He nudged your shoulder, "Name's Crowley," 

"Heard me?" You were confused as to what he meant

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[another-lost-mc]

SOLOMON masterlist

➤ fics

black & white cw: soulmates!au, spoilers for og lessons 40-80, visions of hypothetical future events including unrequited love, major character death, raising a child together

kisses on the battlefield cw: canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending

temptations [ afab!reader | nsfw ] cw: vampire!au, angst and pining, resolved sexual tension

milky mayhem [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: magical tampering, lactation kink, bottom!solomon

➤ poly / multi-pairing fics

taking care of you [ afab!reader | nsfw ] simeon x reader x solomon cw: threesome

only in dreams [ gn!reader | nsfw ] solomon x reader; one-sided lucifer x reader cw: unrequited love, voyeurism

➤ drabbles / thirsts

dessert first cw: suggestive

kissing in the shower [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

lazy mornings in bed

flirty cooking [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

flirty cooking: dessert cw: suggestive

comparing pact marks [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when he dates a chubby!reader [ nsfw ]

nothing compares to the real thing [ afab!reader | nsfw ]

snooping through solomon's phone [ nsfw ]

➤ series

insatiable [ series info ]

part 1: truancy [ solomon x afab!reader ] cw: sex in a semi-public space

part 2: perseverance [ solomon x afab!reader ] cw: sex magic, sex acts in a semi-public space

part 3: the rules [ asmodeus x afab!reader, solomon x afab!reader ] cw: relationship negotiations, non-explicit sexual content

dark serenade [ series info ]

part 1: overture [ lessons 1-40 ] cw: obsession, jealousy, manipulation, canon-typical violence

part 2: library games [ lesson 40-41 interlude ] cw: resolved sexual tension

➤ headcanons

dining with the dateables

when mc needs a little TLC [ gn! + afab!reader | nsfw ]

mc is reborn in the celestial realm

when mc faints/has a panic attack

when mc makes them a margiela "kiss" shirt

mc struggling with creator/writer's block [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when they go down on you [ afab!reader | nsfw ]

when mc steals their clothes [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when mc misses their sibling

when mc is quiet in bed [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when mc sends them audio porn [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

where they bite mc (as vampires) [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

would they use a love potion on mc? [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when movies make them cry

what they wear to see Barbie

watching over your human family

how the little d's act when you date the avatars of sin

when they find out you have a fwb [ nsfw ]

when they find out solomon is your fwb [ nsfw ]

shadow-walking with mc

how they mark mc [ nsfw ]

when mc is a professional f1 driver

when they turn into their onesie animal

sharing the same birthday with mc

➤ return to the obey me! masterlist

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[rapunzelbro]

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Howdy y’all My names Rose, and welcome to my blog!

I am 20, and majorly write for Angel Dust if you couldn’t tell, with the occasional other characters here and there by request.

I am majorly asexual and struggle with prompts that involve anything sexual related in the slightest. I am not one to ask for smut. Seriously. Please don’t ask. I will be so bad at writing it.

That being said I will not write,

NSFW

Furry reader related stuff. I refuse I am sorry but it just weirds me out

Adam (for now)

Soulmate au

Charlie x reader, Or Vaggie x reader romantically. They’re an established couple. I don’t wanna write anything romantic wise with someone else. Fucking love them.

This being said it might change. Except for a few but in order here is who I write for comfortably and will, within reason, write for. The lower the number the lower chance I will do it

Angel Dust

Lucifer

Velvette

Husk

Vox

Charlie (platonic)

Vaggie

Alastor

Valentino

Literally anyone else at this point

Want to request but not sure what to request? I’ll write to these prompts with a given character. You can combine them too!

“Of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you.”

(Insert) buying something unrequested because it made (insert) think of them.

(Insert) planning to propose for a while, they've bought the ring and everything. One day, they somehow lose the ring only for you to unexpectedly find it.

(Insert) teaching reader to cook

“I don’t want be alone right now”

(Insert) is feeling out of it and need constant attention from Reader

Reader prevents (Insert) from getting out of bed by cuddling them.

Reader lightly kissing (Insert) on top of a freshly formed bruise

“Run away with me.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.’

“I think our friends are catching on that we’re dating. Let’s mess with them.”

“I lied - this is apple juice, not whisky. I’m trying to impress you, basically.”

“How many times do I have to prove that I’m not here to hurt you?”

"If I put my head in your lap, can you play with my hair and distract me from my anxiety?"

“I thought royalty was supposed to be charming. You’re kind of awkward.”

“None of that was my fault. This broken window, on the other hand, totally was.”

“You say sarcasm won’t get me far, but I’m here, aren’t I? Quite far, indeed.”

“You know what’s beautiful? When I look into your eyes… I can see myself. Stunning.”

“I’d say I’m impressed, but we both hate liars.”

“I’m becoming a monster and I think I don’t even regret it.”

You want me to stay quiet about this? Then bribe me.”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear about this. You stay here and rest, I go find your attackers and teach them not to mess with the people I love. Got it?”

"I dont sign autographs, not ever since I accidentally signed that contract."

“I thought you’d be harder to kill “

“I let my guard down, and I got hurt”

“For the last time you’re not dying!”

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Angel Dust

Lucifer

Charlie (N/A)

Vaggie (N/A)

Husk

Alastor (N/A)

Valentino (N/A)

Velvette

Vox (N/A)

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Hello! Just some small notes and a quick masterlist to make finding my stories easier. I’ll do my best to keep this update.

You can call me Skye. I’m 27. My pronouns are she/her. I am aroace. I am open to fic requests however I ask that if you request something, please keep it SFW. While I do enjoy reading smut, it’s not something I’m very good at writing. I can write references to NSFW activity at most, but unless I’m in the mood to write something NSFW, you probably won’t see it on this page.

This blog is dedicated 100% to Lucifer related fics, but I’m up to writing a variety of different types. I already am planning on a Lucifer x Eve!Reader x Lilith fic, and I’d eventually also like to write another OC fic as Lucifer’s daughter. Just some things to keep in mind.

Masterlist

Hopelessly Devoted - Lucifer x OC (somewhat soulmate AU, but only Lucifer has a soulmate)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Possessive Lucifer {1}

Chapter Summary; You dress up to go on a hunt, something Lucifer isn’t to keen on. However, with a warning to anyone who dares touch you, he sends you off. That, and a little souvenir to remind you that you’re his.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 1/2

Word; 3.700

Warnings; nudity, suggestive themes

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: So here’s the first of many drabbles for the SIN (Soulmates in nature) series. It was one of the first one’s I had planned and is a favourite troupe of mine for our beloved archangel.

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It wasn't often you brought out your makeup. It wasn't often you needed to balance the few, yet essential, products on the edge of your sink to not slip down and break. Nor was it often you stared at yourself, hopeless of how you would be able to follow the tutorial playing on your phone.

"How can someone get good at this?" You mumbled as you attempted to follow the makeup artist's guide on 'how to succeed with your eyeshadow not appearing like a blob of diffused colours'. Their title a bit more eloquently put than your thoughts.

"I don't even understand why you humans think that makes you look more appealing". You dropped the small brush from your eyelid, shooting Lucifer a glare over your shoulder.

"If you could poof makeup like hers on my face, then I know you would change your mind", you huffed, using the makeup brush to point at the person creating a masterpiece on their face, one you tried to copy.

The devil cocked a brow at you from where he leaned against your dresser. "Who do you think I am?"

"I don't know. Genie?" You shrugged, turning around and examining the parts of your makeup that were better and the areas where it... wasn't. "Even though I wouldn't say no to his help, I don't think he would be as powerful as you".

"Flattery will take you nowhere when putting that paint on your face is far below what my powers can, or if I could, should be used for".

"I take back my statement. Genie is more powerful", you grumbled, reaching down to replay the part of the video you'd missed while speaking to Lucifer, not too thrilled you had to bite the lemon of doing your makeup yourself.

Hunting often didn't crave much of you, not much more than a potentially fucked up sleep schedule. You didn't count the gamble with your life. However, tonight was one of those few times you needed to dress up for a hunt.

Sam and Dean had found a case where people ended up dead with claw-like marks marring their chests, faces or any other places you could think of. According to official reports, a wolf was behind the attacks. And though many things about the physical encounter also pointed towards werewolves for you guys, after some investigation, you'd ruled out the lunar worshippers concerning the heart of each victim was intact. However, a particular part of the brain was always missing.

It had meant nothing to you when the doctors mentioned all victim's pituitary glands had been removed, other than a feeling it was more than an eerie coincidence. Although, to Sam and Dean, it had been the clue to solving what monster you were after. A kitsune.

You'd never run into a kitsune, heard of them from lores and stuff but never needed to hunt them. However, Sam told you that it wasn't weird concerning this particular fox-like creature was a rare occurrence. And yet, this Kitsune didn't hide in the shadow of the night. On the contrary, the incredibly normal-looking guy you were after was a successful businessman hosting a party to celebrate his newest project. Dean had joked that maybe the sicko eats brain as some kind of symbol for his own further success, as he'd said: 'Doubles the brain power, you know'.

Although thankful that you'd managed to get hold of tickets to the party, something you still don't understand how the brothers accomplished, you weren't all too excited about it. You barely owned more clothes than those suited for hunting and leisure, which meant you'd needed to go out in search of a formal dress.

You almost gave up, stole the Impala to flee back to the bunker, all while convincing Dean over the phone you would find something wearable in your closet, which you wouldn't have accomplished. But you didn't even come further than almost giving up, seeing how you didn't even succeed in persuading the older brother why you needed the keys to his baby. Instead, Dean hooked his arm in yours and dragged you along when he figured out your plan, stating that if he needed to suffer, then so would you.

In the end, it had been worth getting dragged along, seeing how you returned home with a dress you at least could admire for the rest of your life after tonight. Jewells decorated the bust, the stones fanning out the further down the eye journeyed until they gave away to fabric in a silky shade of sage, the material falling until it reached the floor.

Yes, it would be the prettiest thing you owned by a mile and for that reason, you hid it inside the cover you'd received when you bought it until the very moment you needed to put it on. In other words, you were scared to ruin it as you played with what you considered adult finger-paint.

"Can't get better now", you mumbled to yourself. The video had paused once it reached the end, so you cancelled the upcoming one in between attempts to touch up some parts of the makeup to get as close to perfect as possible. If someone would ask you, it didn't do much, but you could always hope a more experienced eye would say differently.

"Finally done?" You heard as you turned, finding Lucifer in not much of a different position than ten minutes ago.

"Nothing better to do than stand there and stare?" You shot back. Although he only shrugged in response, you doubted the archangel didn't have anything to say.

Lucifer's eyes flickered over your face, his head tilting as he, without a doubt, took in your dolled-up look. You couldn't fend off the twitch of your lip, which not long after curved your mouth into a smile, witnessing him so transfixed with you. And upon noticing your reaction, the devil's eyes swiftly found yours.

"Eating up your words yet?" You teased him with a chuckle.

"Still think it's unnecessary", Lucifer replied, seemingly unbothered, though the way he said it a bit too curtly spoke against it.

"Very well, if you've stayed for this long, there's no reason I should shoo you out when you can help me into the dress", you said as you walked over to your open door, which was the single place you had been able to hang up your dress, and hooked of the sealed package.

"Have you missed the wings, or do you just decide to ignore them?" You glanced over your shoulder as you closed the door, finding Lucifer pointing to the iridescent entities resting beside him.

"They're still very much there", you began as you wandered over to your bed, putting down the garment bag and sipping it open. "But I don't think you'll say no to seeing me naked, so something you have to pay for doing it", you continued, wiping your hands on your robe just to make sure no makeup resided on them before pulling out your dress.

"Pay to do it, you say?" Your gaze rose when Lucifer's voice sounded closer. He moved up alongside you, hands finding your hips as he stopped.

"Perhaps not, but you can spare a few favours for your mate, I believe". You looked up at the archangel as he brought you closer to him.

"That so?" Lucifer cocked a brow. "What would I get in return?"

"Well...", you pulled the word out. "Seeing me naked?"

He tipped his head back and forth as if truly contemplating your offer before his lips quirked. "Sounds fair".

"You better think that", you scoffed, taking a step away to pull at the belt of your robe and letting it fall to the ground. A low whistle was heard, and though you felt a heat enter your chest as Lucifer shamelessly let his eyes roam your body, only covered by your skimpiest pair of panties, you shot him a look.

"No bra, how dirty", he commented, gaze lifting to meet your unimpressed glare. "Could practically skip these as well". The devil reached forth, hooking his finger in the black strap curving over your hip and making it snap lightly across your skin as he let go.

Shooing away his hand, you bent forwards and plucked your dress out of its cover. "I said you can look, not touch". As you saw one of his hands stretching forwards again in the corner of your eye, you took a step to the side and held your dress in front of you, angling your body toward him.

"And, I want to be at least a bit comfortable as I wear this". You jostled the piece covering your front before continuing. "Neither do I want any ugly creases, so have it".

"I'm not complaining", he smirked, to which you rolled your eyes.

"Of course you aren't".

Your eyes widened, a gasp escaping you when Lucifer's hands shot out, anchoring on your lower back and pulling you against him. No matter that your dress was kept in place by how closely your bodies pressed together, your fingers curled further into the fabric.

"Someone's becoming bold". The devil cocked his head, gazing down at you.

You swallowed at his tone, feeling the earlier heat spread and conquering his radiating chill, which seeped so softly through the fabric of your dress. Despite the flush sensation, you raised your chin when his words echoed in your mind. "And what if I am?"

"Dangerous thing for the naked one to be".

"Dangerous? I hardly think that".

"Perhaps not dangerous", he hummed, eyes falling from watching yours to the heave of your chest. "But... pushing your luck".

You arched a brow, head shifting to the side. "And what happens if I continue to push?"

"What do you think happens to a vixen who plays with fire?" Lucifer's hands travelled down your back, beneath the sharp black line of your panties, until they caught by his wrists, naturally stopping his movements.

Your mouth opened, but rather than words leaving your tongue, a sharp breath wheezed past your teeth, only to escape your lungs a second later when the devil groped your ass, his strong hands bringing you to your toes as he forced you further up his chest.

He gazed down at you, head tilting as his blue eyes darkened. "What I wouldn't do to see you so prettily ruined right now".

Your mouth ran dry, a warm shiver sweeping over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I should be thankful that your ever-so-good moral keeps you from doing it then". A low sound escaped Lucifer as you said this.

"I should be recognised as a Saint for it", his voice had dropped and you couldn't help but mumble your reply thanks to this.

"Mhm, so will the to-be-crowned Saint help his mate with what he promised?".

"I remember no promise".

"Lucifer", you sighed. Even if he cheekily groped your ass one more time, he flashed you a smile, releasing you and stepping away so you could unzip the dress.

The devil followed your every move. His eyes burning seemingly all over your skin at once as you slipped into the dress. The material was cool as you pulled it up your body, the rhinestones pressing against your palm as you held the garment against your chest, preventing it from falling,

When you turn around, the zipper sways with the fabric and taps against your skin. You wait for Lucifer to help you secure the dress, but when you don't feel him step closer and the chilled zipper continues to rest against your lower back, you glance over your shoulder.

You find his eyes gliding over you, not hurrying to meet your gaze. It's a slow sweeping motion up your back, the curve of your shoulder, until his blue eyes finally settle on yours. You arch a brow, but Lucifer only shrugs at you before he steps closer. Deciding to not argue or tease him about the bloom of something you feel through the bond, the one he admittedly tries to downplay, you look forward.

A light touch at your lower back and you know he's found the zipper. When the knuckle of his finger slides along your skin right before the tightening of the fabric, you know he's relieving you of the task of keeping up your dress at the front. You know he's closed the entire thing when Lucifer's other hand raises to fasten the hook at the top to keep the pin in place.

There's a slight pause before you sense how he leans closer, not long after, how his lips find the easy excisable skin at your shoulder. You don't let him press more than two pecks along the curve of your neck, knowing where he would end up if you allowed him to continue on his path.

Taking a step forwards and out of his reach, you turn on your heel, almost catching on the dress' trail. "I don't want you ruining any of this before I even leave for the hunt". As you said this, something in Lucifer's demeanour changed. A dark bolt of lightning struck in his eyes as his lips pursed into a thin line.

"You're going out like that". It wasn't a question, more so a statement as the devil remembered you didn't only dress up like this for fun, or him.

"Lucifer-", you began, but before you could finish the sentence, one of his hands slipped into the slit parting over your left leg to possessively grip the backside of your thigh, the other engulfing your neck to keep your wide eyes pinned on him.

"If anyone looks at your wrong, if anyone touches you, if they dare even think about you, they're dead". Lucifer's voice was chillingly cold and yet something lit on fire in your lower stomach as the words dripped like venom from his tongue.

"Okay", you breathed, taken off-guard by his sudden display. The devil noticed -not because you made any effort to hide it- cocking his head with a smirk curling his lips.

"No rebuttal?"

"If I would've, it would jeopardise my makeup and concerning how my hair already is living close to the edge of surviving, I can't risk it". There was still the ghost of a smile adorning Lucifer's lips as he watched you.

He leant down then and you tried to move away, but he simply held you in place by your neck. The hand grasping your thigh found its way out from the fabric, sneaking upwards over your waist, then ribcage.

You wanted to struggle and complain about the hand burying itself further into your hair, but as if the archangel could read your thoughts, he spoke before you could voice your concerns.

"They're only gonna see if you move", he mumbled against your lips before his head dipped down.

He trailed kisses from your throat and downwards, light ones starting where your makeup didn't reach and you felt more of his stubble than the pillow of his lips. As if it already wasn't hard being still for the sake of your appearance, it became even harder to not squirm upon what he did next.

Lodging his thumb beneath the bend of your jaw, Lucifer tilted your head backwards. His head dipped to the edge of your dress to counter the movement of your head while his hand trailed upwards and over your breast, tugging slightly at the fabric covering it. As soon as the bejewelled part separated from your skin, his lips found the newly exposed part of you.

Your hand shot to the back of his head, curling into his blonde locks when he let his teeth graze you before his lips attached and he sucked at the supple skin.

A breathy sound passed your lips and though you knew you should tug at his hair until he relented with his action, you didn't have enough strength to do it. And so, you simply let him work the bruise into your skin.

It didn't take long before the telltale sting where his mouth rested upon you reached the surface and the whimper escaping you was Lucifer's sign he'd succeeded with what he wished and eased up not soon after. A kiss to the spot he'd concentrated on, his finger unhooking from your dress to let it drop back, a nudge to the back of your head and you gazed upon a smug-looking Lucifer again.

"See, no harm done". Your eyelids dropped close and you let out a heavy sigh at the devil's comment.

You shook your head, feeling the amused jostle of his body. "Depends on what you're talking about". You opened your eyes once more, the creases in the corner of his eyes more accentuated as his grin broadened.

"The pretty paint on your face, of course".

"You really live up to your name sometimes". You stepped out of his arms without any resistance this time.

"Was given it for a reason". You caught the smugness coating each word as you glanced down, finding that the hickey Lucifer created was just about covered by your dress.

"Thanks for that. I practically won't be able to move without someone seeing this", you concluded, eyes darting to the devil.

"As I said, don't move and they won't see it", he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Menace", you grumbled, not caring about continuing the argument -and how that definitely wasn't what he'd meant for the phrase to imply earlier- knowing very well that Sam and Dean soon would be knocking at your door if you didn't hurry up.

Moving to your bed, you sat down to step into the flats you would wear to and from the venue, snatching the heels you would torture yourself with in-between as you stood.

When you headed to the door, you caught yourself in the mirror above your sink. Stopping in the middle of a step, you turned to look at your reflection.

Even though it could've been worse, you brush your fingers through your hair to smoothen down those stray strands that Lucifer was the culprit of sweeping out of place. And, just as you thought about him, your eyes flittered to watch him walk closer in the mirror.

Hastily turning around, you faced him as you pointed at him to stop. "Oh, don't you dare". The archangel raised his brows.

"No goodbye kiss?"

Albeit feeling a tingle in your lips upon his suggestion, you scoffed, not falling for his attempt at making you look as tousled as you felt. "I think you've done enough kissing". You replied, moving towards the door and heading out of your room with Lucifer in tow.

The second you walk into the library, you find Sam and Dean dressed in black smokings. Albeit the younger one lounged in one of the chairs, seemingly unbothered by the not so often seen attire on either of them, the older of the two was pacing, repeatedly tugging at his collar.

"You two clean up well", you called out just as Sam turned to you, a gentle smile spreading as his eyes scanned your appearance.

"Thank you, though I think you'll be the one convincing people we belong at that party".

"Thought your brother was the charmer", you reply.

"And I thought I signed up for being a hunter, not an undercover spy dressing up all cute". You couldn't help but snort at that, shaking your head with a smile. "The sooner we get going, the sooner I'll be out of this", Dean continued, not waiting for either your or his brother's confirmation that you were ready before heading towards the stairs with long strides.

"I take that as our cue". Sam stands from the chair, making an over-exaggerated bow and a sweeping moment with his arm, showing you should take the lead, a 'my lady', following his move.

Not even before your lips could twitch into a smile at the display, a voice sounded from behind you.

"Careful, Sammy, don't want your outing to end before it even begins". Your eyes meet Sam's as he rises to his full height before both of you turn to watch the archangel standing behind you.

Lucifer's arms were crossed over his chest, face fixed into something that could be mistaken for a relaxed look, even if it so evidently wasn't. There was an underlying tension in his body, irritation flaring in his eyes and you saw how he worked his jaws as his gaze was set on the hunter behind you.

You switched to look to Sam when you saw him shift in the edge of your vision. Now his hands were raised, head tipping slightly.

"Duly noted". Compared to the younger Winchester's reply, you only rolled your eyes. If Lucifer was moody enough to snap at Sam about something like this -something he practically never was concerned about- you don't know if you looked forward to leaving him to cool down or feared he only would mull over it until you returned.

Turning on your heel, you move towards the devil, settling on the middle ground to your earlier train of thought.

As you near, Lucifer's eyes finally settle on you, eyebrows raising when you stop before him. Without any further ado, you lean up, planting a kiss on his cheek. At your back, you can practically feel how Sam does anything but look at you and Lucifer, still not entirely -even that was a stretch- comfortable with either of you well... living up to being soulmates.

"Didn't think you wanted to say goodbye", the devil retorted, arms remaining overlapped in front of him. Stubborn. You roll your eyes, knowing very well that if Sam wasn't present, they would've fallen to his or your side.

"Neither did I, just attempting to calm you". Lucifer cocks a brow, forcing you to give him a look when you see an argument arise, even if he hasn't worded it yet. "Don't deny it".

"Not denying anything", he countered curtly, leaning down so your shared breaths. "But I don't discriminate when it comes to carrying out my warnings".

"Aside from me". You pecked the archangel's lips, not fully catching the edge of his words, only trying to distract him from his own attitude with the brush of your lips. "Be good". While he stands tall again, he briefly closes his eyes and raises his brows, which you deem enough of an answer to turn around and save Sam from the awkwardness of examining the roof and finally head after Dean. Brushing past the heat -and not the entirely pleasant kind- rippling through your bond.

Taglist: PS, I tagged the same people as in the original series, if any of you don't want to get tagged in the updates for this series (drabbles, one-shots etc) just give me a heads up!

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[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5

Summary:

When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique.

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse?

Word Count: 1420

Warning: self harm, self hate, depression

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When she was little, Charlie went to her father whenever she got the chance to hear him tell a story. Her mother would often tell her no, that he was too busy with important work, but if she managed to sneak away, sometimes she could get him to tell her stories. 

Her favorite was about the marks. 

He would say that once, a very very long time ago, the angels looked down upon humanity and saw their struggles. Sin had taken hold of them leading them astray and causing them to get lost. They worried and they fussed and they discussed, until finally they reached a decision. They could not interfere themselves. Now that humanity had the choice, they had to choose to be good themselves. But perhaps, if they had someone else who could help make them better, happier people, that would help.

So, they made a creature, not an angel and not a demon, with no wings for them to fly away and no eyes to see what was happening around them in the present. They took their creation to a room made just for them on top of the tallest tower in heaven, far away from anything and everything, away from the most holy of places and the most evil. They sealed the creature in, and left them for eternity.

So, they started their work. 

With the powers granted to them, they outstretched their hands, and in an instant they saw all the minds of all humanity. In a moment, they knew everyone’s thoughts and hearts. When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique. Some resembled pictures, others were just a swirl of color and lines, and only those two souls would match each other. 

At first, only humans received these soul marks. It made sense, they were the ones the angels deemed in need of this gift. But isolation leads one to thinking. They wondered why humanity were the only ones to receive such a gift. They knew that, locked away in their empty room in this tower so far away from existence, they knew no one could stop them. So, with a slight twist of their lips, if they did have any, they looked further. 

It wasn’t known who had the first soul mark outside of humanity, whether angel or demon, but it was made clear rather quickly that those naturally born in those realms would also be allowed this gift, though not quite as common. 

“And that is how we all got our marks.” Lucifer told Charlie with a loving smile, cradling the girl in his protective embrace. And every time, she would look up at him with those beautiful, big eyes of hers, full of so much wonder and innocence. He hoped it would never fade. She would giggle with excitement and look at her own mark, a swirl of color on her inner arm. She swore since she was young that it looked like two birds flying together, but he couldn’t see it. Not that it mattered much as long as she was happy. 

“I bet they’re the best person ever! I can’t wait to meet them!” She happily babbled on, and he hummed in agreement, resting his chin on top of her soft hair and returning to the scattered papers on his desk, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper mixing with the sound of his daughters happy chatter. His chest swelled with a never ending fountain of love. 

It was a memory he went back to often as the years turned harsh and empty. In the moments when he felt just as isolated as that poor creature he told Charlie stories about so long ago. In the deadest moments of the night, when it was just him curled up in his far-too-large bed, he sank into those warm memories like a comforting embrace. But it hurt just as much as helped, a reminder of what he had lost and, he believed in his darkest moments, what he would never have again. 

Some nights he would glare at his own mark with red, tear filled eyes. Other nights, it was with a deep longing, the faintest of hopes he knew was pointless and painful. 

When the marks had started appearing so long ago, they appeared only on humans who were just born. Even when the shift happened, it still only appeared with the birth of the demon or angel. Those few who existed before the marks first appeared simply did not get one. For whatever reason, you had to be born with it. 

But Lucifer was not born with his. The only one to just have it appear, as far as he knew. He remembered little about when it happened, but he could vividly recall the sight of when it formed. It was a burst of color, like golden ink sliding up his arm from his wrist and dancing across the pale skin of his arm. He remembered the awe, the confusion, the anxiety, as those golden lines sank into his skin and settled into an array of gold, orange, and pink, like a sunset. It was beautiful, and terrifying. That was when he started wearing the gloves. It was several days before they got the news from heaven about the marks appearing on non-humans.

Of course, he couldn’t hide it from Lillith forever. At the time he thought they had worked through it. He was adamant they could still love eachother deeply despite this mark. The likelihood of him even ever meating whoever this person was was next to impossible. She had his whole heart, his everything. And she seemed to accept it. 

But when she left so many, many years later, that mark, that damned mark, was at the top of her list of reasons. She could only spit out that she was clearly not meant for him as stormed out with Charlie in her arms, his little girl, his world, staring back at him with wide, fear filled eyes. 

And then they were just,,, gone.

He never thought much of the mark until then, his claws digging into the tainted skin as he sobbed and wailed through the night, begging to that being in that damned tower to take it away, to bring back his family. What was the point of it, of any of this?

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse? Everyone else considered it a blessing, a promise that someone was out there for them, a hope that they could one day find their better half. 

But there was no such thing for him. He had love, he had a wife, he had his daughter, everything he could ever want. All this damned mark did was take that from him, ruin his life. He was sure it was punishment for his disobedience. He deserved it after he cursed humanity to sin and evil. He didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve love

Still, he couldn’t stop the anger that bubbled up as he sat alone in bed, glaring at the sunset of colors. The finger that was absentmindedly tracing the lines of color flexed, claw digging into his skin, a line of blood falling from the puncture and dripping onto the white sheets. His face twisted, a mix of fury and pain as he sank all five claws into his arms, tearing, Tears streamed down his face as a sob tore through his lungs. The sheets were stained in gold once more, and he almost felt sorry for the cleaning staff. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he keep himself together for fucking once in his life? 

He knew he was spiraling, but he couldn’t stop. It was only what he deserved, the pain, the injury. Eventually he collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing and gasping, staring at the mess that once was his arm. At least the mark was gone. And yet, he knew it would be back by morning. The damage would heal over and the mark would remain, the reminder of all his failings and downfalls, a reminder of just how worthless and undeserving he was of anything but pain and loneliness and disappointment. 

The bloodloss forced a heaviness on his body and his eyes slid closed, sleep finally taking him into a realm of emptiness.

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 17

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

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Part 17: meeting the overlords

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"I'm sure you can all imagine why I called you here," Lucifer began. "Humans are starting to put together that Full mages are not from their world. As I've stated in previous meetings, we should be revealing ourselves, not waiting to be discovered."

I scanned the face of every Overlord at the table. They were all in their Demon form, some more terrifying than others. There were eighteen Overlords in total but each one had a second hand, putting the overall count at 36 individuals. 37 if you counted the King of Hell.

"A decade ago we had decided to wait some time before revealing ourselves," one of the Overlords said. She had long white horns and huge, white clawed hands. Her eyes were blood shot red. "Why the change of heart?"

My shoulders stiffened when I realized who sat two seats down from her. The man was wearing his pink hat and jacket. It was the owner of the fighting ring who drugged me. I couldn't tell where he was looking with his glasses covering most of his face.

"We were, but then someone went crazy on the surface." The man who spoke wore a navy blue suit and had a flatscreen TV for a face. His voice sounded familiar. "Tricking them with the whole illusion magic doesn't work when you massacre them with the 'illusion'."

"I do believe you were the one who broadcasted the whole thing, old friend," Alastor didn't hesitate. "What was it you said? You're all in for a real treat, tonight?"

"It was your choice to come out the way you did. I was just doing what I do best."

"I fail to see the problem when your broadcast barely had sight of me. We all know how unreliable it can be."

"How about all the people who escaped to tell the--"

"Regardless of how or why it happened, it did," Lucifer interrupted, "and we need to decide what the next steps will be. I'd like to hear from the surface Overlords about announcing ourselves to the surface."

"Now?!" someone yelled from the other end of the table.

"Yes, now," he answered firmly. "Thanks to Alastor's incident--" radio static caught in the Radio Demon's throat "--we'll need to reveal ourselves soon. We need to set our historic record straight and keep it that way."

A moment of silence fell over everyone's head. They looked between each other with various expressions, no one quite sure what to say next. I looked at the Demons standing behind them but most of them had blank stares, revealing nothing about their own thoughts.

"Why do we need to do anything if they're going to figure it out anyways?" someone finally asked.

A woman with large pigtails sitting beside the ring owner laughed. "Do you want to stay an Overlord on the surface? Humans are notorious for killing anything that poses a threat to them."

"We have to show that Demons are more than just humans with more-than-average magic," the TV added. "If we don't, they'll hunt us down for sport. There's more of them than there are of us by a large margin."

"Why are we worrying about being hunted? Humans with Slight magic are no match for Demons." The Overlord was a huge humanoid wolf with neon colors all over.

"Humans together under a common cause are a match for Demons," the woman in white said. "It's important to set a precedent before they realize they can outman us."

"How does thy propose to accomplish such a feat?" This Demon had two sets of bright green eyes and his cloak wrapped tightly around his body.

Demons started looking between Alastor and the TV.

"A television broadcast wouldn't be a bad idea," the TV man smiled.

"Aren't we expecting to reach the entire surface? You barely cover a continent as is," Alastor challenged.

"I advance more with every passing day. It would take less than a month to have a reach all over the surface. Something that can be accomplished if your highness provides proper resources." He nodded his head to Lucifer.

"Yet I've been broadcasting to the entire surface for centuries," Alastor said. "Since the Great Collapse, radio has been the only reliable source of communication."

"Who would believe the word of a Demon who's been tormenting them for hundreds of years?" he snapped back. "People can see a Demon for themselves instead of taking your word."

"Television can be fabricated."

"A radio host can lie."

"They're both important," Lucifer interjected, "and having both can solidify what we're trying to do. Vox, I can provide the resources you need to expand. Alastor, you'll wait for my word before you broadcast." The Radio Demon's eyes narrowed in response.

"What exactly are we broadcasting?" Vox asked, seemingly bored now. He scratched at his bright blue claws. "Humans know Demons as Full mages. Are we merely changing our name?"

"Humans," Lucifer explained, "use the term Full mages to mean anyone who can control more than just the basic elements. But Full mage Humans and Demons are two different species."

"What is the difference?" the neon wolf asked. I was surprised to notice a collection of nods from the rest of the Overlords. How much of their own history did they not know?

"The main difference is that we have control over Existence magic. So dark, chrono, and cosmo magic. Humans have no control over such magic. Demons can control various advance magic, even bending and expanding it, such as technology magic." He gestured to Vox, who casted a smirk in Alastor's direction. "Humans can control very few advance magic. The most I've seen a Human control is four. Demons have access to all, though many of you know it's best to pick a few to master."

"You don't expect to share this information with Humans, do you?" the woman in white questioned. "Giving up such crucial information could lead to our ultimate downfall."

"You're right," Lucifer agreed, "That would give them too much information about us. But we need them to be aware of the difference between Human Full mages and Demons. Aside from appearances of course." He looked down the eighteen frightening faces.

"I say we tell them we can control everything," Pigtails suggested. Well, more like declared. "They'll never know. If we scare them into thinking we can master any and all elements of life, they couldn't imagine fighting against something so powerful. And appearances would just confirm it."

"What happens if they develop the technology to rival our power?" the woman in white asked.

"I don't think you'd be around to see that day," Pigtails shot at her, "And besides, we'll just keep them from getting to that point. They're all about advertising their new inventions. Riding of it and its inventor is easy."

"Thou would be foolish to not prepare for thy future." The man dressed in black with neon eyes spoke before the woman could.

Lucifer nodded. "It's something to be concerned about, but it's something to discuss only after we've revealed ourselves."

"Sooo." Vox ran his long claw across the table so it made a screeching noise. I clenched my jaw and dampened the noise. "We're telling the Humans that we can control any and every element. What happens if they get angry?"

"Surface Overlords have been up there for quite some time." Lucifer crossed his arms. "How would you handle an uprising?"

"Same way as down here," the ring owner beside Vox answered, "Fear, manipulation, and manpower."

"I would advise surface Overlords to maintain and increase this manpower." Lucifer stood from his chair. "I will contact all of you when we are ready to reveal ourselves. As for you two," he looked to Alastor and Vox, "we will speak privately about what exactly you will be broadcasting. This meeting is over."

Everyone filed out of the room within minutes. Rosie casted a smile and a small wave in my direction as she left. As she did, another woman walked in. She wore an all red suite and had long, gorgeous blonde hair. She was followed by a shorter woman who had a lot of silver hair and large red X over her eye.

The pair quickly made their way over to me, the blonde energetically introducing herself as Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer. I was speaking to Princess of Hell.

"Are you really Alastor's soulmate?" She got really close to my face. Alastor casted a glance over his shoulder at me.

"Uh, yeah."

"I can't believe it! I never thought he would have one."

"Doesn't everyone get a soulmate?"

"Demons never had soulmates until they could go to the surface. Once the portal opened they started to get them, so a lot of the old Overlords don't have one." She spoke so fast it was taking an extra effort to comprehend it all.

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"It's pretty cool if you think about it. But you have to tell me what it's like being his soulmate. Ever since I met him he's always bragged about not being chained down to a soulmate."

"Oh uh..." How do you answer a question like that? I noticed Alastor had cocked his head a little to hear better. How was he paying attention to both his conversation and this one at the same time? "He's uh...how long have you known him?"

"Well I've personally known him for only about a century, now."

"Oh. Uh...and how long have you known of him?"

"He's been a nuisance for everyone for centuries," the other girl mused.

"Interesting." I played off my sudden realization.

"So what's he like?" Charlie pressed. "He's always going on about everything just being entertainment and not getting attached to anyone."

"Oh, well, he hasn't really changed then. I didn't think I had one either, quite honestly."

"Were you really a ring fighter?" the other girl abruptly asked.

"Vaggie—"

"What?"

"I was," I answered. "Why do you ask?"

"It was just really cool to watch you fight. I saw the whole thing online. You were amazing!"

"Oh." My face grew warm. "Uh, I really didn't do well."

"Sure you did. Were you taught how to fight or did you learn it from the rings?"

"I learnt it."

"How many rings did you take down?" Charlie asked.

"I think seven? But I didn't really take them down. They started back up a week later." I folded my arms together, drawing in on myself.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Charlie put a hand on my shoulder. I looked between it and her, surprised at how friendly she was being toward me. "I know a thing or two about failure."

"Charlie..."

"It's okay Vaggie."

"What do you mean?" I gently pushed.

"I tried saving my people awhile back and it didn't really work out. I tried to redeem sinners and Demons so they could go to Heaven but...it kinda fell through."

"How come?" I turned to face her completely.

"Well, it was going alright but then the portal to the surface opened. And what was the point of being redeemed when they could relive life on the surface?"

"Oh, that's really bad timing." I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that there was a Heaven and Hell in the first place, and that the Princess of Hell was telling me she was centuries old. She seemed more like my age.

"Yeah. But I figured I would wait and try again in a different way. Reimagine it!" Her eyes widened and she looked like a little kid with a gloriously bad idea.

"I think you totally should," I agreed. "What's the harm in trying again?"

"Exxxactly!" Her smile widened even more. "And you shouldn't give up taking down those fighting rings. Who knows what kind of Demon children are stuck in them? You're the only one giving any of them hope."

My mind started to wander. "Yeah...I guess so."

"We've got to keep in touch." Charlie pulled out her phone.

"Oh, I don't have one," I said nervously.

"Pfft, of course not," Vaggie sent a glare into Alastor's back, "Someone's still in the dark age."

"Yeah, well, Husker is the only one who's got a phone. And it's a pretty old one too."

"We'll connect through him then. I already have his number in my contacts."

"You already know him?"

The two of them laughed. "He and Alastor were a part of my hotel before it went under."

I nodded slowly. Alastor was in a heated discussion with Vox and Lucifer. They were all sending shots back and forth at each other, only Alastor remained in his seat while the other two were on their feet and pointing fingers.

"Maybe give it a break and meet another time?" Charlie quickly walked over. She put a hand on her father's shoulder.

"Charlie is right, per usual." Alastor half bowed his head to her.

"Of course she is," Lucifer crossed his arms. I didn't realize how short he was until Charlie stood next to him. She was my height and yet he was shorter than her shoulders.

"Come dear," Alastor said to me as he stood, "let us go home. This has been quite a productive meeting." It sounded more sarcastic than anything. Vox tried to say something but he was glitching all over. I was shocked I didn't see any smoke coming from his television head.

Charlie and Vaggie both waved as we left. I was close on Alastor's heels until we left the palace. I took the opportunity to look around at Hell. Everything was red but it looked like a normal city. The only give away was its inhuman inhabitants.

Alastor wrapped a hand around my shoulders as we teleported back to the house. I was shocked at the temperature difference. The night had been warm when we left but now the wind was like an icy chill that went right through my bones. Alastor walked ahead but I didn't follow.

"Alastor," I called. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "I um...I'd like...I'd like you to teach me magic, again."

"Why's that?"

I wasn't expecting him to ask why. He's been pushing my training so much, why wouldn't he want me to accept it? I struggled for a response and he let the air hang silent for several moments.

"Because that's how I want the next hundred years to go," I finally said. It was true, to an extent, but I had other reasons for wanting it. Reasons I didn't want him to know.

His eyes narrowed, as if trying to detect the lie. He smiled wide so his yellow teeth showed. "A wise choice, my dear."

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Author's Note:

Lots of dialogue and information but much needed! Looks like things are going to start turning around for us. Feel free to ask questions or leave any comments. I love interacting with you all!

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Oh hi! I'm the one that requested a Chrollo x Fem!reader who's a singer singing the song criminal (by lady Gaga) so the reader sings the song criminal

"He is a bad boy with a tainted heart and even I know this ain't smart, but Mama I'm in love with a criminal"

But I also want her to sing another line the:

"he is a villain by the devil's law, he is a killer just for fun, fun, fun,fun, that mans a snitch and unpredictable, he's got no conscious he got none, none, none"

I thought these lyrics would describe Chrollo, but even though the reader has not found out Chrollo is her soulmate yet, Lmao, let's just say Chrollo went inside the building to steal or something along with the phantom troupe and there seems to be a concert, which turns out to be his own soulmates concert🤭

You didn't specify any particular au, so I went with one I've seen bouncing around on Pinterest from, like, Tumblr lol. I hope this is an entertaining read! It was a good lil break from the editing for me and p fun to write. Even if I am very rusty with hxh still. 😅😅

Also, I once answered an ask and said Chrollo is unlabelled and not picky, so I decided to shake things up by him going on a date with a dude here. I mean no ill harm with that, just thought it'd be a fun nod to that headcanon. Chrollo's sexuality is crime, nothing more lololol

Chrollo Lucifer did a lot of things for the spiders. From sleeping with someone to get his people a foot in the door of prime targets, to amoral killing. So, taking a man on a date to a concert was nothing new or challenging. Was it a date he particularly enjoyed? No, the dark-haired criminal was far more interested in reading than the squealing and screaming of fans over some vapid singer. Was this art collector his soulmate? No, Chrollo still saw the world as if he lived in some old noir murder movie, so he truly held no worth to him beyond the well-guarded goods his home held hostage.

Yet, there the ebony-haired thief stood. Swaying mindlessly to the opening act, pretneding to be interested in experiencing this man's favorite artist with him, internally counting down until he could politely suggest his date take him home to hook up.

However, the evening that Chrollo was almost certain would be highlighted by nothing except drunk, sloppy sex and a good heist was abruptly thrown into a centerfuge when that main attraction belted out her first note. "He is a hustler, he's no good at all~"

And the world imploded into color.

Of all the ways Chrollo lucifer had thought he'd run into his soulmate, on a heist was the most likely, yet the one he least desired. If he had it his way, he'd meet his destined beloved on one of his off days, when he was left to his books and thoughts. Yet, there was no denying it. With each word sang from the siren on stage, his world grew more vibrant and colorful. "He is a bad boy with a tainted heart, and even I know this aint smart~" She sang, flinging an arm over her eyes to match the drama of her words as she continued. And while, yes, Chrollo still didn't exactly enjoy the hysterics of the crowd or the shrill whistle of the music over the speakers, the sheer novelty of the clashing outfits and seeing things in such a new way washed that inhibition away.

Before he knew it, the thief was weaving through the crowd to get closer, as if magnetically pulled to the woman on stage. Naturally, followed by his date, but the man was pushed to the back burner for now. The only thing on the leader of the spiders' mind was getting closer to his soulmate and drinking in each and every one of the colors on her body. And, as if to reward that impulsive decision, the singer looked directly at him with a coy, almost knowing look when she sang, "He is a villain by the devil's law~ He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun.~" Swishing her carefully-colored clothes with each flick of her hips to the words. "That man's a snick and unpredictable~ He's got no conscious he's got none, none, none, none.~"

It was such a brief interaction. One Chrollo was almost certain held no weight for the singer, as she was just as quick to flash a smile to the next eager man to move closer to her, but for Chrollo, her words were almost a message.

Chrollo'd complete his mission. He'd seduce this art collector, get into his house, rob him blind, and maybe kill him. But after that. After that, he would be certain to turn his entire attention to tracking down his soulmate. Those colors were just too nice to give up after just a simple taste.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #Chrollo Lucifer #Chrollo Lucifer x reader #fem!Reader #Chrollo Lucifer x Fem!reader #ask #soulmate au

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Soul Bound [Obey Me! x Gn!MC][Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles

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As the door burst open, the male went inside the court room like area, specifically going over to MC as they were the only person that he didn’t know. “Hey! Just who do you think you are, human?! You’ve got a lotta nerve summoning the Great Mammon.” He looked at them, inching his face closer as he stared intensely at them.

“Listen up, because I’m only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you’ll hand over all your money now! and anything valuable! Otherwise I’ll wipe that stupid happy go lucky look right off of ya face...by eating ya! Startin’ at your head and working down till-”

“Mammon, Shut up or I’ll punch you.” Without a warning, Lucifer punched Mammon’s chest causing him to take a few steps back to balance himself. “Gah! You are meant to give me a chance to shut up before punching me!” Mammon yelled towards his brother as he moved his hand to touch where he got punched. 

“Mc, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all forms of it.” Satan started to explain. “Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly find themselves awashed with money. But from what I hear, if he decides to break it off with someone, that wealth evaporates and they are left without Grimm to their name..”

“And he is a Masochist. That part’s important.” Asmodeus added on to Satan’s comment. Lucifer spoke after his brothers finished. “Indeed. and it just so happens I have a job for my maschist of a brother.”

“Stope telling lies! I ain’t asking for that punch! and I AIN’T a masochist!” Mammon hissed towards his brothers, before Lucifer continued to explain that Mammon was looking after MC while they were here.

Mc glances all over Mammon, see if they could spot anything. they noticed a few light f/c and yellow pen notes over his arm that was hidden underneath his sleeve. Mc pulled up their sleeve to see the said marks on their arm too along. So this was the Yellow Soulmate.

So far, Mc could cross off a few from their list of soulmates. Some of their soulmates were demons! How would they explain this to their guardian when they get back home. What did they do to whatever god above to let this happen to them.. “Hey Human!” Mc looked up at Mammon as he grabbed onto their arm and started to drag them a bit. “We’re leaving.” He clearly was annoyed to be stuck in this situation. Mc could agree....They just want to go back home...

“Stupid Lucifer.” Mammon grumbled as he kicked a few rocks on the pathway. Mc just silently watched as they continued to follow behind. They couldn’t speak, or else Mammon may spill that they can speak to Lucifer and Diavolo, and that wouldn’t be good. Maybe the library will have a book on sign language...

Mc tapped Mammon on the shoulder, who grumbled and turned around. Mc pulled out their D.D.D and started to type before showing it to Mammon. ‘Is there a library close by? I need to get a book.’ Mammon took a moment to read the message. “There is. What ever book ya want, Satan will have it...” Mammon didn’t want to stop just for Mc to pick up a book that they most likely have.

“Ya know I ain’t scared of Lucifer. And I can say no to him! I only agreed to babysit ya because...um Well you know... It doesn’t matter! Just don’t go thinking that I’m scared of him!” Mc just nodded their head a bit.

“What is up with ya. Can’t you human speak or something.” Mc slowly nodded their head a bit. “Ugh...whatever. Let’s move on.” Mammon opened the gate and headed inside with Mc behind him.

“This is the House of Lamentation. It’s one of the dorms here at RAD.” Mammon explained to Mc, who was looking around at the entrance. “Well, its not JUST one of the dorms. It’s the dorm reserved for the student council members! I’m a big shot round here! And regular big shots are impressed by me being a big shot! So don’t ya think I’m any ordinary demon!” Mc listened a bit as they glanced around the area, noticing nearby bulletin board. MC took off one of the flyers mentioning about opening job positions..

“Oi, lets get going. I need to show you your room. Go take a look at the flyers later.” He watches as MC places it back and pinned it to the board before going back over to him. “If ya wanna survive even a day here in the Devildom, you’d better listen REAL close to what I’m about to say. If a demon looks like it’s gonna attack ya....run away. Either that or die-” Mammon soon got interrupted by a new voice.

“How about this. I vote for YOU to die, Mammon.” A familar orange symbol was settled on the new person’s hand. A snake with a gaming controller.

Now joining the scene. Mr Orange Soulmate

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Jungkook 🐰 Fic Rec (2)

Note.

💜 = personal favorites | ✓ = completed | ✐ = ongoing | ✗ = discontinued, on hiatus | strike through = deactivated, deleted

f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst

Oneshots/Drabbles

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

Bad Omega, Sweet Omega (10k) s, a, f | werewolf au, omega jungkook

Part of the Bad And Sweet Trilogy

Caught Inbetween (2k) s | hybrid au (*on ao3)

Bunny Adventures (13.6k) s | hybrid au

Courage (2k) f | hybrid au, pining (*on ao3)

Depend on Me (13.1k) s | hybrid au, childhood friends to lovers

Not a Creature was Stirring (10k) horror, s | hybrid au, fantasy au

Explorer (17.8k) f, s | alien au, strangers to friends to lovers + Drabble

Chronicles of My Witchy GF 💜 (31.8k) f, s, crack | witch au, established relationship

Suck It Up! (9.7k) f, s | vampire au, college au, friends-to-lovers

Lucifer (13.5K) s | demon au

Graceful Gods (26k) a, s, f, slight crack | greek god au, strangers to lovers, college au

Worshipers of the Sea (16.3k) f, a | god au

Part of The Worshiper Series

Roommate / Neighbor AU

Pencil Strokes & Paint Splatters (20.2k) f, s | best friends to lovers, roommate au

Part of the And They Were Roommates series

Piss Off Your Parents (16.4k) a, s | fake dating au, roommate au, bad boy au

Helping Hand (23.4k) s, f, a | roommate au, best friends to lovers

Red Carnations f | roommate au

In the Pool with the Neighbour 💜 s | neighbor au

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Show Me Something 💜 (51.7k) heavy a, s | road trip, friends to enemies to lovers, first love

The Present (22.3k) a, s | friends to lovers

I Know I Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (28k) f, light a | fake dating au, best friends to lovers

The Favor ® (5.5k) s, f | idol au, actress reader, best friends to lovers

Holidating (12.8k) f, s, baby a, crack | best friends to lovers

Strictly Platonic (19.4k) f, a, s | best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au

At the End of the Day (13.3k) f, s, little a | high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au

Southpaw (30k) a, s | childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au

Gotcha f, a, s | childhood friends to lovers

Sister Story: The Days Without You a, f | (yoongi x reader)

Calla Lilies (6.2k) a | hanahaki au, friends to lovers

Part of the Flora & Fauna Series

My Dear Friend s, light a | friends to lovers, fuckboy, college au

Opposable (7.5k) crack, f, s, a | zookeeper, best friends to lovers

Part of the Zookeeper Bangtan Series

A Thousand Reasons Why 💜 (43.1k) f, a, s, crack | friends to lovers

A Night at the Mall (8.6k) s, f | friends to lovers

Can’t Be Without You (30.2k) a, f, s | best friends au, underground fighter au

Willow (23.7k) a, f, s | college au, best friends to lovers

Not Like You (28k) f, a | dilf au, boxer au, childhood enemies/friends

Golden 💜 (4k) s | brother's best friend (*on ao3)

Backseat Bickers (1.7k) f, crack | brother's best friend, enemies

College / High School AU

La Douleur Exquise (9.4k) a f | college au, unrequited love

The Spins (10.3k) s | college au, frat au

Falling (31.4k) a, f, s | soulmate/destiny au, college au, photographer jungkook

10 Things I Hate About You a, f | college au, enemies to lovers

You’ve Got Mail (12.9k) a, f | college au, exes to lovers

Calling You Mine (8.5k+) f | college au, strangers to friends to lovers

Heart Taping (3.3k) f, smidge of a | high school au, soccer player, enemies to lovers

Addiction (9k) s | high school au, yandere au

Artist / Idol / Band AU

A Date with Destiny (11k) f, s, comedy | idol au, strangers to lovers

Inked (5.3k) s | tattoo artist

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before (30.7k) s, f, a | fake dating au, co-workers to lovers

Bonus (4.7k) crack, f, s | co-workers to lovers, office au + Drabble

Other AUs

Anything for You (1k) f | established relationship

Exile (20.5k) f, a, s | established relationship (*on ao3)

Lover (2.1k) f, crack | established relationship

Mercy (1.3k) slight crack, f, s | established relationship

Good Girl (1.9k) f, s | established relationship

Ancient History (12.8k) a s f | exes to lovers, actor au

After I Left You (38.9k) a, f | exes au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers, unrequited feelings

We Belong Together (5.8k) a, s | soft yandere, toxic relationship

Take a Sip (9.4k) s, f | countryclub au (waiter jungkook x rich reader)

Spring Blooms 💜 (20k) f | florist au

Officially Yours (4k) f, s | arranged marriage, friends to lovers

Mugs & Kisses (6k) f | barista au, strangers to lovers

In the Night (2.3k) s, thriller | yandere au, stalking

Covert Affairs (4.3k) s, a | spy au, enemies to lovers

Go to Town (1.4k) s | pwp

Of Honey and Cinnamon (14k) f | slice of life, enemies to lovers

We Are All Dreamers (16.5k) s, a | soulmate au, enemies to lovers

Epilogue: A Touch of Fate (9.2k) s, a

(Road)tripping for You (31k) f, a bit a | roadtrip au, strangers to lovers, only-one-bed au, summer au

Jeon Jungkook Must Die (14.1k) s

Completed Series

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

Law of the Nature a f | hybrid au, shifter au, enemies to lovers (2 ch ✓)

With Glass Between Us 💜 a, f | merman au (3 ch + Drabble ✓)

Roommate / Neighbor AU

Caught f | roommate au, slice of life (11 ch ✓)

With a Sense of Innocence f, s | college au, neighbor au, friends to lovers, mutual pining (4 ch ✓)

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Day by Day a, eventual f & s | dilf, best friends to lovers, unrequited love (12 ch ✓)

The Wishlist s, f, a | best friends to lovers, one sided love (6 ch ✓)

Our Little Private Love Affair f, a, crack/humor | (secret) established relationship, friends to lovers (series of drabbles)

Puzzle s, comedy, a | best friends to lovers, fwb au, college au (8 ch ✓)

Bad Boy Good Thing a, s | fwb au, college au, friends to lovers (18 ch ✓)

College / High School AU

Hands on Me f, mild a, s | college au, established relationship (2 ch ✓)

Take My Hands Now drama, a | college au, fuckboy (12 ch ✓)

Popular-ish f, s, a | college au, friends to lovers (14 ch ✓)

Salvage a, f | college au (ft. taehyung) (6 ch ✓)

Sugar and Coffee f, a | pâtisserie school au, enemies to friends to lovers (23 ch ✓)

Part of The Slice of Life Series

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

Cardiovascular Palpitations f, a, s | fwb, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)

Spin-off: Cut Me Open a, s | married couple, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓) (yoongi x reader)

From Home 💜 f, a, s | fake dating, co-workers to lovers, enemies to lovers, ceo au (12 ch ✓)

In Love with Love (with You) 💜 f | office au, frenemies/childhood friends to lovers (10 ch ✓)

Other AUs

Live Through This a, s | exes to frenemies to lovers, band au, punk au (2 ch ✓)

Red 💜 f, s, a | pregnancy au, exes to lovers (3 ch ✓)

Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)

On My Mind f, s | established relationship (2 ch ✓)

4-7-8 💜 semi-heavy a | established relationship (5 ch ✓)

Gone 💜 eventual s | best friends to enemies to lovers, high school au (10 ch ✓)

Incompleted Series

Always You f, a, possible s | second chances au (1 ch ✐ - Jan 27, 2022)

An Ode to a Broken Heart heavy a, future s | unrequited love, best friends (20 ch ✐ - Mar 13, 2024)

All I Want f, s | best friends to lovers, fuckboy au (5 ch ✐ - Oct 21, 2022)

Netflix & Chill s, f, a | (11 ch ✐ - Aug 23, 2021)

Dilf JK s f | (6 ch ✐ - Jan 8, 2023)

Colour Me In f, a, s | fake dating au (18 ch ✐ - Jan 7, 2024)

Against the Odds s, a, f | established relationship, love triangle au (8 ch + Drabbles ✐ - Nov 11, 2022)

Sequel to Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)

Most Undesirable a, eventual s | bridgerton au, regency era (1 ch ✐ - Jul 25, 2022)

Darknets a | yandere au (3 ch ✐ - June 27, 2022)

Vixen s | hybrid au (9 ch ✗ - Jul 4, 2022)

Like the Wind | hybrid au, strangers to lovers (3 ch ✗ - Jul 17, 2022)

*I'll try to update the list regularly, considering these recs also as my reading library ;) update: some of my fav authors are deactivated on tumblr but i'll try to update link to their ao3/wattpad etc. instead or simply just keep the list just in case they decide to reactivate again :D

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