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bubblyani · 3 years

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The Scar

(Michael Demiurgos x Reader)

A Michael Demiurgos One Shot

Summary: It’s 4 am, and a daring act causes you to confess something important to Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer’s twin brother. All because of that scar.

Genre: Fluff (its worth it, trust me)

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Author’s Note: @real-michael-demiurgos you genius! This post of yours somehow suddenly made me think of a scenario, which finally evolved into this fic of feels. Look what you made me do, Thank you! And Michael fans, hello again! And Enjoy y’all!

Temporary. The highs, the peaks or the climaxes of almost anything in life is quite short-lived.

The same applies to the atmosphere in a night club. Crowds congregate, energy created, dollars spent and sparks caused between known folk or mere strangers. But come a certain time, it all slows down, alcohol wears down and exhaustion creeps in. And the lingering folk would find shelter in the available seats of sofas and bar stools in the premises.

That was LUX at around 4 am.

The floors may not have been dirty and sticky as the other clubs. Yet the atmosphere was quite similar to the rest. And there you were, sitting on the barstool you’ve made home for several hours, watching a certain Angel refill his lowball glass.

And no, it was not the infamous Angel who owned this establishment. But his twin, the one who owned a recently “gifted” scar.

The scar. A hint of sadness crept over you, which you shook away at an instant.

“I swear, my kidneys won’t last a WEEK if I keep up with you” You exclaimed. “So you always tell me” Michael grinned, proceeding to clink his 15th glass of vodka with your 3rd.

In hopes of being a hospitable human, and a supportive friend to Lucifer, you went out of your way to befriend his twin brother Michael a few months earlier. Despite the short period he intended to remain on earth, you vowed to show him the positivities of living amongst humanity and to prove how it changed Lucifer for the better. You hoped through this, he even consider being a better sibling to both Lucifer and Amenadiel, making amends for the damages caused by stealing Morningstar’s identity leading to sabotage.

In honesty, Lucifer found your faith in his brother quite futile, and he never failed to mention in to you every now and then.

“Darling, he’s the ‘pooper’ to my ‘party. The ‘kill’ to my ‘buzz’. I certainly don’t see what good will come of him being here” you remembered his distinctive response from one time.

Amenadiel as expected, admired your generosity. “I know you’re not that religious, but I hope you know my father would be proud to see humans such as yourself here on earth” his soothing timbre was just as comforting as his pat on your back. Yet, it did not stop him from warning you about his brother’s deceitful nature.

Michael on the other hand, found your attempt of bonding quite uninteresting at first. Similar to a teenager reacting to their parent’s futile attempts of humor. However, once drinks came into add flavor to the conversation, a friendship was formed. Your attempts were strengthened when he found some interest in your line of work. Thus, enabling you both to work together. Only after you succeeded in convincing your boss in the Law Firm.

“A Consultant? Ah just like his brother, Lucifer” “Well, a Special Legal Consultant, Joseph” you remembered correcting your boss as you introduced Michael to him. The older man was impressed to your relief.  “Wow! This is a treat. Justice certainly runs in the family, isn’t that right, Mr. Morningstar?” “Demiurgos, actually. Not Morningstar” Michael corrected whilst clearing his throat. “Oh, I’m sorry” leaning to you, “is that a pseudonym?” Joe inquired in a whisper. To which you just shrugged, “Not sure. Maybe it’s cause he’s not a fan of nepotism? You know with Lucifer at LAPD-” “Ah! Of course” clapping his hands out loud, Joseph extended his wrinkled hand, “I admire your principles… Mr.Demiurgos” he stressed, shaking his hand. The pleased and acknowledged look Michael wore was unforgettable in your memory.

Flash forward to the present, he still wore the same expression. And you could not be more proud of him. With the insecurities he braved enough share with you over alcohol, it was a development to find him more confident and in his element and providing service to humanity.

Even if that meant protecting justice via conquering mountains of paper work.

A song of a slow yet moderate rhythm began to play, And in contrast, Maze surprised you both by slapping her hands on both pairs of shoulders.

“Hmmm…Weird” she said.

“Guilty!” To which you and Michael both replied in sync, leading to chuckles. Maze however, was not amused. “I mean, Weird to see YOU here so late” the demon stressed, squeezing between both stools, “What about the ‘oh, no no. I’m too old. I have work tomorrow’ excuse, Miss Associate Attorney?” “First of all, great impression of me” you replied, “But tonight, WE are celebrating…” “…on closing the case” to which Michael finished with pride. Maze’s eyes widened: “ You mean, THAT case?” She inquired, receiving both your nods of agreement.

A certain domestic abuse case caught your attention a few weeks back through a social worker contact. While trying to raise her son, a mother struggled with survival trying to save her job and not get permanent bedridden by the violent harassment of her estranged husband. It surprised you how Michael and even Maze grew quite sensitive to this case, thus enabling them to use all of their energy to help to make a legal case.

“Thanks to you, Maze, we found that S.O.B of a husband” Michael began, raising his glass to her. Now it was your turn to widen your eyes: “Did…Michael just use the word S.O.B?” Maze cackled, “Looks like the nerd is learning” Offended, Michael’s eyebrows lifted, “Nerd? Excuse me?” “Oh, Come on! Mr.I-love-Paperwork? Like that’s any cooler ” “I think we found your new Pseudonym, Michael” you laughed, watching him shake his head at you very amused, “And tomorrow, thanks to the BOTH of you” you added, pointing at them, “I… can actually take a Bray off-I mean… a Day off. Hah!” You could not help but laugh at your slurring, “Whoo! Someone’s tipsy” you said, trilling your lips as you pushed your drink away.

Agreed. As careful as you were to slow down your intake throughout the whole night, you finally were feeling the effects. Being more light footed than usual, for example. Those first steps of intoxicated whimsy.

“Alright!” Maze volunteered, finishing the rest of your drink, “Lemme know if you need a ride home, Missy” she said to you before looking glancing upon Michael, “See you, Weirdo”

Scoffing, the angel watched her return to a group of eager women in the corner sofa. “First nerd, now Weirdo?” Michael inquired, very much confused. “Well, isn’t it obvious?” You both jumped upon hearing Maze’s response from afar, “Scar-face!” She added with tease. The Scar. A sense of sadness came over you. Especially when you noticed Michael hunching all the sudden.

He sighed, “Once a torturer, always a torturer” he muttered to himself, resting his weaker right arm on the table, looking at his glass. It was evident he caught his own reflection in the glass, especially the reflection of that mark on his face.

“Awww, don’t mind her” you said, turning to him fully, “She’s a big softie but doesn’t even know it” you added, in attempt to change the subject. He chuckled: “Unbiased” he looked at you, “You’ve not changed a bit, Thank you” warmth carried in his tone. For he meant it.

Nodding to each other, you both fell into silence staring into their glasses. Just then, you realized.

“Michael…” you turned in your stool towards him once again, “I hope you know, I wouldn’t have been able to go through so many cases in such a short time if it wasn’t for you, Thank you”

Which made him stare at you with surprise,

“Why are saying all this all the sudden?” He inquired.

“Well, I just realized you’re going away soon” Jaw dropped, it seemed Michael also just realized it, “Of course” he scoffed, “How could I forget?” Smiling which seemed not as enthusiastic.

“I just hope you know that, you helped a lot of people while you were here. You did good. And… I’m proud of you”

Heaviness existed in your heart all the sudden uttering those words. The realization that one day, he will offer you one last look, wish you well and fly out of your life, possibly forever. You will definitely miss him. More than you could imagine. Sitting straight up once again, Michael flashed a soft smile: “Well, You’re very welcome” Your heart felt a slight warmth. For it was a smile that suited him. A smile he did not have months before. A smile that softened the hardness brought on by his scar.

“Your Scar!” Those words left your mouth so quick, Michael almost spat his drink, “…do-does it still hurt?”

And there it was, that hunched posture of his had returned. Your heart grew heavier. It could have not been helped. Ever since you met him, you swore yourself you would not dare engage in that topic with him. Yet, tonight.

A slower song began to play in the club. Averting his eyes for a few seconds, Michael looked at you only to scoff: “Please!” He began, looking back at his glass, “You make it sound like it hurt in the first place” And there he was, in denial. “Ugh!” You rolled your eyes, “Pride doesn’t look good on you” “Oh yeah? Wait-What are you-” Nothing could prevent you from sliding off your bar stool. And certainly no force could have prevented you from cupping his face. Just so you could take a proper look at it.

“Whoa!” You breathed, “That demon blade is no joke, huh?” You inquired, your fingers running through his dark, messy hair just to push it back. Michael cleared his throat: “It’s fine I-” “No, it’s not” Your insistence doused with hurt, was stressed as you looked at him straight. Taking a deep breath, you went: “Deserved or not, it definitely must have hurt. And that’s important to acknowledge that”

How could you not have talked to him about this before? If you did not, who would have?

The mere thought could tempt you towards tears. A side of you felt liberated. As if you could feel sorry for him without any bounds. Syncopated with the rhythm of the song in the background, your fingers longed to trace the scar. From his forehead, over his nose and towards his right cheek. You longed to be gentle. To be inquisitive. Your fingers, that were. Posing the important queries: Did anyone ever care about this? Did anyone really not ask him? Before your heart could feel heavier, you craved to permit your lips make contact with the broken skin instead. Posing different queries: Did it take long to heal? Did not a single soul bother to tend to this wound when it was still fresh? No one around to provide him the comfort he needed when he screamed? You longed to press your lips on it, making a silent prayer for him.

“Whoa! What’s this?” Maze’s inquisitive words caused you to blink. You gasped.

For there you were, cupping Michael’s face, not only to imagine tending to his scar. But to have done it in real time. Your longings were not longings at all, but real actions. It was evident by the surprised expression in his face. Along with Maze, and most folk lingering close by.

Cheeks heating up, your airways began to feel clogged up. “I-um-” hands leaving his face in flash, you looked down, “excuse me-” With your heart beating in high speed, all you knew was that you longed for some air. Before you suffocated to death.

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“Linda! I know you’re sleeping right now. Unless you’re feeding Charlie or something but-whatever! I'm sending this cause… I need to talk to you later. I uh-I think I did something kinda crazy. It’s…it’s about Michael, actually. Just-call me when you see this in the morning”

Pressing the SEND button on your phone, you looked up. Deep breaths were all you could take as you stood outside. Your exhales appeared in the form of white fog in the narrow and dark alleyway just few blocks away from LUX. With very little people outside at the time, you had space to recollect and realize what on earth you just did.

You only hugged Michael once in all the 3, 4 months you knew him. And even then you were aware he was not the biggest fan of it. Yet, then again it was quite early on. You had promised yourself if you were ever to hug him again, it only would be when he eventually leaves earth. Or when he felt ready to indulge in it.

But what could have possibly driven you to go this far?

All the sudden, you were very much aware of the chill in the air tonight. Shivering, you held onto your forearms to rub them. With eyes closed, you leaned against the cool, brick wall. The mere thought of touching his face brought you goosebumps. Not to mention planting your lips on his face. Pressing your lips together, you attempted to recall the feeling of his skin. Hypnotic was all you could remember. The manner in which he let out a soft gasp then at that moment, forced a heavy sigh out of you. Did you by chance ruin everything? Did you embarrass him with vulnerability? Will he never show his face to you again? Will you never hear his voice?

“THERE you are!”

You jumped, upon hearing Michael’s voice just then. Opening your eyes, there he stood before you with a look of pure, innocent relief. As if he had found something he had lost in desperation, “What are you doing HERE?” He inquired.

“I-uh” with a nervous chuckle, you shrugged, “Just needed some air-Wait!” You paused, “Were you…looking for…me?”

Michael threw you a look, as if you had lost your mind, “Of course I was” he cried out, “You left so quickly I had no idea where you’d gone”

And that was when a query in you, was answered involuntarily. All the while you watched this Arch Angel go out of his way to explain his desperate search for you:   “I was looking for you everywhere. In the toilets, the office rooms. Hell! Even at Lucifer’s Penthouse, and you KNOW how I am not invited there anymore. But thankfully he wasn’t there…”

Warmth trickled down your heart and soul when all your inner queries received answers. Answers that had been living in you, dormant for some time. And you knew you did not need to wait for Linda’s opinion anymore.

“And finally! I came out to look. And who knew there was an alleyway or whatever you call them-” “Michael…” His name was soft on your lips, silencing him in an instant.

Even more so when you were brave enough to take a step towards him.

And cup his face once more. His tone matched up to yours when he uttered your name in return. Except with confusion. Gulping deep, you let out a shaky breath:

“I think…” you shook your head, “not think-I KNOW…” nodding with certainty, your eyes searched for his, taking another deep breath: “…that I have feelings…for you…”

Those beautiful orbs of his, they widened. With liberation taking over your system, you gazed at them deeper. Lips parting, Michael’s confused, tense face began to loosen at last: “So…what happened at LUX a few minutes ago-”

“Impulse move” A sad smile formed on your face, “An impulse move, planned for a long time” you scoffed, “A part of me didn’t wanna admit it. More times, actually. I told myself I was being delusional. But with every case we did, I realized time is short for a human like me. And I-” you paused, “I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting it” your left thumb touched his scar, “I care about you, Michael. Very much” you said, when the thumb began to trace down the healed skin, causing his eyes to flutter, “I don’t care if I was the first or the millionth one to say that to you, I don’t” you breathed with affection, listening to his shivers, “I care for you regardless” the more you spoke, the braver you began to feel. And his look of genuine surprise was the cherry on top, “I care enough to love you like any lover would do and more, Or…” gulping, you wore a sad smile, “I care for you enough to just stay friends, if that is what you choose” Tears were a certainty in a few seconds when the worst scenario came to mind, “And care enough to leave you alone forever, if I had ruined this for the both of u-”

Until all the sudden, your tears were on hold.  When Michael hushed your lips, with his very own.

Waves of shock traveled through you, for the mere thought of his lips touching yours was nothing but a fantasy. Pulling away, you looked at him with wide eyes: “What-” you mumbled, “…that was?-”

“An impulse move” he breathed, his nose brushing against yours before his softened eyes locked in with yours: “… planned for a long time”

Complete disbelief took control of you for a mere few seconds, until happiness, until euphoria poked its head in. Until it entered and convinced you, this was the first ever time you felt this amount of joy. And set your heart to dance to the fastest, grooviest song ever. That acknowledgement, his acknowledgment rang in your ears longer than it should.

“Well…” you whispered, hands still holding his face, “do you wanna make that move again?”

“YES-” Michael’s enthusiastic response was the fuel to the little spark he caused in you, creating an absolute fire when both lips reunited in a fully fledged kiss.

Passionate, lips fed each other as if the kiss was a fine meal after being starved for days. As if the kiss was water after thirsting in a scorching desert. All for an Angel who was never given the love he once deserved, and a woman who badly longed to provide him that said-love. Except both never dared to admit it all.

Until now. Hidden desires had seen the light.

Despite your greed to linger in his lips forever, you yet managed to pull away, only to place a trail of hungry kisses over his scar. From the top that rested on his forehead, through his nose and ending with his right cheek, each kiss was long and warm and assuring. Moans left your lips when you sensed Michael’s hungry mouth began to feast on your jawline and neck til then. Deprivation of love, or the self denial of it leads to great frustration. And this was the result.

“Oh, Michael-” you cried, before attacking his lips once again. Kissing back, the angel held you tighter. Even his right arm seemed to have forgotten its ailment. This time, his tongue made it’s eager debut. But so did yours. Enveloping tightly, they deepened their kiss, causing the two to lean against the brick wall for support. For you felt weightless, with endless flight of butterflies going mad in your stomach. So mad, the heat, the fire had traveled down to the region between your thighs. You wondered if it was the mere celestial effect, or the intensity of your attraction with Michael that led you to this level of arousal. You were certain fire would literally engulf you, if it was not for the loud taxi passing by, causing you both to pull away in shock.

“If-” Michael panted, “if this is you…asking me to stay back a little longer-” “I am” you answered breathless, “But, only if you want to-” “I want to…”

His quick response, that enthusiasm, seemed more precious to you than all the money in the world at that very moment. The morning chill had no effect on you, all the sudden. Running your fingers over his scar once again, you took a deep breath:

“When I said I have feelings for you-ah!…” you gasped when his lips kissed your hand, “…it’s…it’s not only for one side of you, it’s not only for your good, your virtues. It’s also for the bad, your sins, intentional or accidental” you whispered gazing into his eyes. Breath shaking with emotion, his lips formed into a soft smile:

“You mean it?” He inquired.

Smiling in return, you kissed the tip of his nose, “Every… single… corner of yourself…” you confirmed, pressing his hand over your chest, “…they have my heart .Y-YOU have my hear-”

Passion had zero patience when Michael’s lips crashed into yours once again.

“Do you-” he breathed into your lips, “ …wanna go back inside?” He inquired, motioning towards LUX. You shook your head.

“No, I wanna go home” you answered, tugging at his turtleneck collar while biting your lower lip, “But only if you come with me…”

Sheer longing, and sheer lust was evident in your tone, and also in your eyes. Not to mention every cell in your entire body. You needed him tonight, in more ways than one. And like a sponge, Michael absorbed it all, sharing your sentiments exactly when his eager lips swooped in to agree, while his wings flapped open to fly with purpose.

And he had his scar to thank.

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charliedawn · 3 years

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Lucifer part 4

" K..Kill Father ?"

Lucifer utters almost inaudibly, as if he—himself—is in complete shock at the notion. His eyes open wide in stupor as he seems to ponder the possibility. Killing Father ? It couldn't be possible..Could it ? He looks at Michael that seems as shocked as him, but hides it better as he clears his throat before asking.

" I don't want to sound like a stick in the mud, but 1) Dad is..well..Dad. And 2) Even if we could, why would we ever help you ?"

Lilith only snickers before opening her hand to make three medallions appear.

" There is a prophecy as old as Time. An angel disguised as the devil, the devil disguised as an angel and the black sheep among the flock, feared and loved by both sides, would together reach the power to overthrow god himself.."

Michael only snorts at Lilith's words, but she doesn't seem destabilized by it. She just smiles knowingly at him before extending her hand even further towards you three. You look at the medallions and are immediately drawn to them. You reach out for the brightest and carefully take it, not noticing how your own skin seems to be glowing as well.

Lucifer and Michael stare at you in awe as you put the medallion around your neck. Lucifer and Michael follow you and you see Michael glowing in a strong black aura while Lucifer's aura is a vibrant gold. However, something unexpected happens. You scream when Lilith touches you. It burns. Lilith chuckles, knowing that she'd won and you would free her of her prison..She approaches you by behind and delicately traces your collarbone with the tip of her fingertips, the burning sensation worsening.

"What are you doing ?! What are you doing to her ?!"

Lucifer shouts, but Lilith ignores him, her eyes on you and the blackened skin where she had touched you. Light meets Darkness.

" You desire her..and you fear her. Such a sweet innocent little insignificant angel, and yet..She succeeded in bringing two of the most powerful beings in the universe to their knees. I wish Adam could do the same..Unfortunately, he only wanted me on his knees, doing whatever he wanted just because he was the man. Chloe, the human woman, feared Lucifer but didn't fear Michael. Amazing how she gave you the exact opposite than what you wanted, huh ? Like your so-called mother. The replacement. God thought he could replace me. But, you are my sons ! And I intend to make them pay ! And, she is the key !"

Her eyes leave no room for discussion and as she sees the power she holds on them, just by having you by her side..They are trembling, staring at you with such worry written all over their features at your screams of pain that it almost makes Lilith want to release you. Almost..

" See ? Father knew exactly what was going on with you three..He knew that you would stop at nothing to save her..He sent Lucifer away and made Michael into the coward that he is ! He made me lose you and he will do the same to your precious angel without an ounce of hesitation ! I love you, my sons ! I love you so much..and He took you away from me."

Lucifer is the first to answer, glaring at Lilith with uncharacteristic emotion, so human..

" This is no solution ! Father never wanted to hurt anyone !"

Lilith instantly yells back.

" And yet, he did ! He hurt me !"

A heavy silence unfolds as the two winged men seem at a loss on how to satisfy Lilith and make her release you. Finally, her amber eyes fall on the two beings and she commands.

" Kneel.."

Her voice is cold, icy even..It's an order that they can't disobey, not when she has you as an hostage. Lucifer is the first to kneel, knowing that if there is one person he would ever kneel willingly for, it is you. He loves you and just holding your gaze seems too much of a burden..Michael quickly follows with his eyes fixed to the ground, shaking with rage at his powerlessness. Lilith only chuckles before demanding you to kneel as well. However, your response comes as a surprise as you spat bitterly.

"The bird never kneels in front of the worm.."

You open your wings and succeed in releasing yourself from her iron grip. You grab Lucifer and Michael's hands before running to the sword. You couldn't let her escape..

" Hold on tight !"

You scream and both beings follow you faithfully as you put your hands on the handle of the sword. As Lucifer said, the sword would bring you to Hell. But, having Lucifer by your side, you could escape..whereas Lilith would stay here. She understands your plan and screams, a shriek so high and loud that it makes you all want to cover your ears. But, you know you have to hold on and ignore the discomfort just as you pierce the earth with the sword. You are immediately drawn inside the dirt and plunge into the darkness until you reach Hell and fall into the abyss. You all deploy your wings just in time and crash in the endless maze of Hell. Lucifer is the first to wake up and winces as he sees his broken wing. He sighs loudly before calling you.

"Y/N ! Michael !"

He doesn't get an answer. He starts walking, silently hoping that you are alright..

You wake up and frown in confusion as you look around, recognizing Hell. You then take Lucifer's appearance, remembering how the presence of an angel had disrupted things around here. You continue walking until you reach a dead end and sigh loudly in defeat. You lean against it and close your eyes, wishing you could make it all alright..Suddenly, the wall you were leaning against starts glowing and you quickly stand up to look at it. You then remember something you had read about a mirror that could tell you whatever you want.

"The mirror of truth.."

You whisper its name and the mirror only glows stronger until it envelops you entirely. You then find yourself in Lucifer's home, or new home. You are asking yourself why the mirror would bring you here until you see an excited Trixie come in, followed closely by Chloe and Lucifer who are holding hands.

"The funfair was so fun! Could we go again next year?! Pleeaaaase?!"

Chloe chuckles and Lucifer smiles widely.

"Of course, little human! The owner of the funfair owns me a service anyway.."

Trixie squeals in happiness before hugging Lucifer tightly.

"Thanks, dad !"

The name is out before she can really register it, and Lucifer is too dumbfounded to correct her. She then runs to her bedroom and Chloe smiles as she sees the astonishment on Lucifer's face.

"She likes you.."

She says with a small teasing smile, but Lucifer doesn't answer her. She sighs before kissing him lightly on the lips, but is surprised to find him hesitating.

"Lucifer, are you alright ?"

She asks worriedly, but Lucifer only answerw with a reassuring smile.

"Yes. Of course..Just, give me a second, will you ?"

Chloe hesitates, but finally smiles and nods.

"Sure. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me ?"

Lucifer smiles again and nods back. She ahead and as soon as she is out of sight, Lucifer's smile vanishes.

"I know that you're there..Michael."

Michael smiles as he makes walks forward into the light.

"Hello, brother."

Lucifer sneers at the name before taking back his seriousness and asking.

"What are you doing here, Michael ? Are you here to kill me ? Or, mock me for loving a human ?"

Lucifer is ready for everything, but Michael's answer surprises him.

"Absolutely not. I'm actually glad for you, brother. You can have your little detective, while I go for the big prize.."

The big prize ? Lucifer frowns in incomprehension.

"Which is ?"

Michael smirks.

"...Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Lucifer sees red and replies with animosity.

"Don't you dare."

Michael only laughs at Lucifer's threat before openly challenging him.

"And what are you going to do about it, Luci ?"

Lucifer takes Michael by the collar to pin him to the wall before spatting.

"I will not let you touch her ! You are not worthy of her !"

Michael grins at Lucifer's desperate attempt to protect you.

"Aww..Are you gonna cry, Luci ?"

Lucifer growls menacingly at him.

"It was in the deal with Dad...If I can't have her, no one can.."

Michael's smile falters.

"You have your chance at happiness, let me have the same...I love her too."

The words hurt Lucifer more than he cares to admit. Because, deep down ? He knows that Michael is right.

"Will you make her happy ?"

He finally asks and Michael smiles and nods affirmatively, knowing that he has won.

"More than you ever could.."

Lucifer's heart tightens and he closes his eyes, only hearing Michael's departure by the familiar whoosh of his wings. He raises his trembling hand to his cheeks and feel them dampen with his tears. He feels angry. He feels betrayed and lost. This is why he leaves the Decker household in a hurry to get to Linda's office. He needs a session..

You feel yourself moving to another setting and see Lucifer sitting in front of a blond woman.

"So, what brings you in my office today, Lucifer ?"

Lucifer could think of a clever excuse to tell her, but if he is honest ? He's just too tired..

"I want them gone, doctor.."

He replies truthfully and Linda frowns slightly, trying to decipher his words.

"..Gone, Lucifer ?"

She doesn't understand..And, for some reason ? It only adds to his frustration.

"Yes ! I want them gone ! These feelings that take over me ! These parasites that devour my whole being and make me want to punch the wall !"

As if to prove his point, Lucifer punches the wall behind him and leaves a big hole in it. He seems to understand too late that he's gone too far as he turns around towards Linda with tears in his eyes.

"I want her out of my head, doctor..I want her out of my heart.."

He implores the doctor that seems to pity him as she sighs and stares at her notebook for a few seconds before shrugging. For the first time in her life, Linda has nothing to say to the devil. She knows who he is talking about. Lucifer has mentioned you a few times during their sessions and she already knows that he is in love with you, no doubt about that..But, she also knows his predicament. She knows that he is the fallen son of god and the man with the scorched skin who has serious trust and self-esteem issues..even though he tries to hide it. She wants to help him, but how could she when he—himself—denies his own feelings ? Or, maybe he knows ? But, can't do anything about it. You're up there, while he's stuck here. Forever. She can only act as a friend and give him a shoulder to cry on.

"Love hurts, Lucifer.."

Love ? Lucifer doesn't believe in it. He believes in Chloe, who was actually made for him. He believes in Trixie, the little human who he appreciates more than most of the other human children..but, true love ? One that isn't planned, but gifted ? No..It can't be..And, yet ? His brother used those terms. He said that he loves you, and it shattered his heart for some reason ? He's in love with Chloe isn't he ? He can't be with you. He loves Chloe. Then, why ?! Why o why does he feel this way ? Linda, unable to comfort him with words, only gives him a sympathetic squeeze of his shoulders.

Another change of setting later :

"Can you do something for me, brother ?"

Michael asks Gabriel who raises an eyebrow quizzically at him.

"A service ? How unusual, Michael ?"

Michael smiles shortly before stating his demand.

"I want you to send Lucifer back to Hell.."

Gabriel's frown deepens.

"Is he out ? I mean, you know that he is pretty stubborn..But, I'll go see him. It's true that his vacation is getting a bit long.."

Michael nods again and Gabriel gets his wings out, ready to fly out, when Micheal grabs his arm and forces him to look at him in the eyes.

"One last thing. If it comes to Y/N or Lucifer ? Choose Lucifer."

Gabriel never dared ask him if he meant choose Lucifer to stay to Hell ? To stay on Earth ? Or, simply to live or die ? He never asked, already knowing the answer, deep down. He nods.

"Understood."

He then flies out of Heaven and Michael smiles. However, his moment of satisfaction is cut short when he feels a pain in his forearm. He looks at it and frowns as he sees a part of his wrist turn a bluish color and cold as ice. He tries to get the frozen part off, but can't. It seems to be part of his being now. He finally shrugs and covers it with his sleeve and leaves.

You come back to Hell and, even though the mirror of truth is gone, you can feel that you are still in another memory, but this one feels different..Hell is in chaos and you can see demons and souls alike fighting each other. And, among the battle ? You can recognize Lucifer and another man, very similar to him, but blue and which piercing gaze you recognize. Your eyes water as you whisper.

"..Michael ?"

He doesn't answer. He doesn't even hear you. His focus being on Lucifer who has the same sorrowful look on his face.

"Look at me and tell me...Am I finally your equal, brother ? After everything, am I finally His favorite ? Am I finally your favorite ? Is it finally my time in the spotlight ?"

Lucifer raises his hand towards Michael and implores him.

"Don't do it, brother..I will leave. She will be yours.."

Michael laughs.

"This is when you're wrong. She has always been mine ! But, you never left us ! Whenever I would see myself in a mirror, it would be your reflection I would see, staring right back at me ! You can't understand the pain..the pain to always doubt that she doesn't really love you, that she only loves the face you wear ! At least, like that, she will never make the mistake again.."

Lucifer frowns in incomprehension as Michael lifts his arms and you see souls all unite like a massive wave that suddenly tumbles down on him. Lucifer looks directly at you with tears in his eyes, as if he can see you, and forces himself to smile.

"Take care of Chloe and Trixie for me, alright ?"

Before you can answer, the wave of souls crashes down on him, devouring him while he screams in agony.

The scream is the last thing you hear before coming back to your reality. The mirror shatters and you're left alone with the broken pieces.

"Y/N !"

You hear a voice calling you and turn around to find Lucifer. You run into his arms and sob on his shoulder.

"I thought I had lost you !"

Lucifer doesn't understand, but only knows that it feels good to be back in your arms, as if his place has always been there.

"I'm glad I found you too, angel.."

He embraces you back and then, another familiar face appears in the corner of your eye. You take a step back to see Michael, his eyes fixed on Lucifer disapprovingly.

"Not been away for 5 minutes that you already find yourself in her arms ? I should put a straight jacket on you and—humph !"

He doesn't have the time to finish his sentence that you already wrap your arms around him as well and cry in relief to find that they are both fine.

"I was so scared..I thought..I thought you had killed Lucifer ! I thought I would never see you both again !"

Michael hesitates before embracing you as well, finding comfort in the way you clang to him and make him feel important..

"It's okay now..It was only a nightmare, a door to your worst fears. It wasn't real.."

However, a dark shadow crosses over Michael's face as he mouthes to himself.

"Yet.."

Lucifer catches that last word and frowns at his brother. But, before either of them could start arguing, you look around and ask a question that leaves them both frozen in dread.

"Guys...Where is the sword ?"

Meanwhile in another part of Hell :

A bright light blinds momentarily the demons until it suddenly dies down and a woman stands among them. She stands up and uncovers her head. She looks around and smiles as she sees Lucifer's throne.

"Pathetic.."

She utters before clicking her fingers, making the tall tower crumble and melt to reshape in a new throne on which she sits. She then looks back at the gobsmacked demons before declaring.

"I'm back, my children.."

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himbowashington · 3 years

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Part 4: Claiming the Archangel Michael

Part 3:

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-You’re both silent as you walk the rest of the short journey to your apartment the air tense between the two of you

-Michael keeps glancing at you but will quickly look away when ever you catch him, fidgeting nervously

-your hands shake as you take out your key to open your apartment. Michael notices and takes your hand in his to steady it, turning the key in the lock. You gasp slightly at the contact and you can feel rather than see him tense

-the next few moments feel like a lifetime as you wait for the door to click open before you’re both stumbling into the apartment.

-you’ve got michael by his tie pulling him along with you, though he doesn’t seem to mind in fact it grounds him in a comforting way

-He closes the gap between you and the kiss almost sears you with the force it. You wrap your hand around his tie a few more times to solidify your grip and Michael smiles deliciously against your mouth he makes a noise somewhere between and hum and a growl before speaking. “Oh, you are perfect, aren’t you?” he says pulling back slightly to look at you adoringly. You give him a smirk. “you have no idea.” You reply pulling his tie closer to force him back forward slightly. “I’d love to find out.” He replies and you laugh fondly. So quick witted, so Michael, you think to yourself pulling him forward for another kiss before pulling away.

-The archangel Michael whines, literally whines at the loss of contact, looking doe eyed and confused back down at you scanning, waiting. Enough with the waiting, you think to yourself as you begin to step backwards towards your bedroom pulling him along with you. You stop when you feel the bed against the back of your knees. Something about the movement seems to sober Michael up slightly, as a nervous look passed over his face. “Are you sure? me?” You laugh, but in a broken sad kind of way as you look back at this beautiful man, this archangel, who thinks he is nothing. “Of course I am.” you breath out, and in one swift move you spin him around and push lightly on his chest, releasing his tie to let him fall back on the bed.

At that moment he winces, and you remember oh shit his shoulder. You hurry to him again, apologizing profusely. “Michael, I’m so sorry. I- shit I didn’t even think about-“ before you can finish your sentence you find yourself flipped upside down in the bed beside Michael, who sports a mischievous grin on his face. You laugh again, hitting him lightly. “Bastard.” He places a kiss to your nose in a gesture that is heart achingly sweet, “it worked didnt it?” “For now” You reach forward to start helping him out of his shirt but are stopped by his hand which knocks your out of the way gently.

“Michael, what’s wrong with you talk to me.” You say dodging insistent kisses before he pulls back frustrated. “Cant you just- Can’t I just pretend to be normal just for a few minutes- just for this.” he says desperately and your world tilts off its axis. “Michael you are normal.” “No, I am not. I’m- I my body is not like my twins. It’s-“ he pauses for a few moments blinking away tears. “It’s broken.” he finished hanging his head. You want to cry and scream and hold him all at the same time but you go with the last option saddling up to his side.

“Michael..” you call softly frowning as he continues to stare at the ground. You crawl into his lap forcing him to look at you, taking his head gently in your hands. “Michael, -“ you pause as he looks up at you eyes full of tears and pain and suffering and you pause just from the sorrow you see in his eyes. “You are perfect. You. not your brother, not his body. Your body. Michael, you are my guardian angel, you are strong and you have been through a lot, but neither you nor your body is broken.” You say quietly, running your hands soothingly through his hair. He exhales slowly, eyes closing for a moment. “Michael, I want you. I want to be with you. The way you are.” His eyes snap open. “I don’t deserve it.” He breathes out, shakily. “Who said anything about deserving.” you reply and you rejoice at seeing him crack a smile. “I - don’t want to disappoint you.” He says honestly and your heart breaks for him.

You gently reach your hand forward at a slow pace towards his shoulder, giving Michael plenty of time to pull back but this time he remains still. You make contact, and he gasps slightly and you lock eyes monitoring his reaction. After a moment you shift to slip your hand underneath the collar of his shirt to touch the bare skin underneath., you can feel the elaborate scarring of his shoulder, a constant reminder to both of you of what he’s been through. You squeeze ever so lightly at the edge of his shoulder reassuringly, “Just be you.”

It is that moment, that exact moment, that Michael falls deeply, eternally, and irrevocably in love with you and realizes that he belongs to you always and forever no matter what happens. He will always belong to you. You’re seared onto his heart like a brand but one that he wears with absolute pride. He is yours and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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companionjones · 4 years

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You Expecting Someone?

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get a text from who you think is Lucifer asking you to meet him in his pent house. When you arrive, Lucifer is there, but someone else shows up too.

Warnings: Knives, Reader being in a dangerous situation, heavy make-out scene

This is based on the word prompt ‘You expecting someone?’

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As the sun sunk over the horizon, Lucifer took a swig of whiskey out of his glass. His lesser twin brother Michael had been annoying him for weeks. That night, the brothers were due to face off. Lucifer had no idea how Michael was going to show up. It was likely that Michael would appear using his wings, but then the elevator dinged. Lucifer prepared himself for battle.

The elevator opened. Lucifer ran toward it with a clenched fist, trying to get the jump on his brother. He almost fell backward when he pulled himself back, however.

“You expecting someone?” Instead of Michael, you were there. You cocked an eyebrow at Lucifer’s wide eyes.

He blinked, then sighed. Lucifer got back to his feet. “Yes, actually. My brother Michael has been instigating a fight with me all day.”

“That I have, Luci.” Michael appeared in Lucifer’s apartment, cocky as ever. “And I can’t wait to get started.”

Wasting no time, Lucifer charged at his brother. However, Michael used his wings to vanish and re-emerge with a knife to your throat.

“Lucifer!” you immediately screeched, your human arms doing nothing to move Michael. You could practically see the violent shiver run down Lucifer’s spine.

Michael’s breathing was wildly fast against your neck. “It was too easy to get her to come here, Luc,” the archangel teased, “All it took was one text from you, and she came running! I didn’t even send it from your phone! These mortals never cease to underwhelm, don’t they?”

“Quit acting like a petulant child and let her go, Michael!” Lucifer scolded desperately. “This is a fight between you and me. No human has anything to with it!”

Lucifer’s brother maniacally laughed, “Oh, but this human does. Doesn’t she, brother? You love her. If I have her, I hold all the cards.” He was really becoming at ease with the whole situation.

Morningstar was completely furious at that point. He started to criticize Michael’s plan. “So why be so idiotic as to take her in front of me? Everyone else on this planet would know it would be easier to wait until she’s alone.”

Through your fear, you found the strength to glare at the devil. That wasn’t all the strength you had, either.

Michael’s evil grin stretched all the way to his eyes. “Because it’s so much more enjoyable to watch the pain in your eyes as I take her away.” Michael relaxed. “So, take one final look, Lucifer, as I--”

With how at ease your attacker suddenly was, you were able to surprise him only a regular human self-defense move. You twisted his wrist that was holding the blade, elbowed him in the stomach, and turned around so that suddenly the tip of the blade was pointing at Michael’s throat.

As soon as he perceived that he was in danger, Michael’s wings appeared.

“No!” you exclaimed, “Don’t you dare run away, you--”

Suddenly, Michael was gone.

“Coward!” you screamed. Expectedly, your legs finally gave out from the terror coursing through your veins.

Lucifer caught you just before you hit the ground. The archangel carefully took the blade from your shaking hand.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” you chuckled, still in shock. “That blade’s like Maze’s blades. It can hurt celestial beings.”

He smiled, endeared as he picked you up and carried you over to his couch. “Yes, darling. You were right, as always.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t stab him through the throat this time.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Lucifer assured, “My bastard of a brother will get what’s coming for him--From myself, surely...” He nearly got caught up in his anger, but you gently brought his eyes back to meet yours. He continued in a softer tone, “But I’m just glad you’re alright. You are alright...?”

Smiling, you lovingly brushed back to some of his hair that had fallen out of place. “I’ll be fine, as long as I have you by my side.”

“That I’m sure you won’t have to worry about,” he smirked in his usual Lucifer way.

You just giggled at that, as at ease as Michael was toward the end of his visit. You leaned forward to affectionately rub your nose against Lucifer’s, then you leaned even further to kiss him.

One of his hands slid down to grab your thigh, and the other tenderly cupped your neck. You just gripped the lapels of his suit jacket to keep him close to you. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you felt him smiling into the kiss.

About 12 seconds in, Lucifer pulled away. He was still smirking. “Despite my brother’s dreadful visit, I am glad you came.”

“Dido,” your smile grew, and you leaned back in for more.

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wheres-the-fecking-pie · 4 years

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Fandoms I write for ( see below )

All my stuff should be under ( #my work ) but tumblr kinda iffy.

* means I will write nsfw for them too.

Hannibal

Hannigram *

Hannibal x reader/oc *

Will x reader/oc *

Marvel

Loki x reader/oc *

Peter Parker x reader/oc

Tony Stark x reader/oc *

Venom/Eddie x reader/oc*

Sherlock

Johnlock

Sherlock x reader/oc

Moriarty x reader/oc

Good omens

Ineffable Husbands

Supernatural

Destiel *

Sabriel *

Sastiel *

Dean x reader/oc *

Sam x reader/oc *

Castiel x reader/oc *

Crowley x reader/oc *

Gabriel x reader/oc *

Bobby x reader/oc (platonic)

Lucifer x reader/oc

Rowena x reader/oc

Jack x reader/oc

Will do poly ships and x reader but no incest of course*

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur x reader/oc *

John x reader/oc *

Dutch x reader/oc *

Detroit become human

Connor x reader/oc

Markus x reader/oc

Connor x Hank (platonic only)

Game of thrones

Jon x reader/oc *

Robb x reader/oc *

Sansa x reader/oc

Jaime x reader/oc *

Tyrion x reader/oc

Arya x reader/oc

Daenerys x reader/oc*

Daemon x reader/oc*

Rhaenyra x reader/ox*

Doctor who

10 x reader/oc

11 x reader/oc

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x reader/oc

Eddie Munson x reader/oc

Jim Hopper x reader/oc

Eleven x reader/oc (platonic only)

Steve Harrington x reader/oc

Any of the main kids x reader/oc (platonic only)

BBC Dracula

Dracula x reader/oc *

Lucifer

Lucifer x reader/oc *

The last of us

Ellie x reader/oc

Joel x reader/oc

Abby x reader/oc

Umbrella academy

Klaus x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc

Five x reader/oc (platonic only)

Diego x reader/oc

Star Wars

Han Solo x reader/oc*

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader/oc

Mando x reader/oc*

The Boys

Billy Butcher x reader/oc

Hughie Cambell x reader/oc

Frenchie x reader/oc

Kimiko x reader/oc

Starlight x reader/oc

Homelander x reader/oc

Maeve x reader/oc

Castlevania (Netflix)

Alucard x reader/oc

Trevor x reader/oc

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha

Black Butler

Sebastian x reader/oc*

Grell x reader/oc*

Undertaker x reader/oc*

Ceil x reader/oc (platonic only)

Resident evil 8

Lady dimitrescu x reader/oc*

Labyrinth

Jareth x reader/oc*

The Magnus Archives

Jon x reader/oc

Jon x martin *

Michael(the distortion)x reader/oc

Martin x reader/oc

Elias x reader/oc *

Rocky horror

Frank n furter x reader/oc*

Fnaf Sb

Freddy x reader/oc*

Sun/moon x reader/oc

Monty x reader/oc*

Arcane

Silco x reader/oc*

Jinx x reader/oc

Vi x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc*

Sevika x reader/oc

Peacemaker

Peacemaker x reader/oc*

Vigilante x reader/oc*

Peacemaker x vigilante*

Peacemaker x reader/oc x vigilante*

Our flag means death

Gentlebeard*

Steddyhands*

EdIzzy*

Stizzy*

Wwdits

Will literally write for any of them! Wether it’s a pairing, poly or x reader! Both show and film*

BBC Ghosts

Will write for most of them x reader/oc or PatCap. Probably best just ask if you have a request :)

Ghost (the band)

Copia x reader/oc*

Terzo x reader/oc*

Any of the ghouls either x reader, or x other ghouls, or x Copia*

Baldur’s Gate 3

Will write for any of them x reader/tav*

Feel free to send requests and I’ll try my best to do them. I mostly write with a GN reader unless requested otherwise✌🏻

Sorry for the long intro

😇

#fandoms i write for #character list

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winchester-fantasies · 5 years

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Something a Little More Recreational

Summary: An encounter with Dean leaves you questioning if there’s something more between you. After you’re attacked, Dean proves he’ll be there to pick up all the pieces.

Word Count: 3714

Warnings: trigger (sexual assault), violence, light angst, light swearing, implied smut, fluff, age gap

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You walked down the hall, your bare feet making soft pats across the cold floor of the bunker. Your fingers trailed against the cool wall, your skin snagging on an occasional crack in the ancient surface as you limped along the brightly lit corridor.

You had been hurt in your last hunt, earning yourself the sideline. Your friends were now taking care of the next hunt, leaving you alone with Sam and Dean Winchester. Not that it was much better having them around. It had only been a few months since you’d come over into this new universe, and you hadn’t had much time to rest let alone make new friends. The Winchesters were virtually strangers to you. You knew them only as the strong and mysterious heroes who had saved you and your camp from Michael.

This was the first real reprieve you had had since moving into the bunker, and although you had loved getting to selfishly enjoy your bed, it was short-lived. Boredom set in on day two, and you had watched every movie on Netflix at least twice. You couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take an impromptu exploration of the bunker.

You half regretted your decision, the wound on your upper thigh beginning to smart with the denim of your jeans rubbing roughly against it. The muscle in your thigh was still weak, and your legs nearly gave out more than once. But you were curious and determined to find something entertaining.

You found the maintenance room first which was of little interest to you. Next you found the armory and gun range, which intrigued you. You knew Dean used it quite often for practice, and although you were well versed in using firearms, you wanted to desperately spend an hour or two in the range and work on your marksmanship simply for fun.

You walked to the garage where rows of vintage cars lined the far wall. You were still fascinated by vehicles with them being such a rarity in your own universe.

The gym sat off to the right of the garage, and as you passed, you marveled at all of the machinery and the large punching bag hanging in the corner of the room. Once you healed, you wanted to spend some time in the gym. Not that you needed to work out. You were strong, healthy, and in good shape despite your wider hips, thick thighs, and the little bit of extra pudge that sat in your lower belly.

You exited the garage and sauntered to the other side of the bunker. You were well acquainted with this part of the cavernous building. You knew the war room and kitchen by heart now, but you hadn’t really had much of a chance to check out the library.

Your eyes scanned the books, your mind hungry for something to read. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d read or even held a book in your hands. You found one that looked promising so you took it from the shelf and curled up in one of the leather back chairs in the corner. You lost yourself in the well-compiled book of lore. When you looked up at the clock, an hour had already passed. You put the book back but not before earmarking the page you left off on and promising to finish it.

You walked into the kitchen, your mouth dry and begging for water. You found Dean at the table, glass in one hand, bottle of whiskey in the other. He tipped his head in recognition as you walked to the sink, filling a glass with water.

“Mind if I sit here?” you asked as you approached the table.

Dean frowned. “Do I look like I care?” he returned gruffly.

“No, I guess not,” you shrugged, pulling out a chair and sitting down gingerly, your wound still tender.

You took a sip of water while Dean downed the last remaining remnants of amber liquid and poured another. He took a sip and smacked his lips. “So what are you doing here instead of on a hunt?” he asked with a frown.

“Injured,” you said simply, motioning to your leg.

“Hmm,” Dean nodded. “What was it?”

“Vamp.”

Dean huffed. “Nasty sons o’ bitches.”

“Yeah,” you said with a harsh chuckle.

“What was that?”

You shrugged. “I’m just annoyed.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow. “That wasn’t annoyance. That was hate.”

You dropped your gaze. “Yeah, well, I froze.”

Dean sent you a smirk. “Happens to the best of us, sweetheart.” He tipped his glass towards you before taking another sip.

“So why are you drowning yourself in whiskey?” you asked as Dean poured himself yet another glass.

“Oh, you know. End of the world; Michael; Lucifer. Typical shit.” He took a sip. “Good old family business,” he added sarcastically.

“It’s just no matter how much me and Sam do to rid our world of evil, it never makes a fucking difference,” he said gruffly, his thumb and forefinger running over his eyelids and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’ve lost so many good people along the way. Good people. Charlie, Kevin, Jo and Ellen, Bobby.... Our Bobby,” he quickly corrected.

“Yeah, I understand,” you murmured.

Dean guffawed. “What do you know about loss? You’re just a kid! What are you, twenty?”

You grit your teeth. “Twenty-seven. I look young for my age.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Oh.”

“And for your information, Dean, I know more about loss than you think,” you chuckled bitterly.

“You see this?” You pointed to two circular scars on your left wrist. Dean nodded. “My father,” you said bluntly. Dean’s eyebrows shot up.

“And this,” you said, pointing to your other wrist where two more scars sat. “Brother.”

“And this one.” You tilted your head to the left, revealing yet another set near your jugular. You ran your fingers over the raised scars. “Mother,” you said quietly. Dean’s eyes were wide as he stared into yours.

“I killed them. Nasty sons o’ bitches,” you mimicked Dean with a sardonic smirk. You reached across the table and took the half empty bottle from his hand. You poured a generous amount in your own glass and downed it in two gulps. You hissed at the sting as it went down your throat.

“I...I didn’t know,” Dean said, a feeble attempt at an apology.

You huffed. “No one else does either. Well...except for Bobby. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have died. Luckily he had a cure.” You paused. “Or maybe I should say unluckily. Death would be preferable to this shit of a life.”

Dean frowned. “Don’t say that. Sure it sucks you had to kill your family, but from what Bobby’s told me about you - and he’s told me a hell of a lot - you’ve saved his ass and countless others’.”

You were speechless. You didn’t even know Dean knew who you were. And Bobby talked about you? Yeah, he was like a father to you, but he’d never given you any indication you were anything more than a fellow comrade.

You weren’t sure what to say so you cleared your throat and pushed back from the table. You hissed in pain as you got up from the your chair, your hand flying to your thigh. A warm liquid met your fingertips, and you found blood seeping through your jeans when you looked down. “Fuck!” you snapped.

“Oh, shit,” Dean said. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pushing back from the table.

“I’m fine,” you said angrily. “I’ll do it myself.” You took a step towards the doorway, but a sharp pain shot up your leg. You cried out, and your knees buckled, sending you to the floor with a heavy thud.

Dean ran over and knelt beside you, his hand coming to your shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” he asked worriedly.

“No worse for wear, I suppose. But my pride’s gonna need a bandage or two,” you chuckled ruefully.

“Your leg’s gonna need it, too,” Dean stated, nodding toward your thigh. “Bleeding’s getting worse.”

“C’mon,” he said, standing and helping you up. You begrudgingly took his hand before he helped you down the hall to your room, your going slow as you practically hopped on one foot.

You were panting by the time you reached your bedroom. “You stay here,” Dean said as he helped you lean back against your headboard. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

He returned moments later, arms full of bandages, gauze, and hydrogen peroxide. “Strip,” he said gruffly.

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously.

“If I’m going to clean your wound, you can’t be wearing those,” he motioned to your jeans. “So pants. Off.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you grumbled. “But don’t look.”

Dean chuckled but turned around. You unbuttoned your jeans and started pushing them down. “Fuck, this hurts!” you snapped when you reached the wound.

“Dean!” you squealed when he turned around to see what was wrong. “Turn around!”

“Sweetheart, if it hurts that much, let me help you.”

“Fuck that! Turn around, Dean!”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Once he had turned away, you started on your jeans again. “Son of a bitch!” you yelled as pain shot through you thigh.

“Alright, that’s it!” Dean exclaimed, dropping the supplies to your mattress. “C’mere,” he said gruffly, taking a hold of your ankles and puling you roughly towards him.

“What the fuck, Dean?” you yelled, smacking at his hands as he gripped the sides of your waistband. “Keep your damn hands to yourself!”

Dean sighed heavily. “Look, sweetheart, I need to clean that wound, these need to come off, and you’re obviously in no shape to take them off yourself. So I’ve gotta take them off.”

You sighed and narrowed your eyes in contempt. “Okay, fine. You win,” you frowned.

Dean sighed again before continuing pulling down your jeans. He was slow and unhurried. Despite your original refusal of his help, your skin tingled where his knuckles ran over your skin.

“You good?” he asked once your jeans were off and tossed into the corner. You nodded as he helped you settle back against your pillow. Dean nodded his head in approval.

“I’m going to clean it with some peroxide,” he said, reaching for the brown bottle. “It’s gonna burn like hell.”

“Okay,” you said. He put a towel under your thigh before opening the bottle and pouring a stream into your wound. You clenched your jaw at the pain and gripped the sheets in your fists. Your wound bubbled as the peroxide burned out the infection.

“Okay,” Dean said, taking the towel out from under your leg and wiping around the wound. He patted your calf. “You did great, sweetheart. Sam cried when I used peroxide on him,” he said with a playful wink.

You giggled as he took a bandage from the first aid kit. He placed it gently over the wound, taping the sides down. His touch was gentle, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that surfaced.

His hand stilled on your lower thigh, and a warmth filled your belly as he looked up at you, his green eyes sparkling in the light. “Better?” he asked.

You swallowed. “Yeah, much better. You’re really good at that,” you said without really thinking about what you were saying.

Dean chuckled. “Well, thanks, I guess. You rest up now. No more getting out of bed.”

“But...” you whined.

Dean held up his hand to silence you. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m not taking off those pants again unless it’s for something a little more recreational.”

You ducked your head, blushing profusely. Dean took that as your acquiescence and exited the room with the left over supplies.

You stared at the door long after he had left. Had he been serious? No, you scoffed. He was only joking. Right?

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A month had passed since your encounter with Dean. Dean would tip his head in greeting when he’d see you, and you were friendly in the halls, but other than that you were essentially strangers again. You told yourself you didn’t really mind. It gave you more time to focus on hunting and freed you up to spend more time with friends. Like tonight.

Your friend, Luke, had asked you out on a date. You had had no idea he liked you as anything more than a friend, but you had always harbored a small crush on him. And since it was obvious Dean held no attraction for you, you took Luke up on his offer.

You donned your friend, Sarah’s, strapless leather dress. The one that hugged your curves and accentuated your hourglass figure in just the right way. A windswept chignon and burgundy lipstick completed the look. You strapped on Sarah’s matching stilettos, and you were ready to go.

You felt out of your element as you walked down the hallway that led to the library, your heels clicking on the floor. You didn’t usually dress up like this, but Sarah had encouraged you, saying it’d drive Luke crazy. If that were true, maybe you’d finally get some action. Something to get your mind off the green-eyed hunter.

“Speak of the devil,” you murmured. Here came Dean now, head lowered as he stared at the phone in his hand. He smiled at something he read, and you felt a pang of jealousy. He was probably talking to some chick.

“Hey, Dean,” you said nonchalantly, trying to keep the nervousness from your voice.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” he said absentmindedly, and your heart sank when he didn’t raise his head as you passed. However, you missed his double glance, and the way his eyes slid down your body, landing on your ass, admiring the sway of your hips as you walked.

“Hey, Luke,” you greeted as you walked into the war room, finding your date seated at the map table.

A low whistle fell from Luke’s lips as he rose from the table, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. “Wow. You look fucking hot, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed. You lowered your gaze to the floor as heat rose to your cheeks. You were a little uncomfortable with his bluntness, but you shrugged it off as he extended his arm to you. “Ready, milady?” he asked.

“Why, yes, kind sir,” you said playfully as you placed your hand in the crook of his arm.

The evening passed pleasurably. There wasn’t much you didn’t already know about Luke, but you enjoyed yourself nonetheless.

A few too many drinks later, and you stumbled back to the bunker a little after 10:00. You giggled as you unstrapped your heels, tossing them across the floor as you walked into the library. The bunker was quiet. Sam and Dean had gone out for the evening, and everyone else was either hunting or asleep.

You giggled again as Luke came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and grazing his lips over your neck before swiping his tongue over you skin. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he growled lowly.

You turned in his arms, raising yourself on tiptoes to peck his lips. “Hold that thought,” you said. “I’m hungry.”

“Again?” Luke asked incredulously. “We just ate!”

“Yes, but we didn’t have dessert,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. You ran to the kitchen, grabbing the pan of leftover brownies and the jar of peanut butter.

You returned to the library, finding Luke seated in one of the leather back chairs. You hummed as you spread a generous spoonful of peanut butter over a brownie. You heard Luke approach from behind, and you turned as he came closer. You held up the sweet treat. “Peanut butter and brownies. Two of mankind’s greatest inventions.”

“I like brownies as much as the next guy, but you’re the only dessert I’m having tonight,” Luke groaned, placing his hands on your hips.

You sat the brownie on the table before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is that so, Mr. Hotshot?” you asked coyly. “A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”

You were startled by his lips crashing onto yours, the front of your teeth pressing bruisingly against the inside of your lips. He shoved his tongue past your lips as he roughly explored your mouth. You brushed off the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach and surrendered to his kisses.

His hand slid down your side, settling on your thigh. His hand ghosted over your developing scar, but then his fingers clamped down hard, sending a wave of shooting pain down your leg. You cried out as you broke away from the kiss. “Luke, you’re hurting me,” you gasped.

Luke didn’t seem to hear you as his grip tightened, causing you to cry out again. “I ought to take you right now,” he growled in your ear. “One-up that vamp. Fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a month.”

You whimpered as he spun you around and shoved you down onto the table. Your cheek crashed into the cool wood, and you tasted blood from where your teeth had indented the inside of your mouth.

“Luke, please,” you begged as fear started to take over.

“Is that what you want, (Y/N)? Want me to rip you in two?” he asked, ignoring your plea. You could feel his erection as he ground down onto your ass. One hand held your head firmly against the table while the other still clamped around your thigh, and you knew there’d be bruises in the morning.

You had known Luke practically your whole life. You thought you knew everything there was to know about him. But this was a side of him you’d never seen before, and you didn’t like it or this sick game he was playing. Sarah said this dress would drive him crazy, but this was bordering on madness.

You heard Luke unbuckling his pants, and you closed your eyes as you waited for the inevitable. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d been in this situation. Bobby would take care of Luke once it was over. You just wished he’d been sooner.

You suddenly felt Luke’s weight fall away from your body. You raised your head just in time to see Dean throw Luke into the bookcase. Books tumbled from their places as Luke slid to the floor. Dean stalked over to him and pulled him up by the front of his shirt, slamming his fist into Luke’s jaw and causing him to crumple to the floor once again.

Sam helped you up from the table and turned you towards him, his hazel eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning your head gently from side to side, surveying the damage done.

“I...I think so,” you said, and Sam smiled sorrowfully.

A loud crack filled the air, and you and Sam turned to find Dean kneeling over Luke, holding him down as he pummeled his fist into his face repeatedly.

“Dean, Dean!” Sam shouted, running over to his brother. He pulled him back just as Dean raised his fist for the final blow. Dean stumbled back, his chest heaving.

“You ever touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you!” Dean shouted as Luke coughed, a spurt of blood shooting from his mouth.

You stared wide-eyed as Dean finally turned towards you. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked gently. He ran his bloody knuckles across your cheek as you looked up into his mossy eyes. Blood speckled his face, melding into the freckles that dotted his cheeks.

You swallowed hard and nodded. “Y...yes,” you breathed.

“Good,” he said gruffly before he abruptly turned away. “Take care of this piece of shit,” he growled to Sam, motioning to Luke who still lay on the floor, nearing unconsciousness. Dean stalked out of the room, leaving you speechless.

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You spent the next two weeks hidden away in your room. You felt empty, the only feeling being shame. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. The other times it had been strangers, monsters hell bent on causing pain. But this time it was Luke, your friend, someone you trusted with your life. This wasn’t something you’d be able to get over easily.

A light knock sounded at your door, shaking you from your reverie. When you didn’t answer, the door creaked open, and Dean peeked around it. “Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled, but you didn’t return it.

He sat down on the side of your bed. He reached over, settling his hand on your leg. “You doing okay?” he asked gently.

“No, not really,” you said, your voice monotone. You stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you. You couldn’t look at him. It would be too much.

Against your willpower, a tear escaped, sliding down your cheek and settling onto your pillow. “Oh, sweetheart. C’mere,” Dean said. You didn’t answer. “C’mere,” he said again, tugging at your hand until you sat up. He pulled you against him, your face burying into his chest. You couldn’t hold back the dam anymore as tears coursed down your cheeks and settled into his flannel.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered as if reading your thoughts. “He won’t hurt you anymore,” Dean added firmly, and there was something in his tone that told you not to ask what had happened to Luke.

Dean held you close until your tears finally subsided. You pulled away, your eyes red-rimmed. You reached up, running your fingers over his stubbled cheek.

Dean’s lips were suddenly on yours, but unlike Luke’s, Dean’s kisses were soft and gentle, and you welcomed his touch.

Dean laid you down gently on the mattress, his lips never leaving yours. His hands roamed freely, but you weren’t afraid, not like with Luke.

Dean pulled away as his hands settled on your waistband, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans. “Dean, what are you doing?” you panted as he started sliding down your pants. He paused his movements when he reached your thigh. His fingers ran over your scar, the sides of it still showing signs of Luke’s violence.

“I told you, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be taking these off again unless it was for something a little more recreational,” he said with a provocative smirk.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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The Littlest Winchester - Upcoming fic

I’m doing a series of daddy!Dean x Daughter!Reader, it’s not like Down the Rabbit Hole where it’s one big ass story. It’s just a series of short stories, some flash forwards. I got one part written up.

It is an OC fic, I can’t write just two little letters for the life of me. It’s my OCD, the character has to be named. I did it once for Whiskey Lullaby, and eh. Not my thing, though I am proud of that fic.

Some of these are inspired by many Dean x daughter fics that I have read this past year, some on here and some on Deviantart, that’s where I got the title name, it just fits.

So, here’s a summary of what this will be about, I literally copied and pasted from my word document:

A series of Dean x Daughter fictions

Title: The Littlest Winchester

Pairings: Daddy!Dean x Daughter!Reader (already named Reader)

Setting: Warnings and Author’s Notes (or A/N) will notify what season/episode the story of the series is taking place. Because I love a child reader with current Dean (who is at age 41) and I also love the other Dean’s where he was young, but it would makes sense for him to have a child with him after season 3 after he’s been in hell. Or during season 3 since he wanted Ben to be his son (which I still say he is, Lisa is just being a stuck up bitch). So anywhere between Season 3 and 14 (I’ll add season 15 once it’s up on Netflix around May 2020).

Some highlights that will probably happen:

- Learning to drive. Age: 15

- Boys (high school)

- Bullies (any age in school)

- Loss (When Dean dies and goes to hell, the time he died in season 9, kills himself in season 11 ep. Red Meat, or Season 13 episode Advanced Thanatology.)

- Near Death, loss (When Sam nearly dies in season 8 into 9, when he dies in season 13x21 but comes back thanks to Lucifer)

- Dean being possessed by Michael in season 13 and into 14

- Being kidnapped by demons or monsters (age 7 – 15 ish)

- Dean with the Mark of Cain, being a demon (age older than 4, poor kid would be traumatized)

- Hunting, wanting to hunt but Dean saying no, every time. (age 13 and up)

- Sick (any age)

- Dean’s sick

- Sam’s sick

There are many things to highlight or mention, As I write I will cross off what is on this list, any new ones that so happen to pop up in this spontaneous brain of mine, I will mention in a summary or authors note. Or if you have any ideas of what you’d like to see, suggest it in an ask and I’ll add it to my list.

I’ll post while adding a ‘fill’ I guess. or a Highlight covered sort of thing. Part 1 will come today as a test, to see what ya’ll think. See ya guys then. ;)

#new fic #spn #supernatural #dean x daughter fic #dean x oc daugter #dad!dean x daughter!reader #oc fiction #spn fan fic #spn fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fan fiction

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marsmoonqueen · 6 years

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Confessions and Advice

Archangel!Michael x Reader

Warning: Michael acting rude, and I think that’s it.

Prompt / Summary: Michael loves the reader, but he does not know how to act around her and ends up usually hurting her with his words. But what are brother for, if it is not to help?

Note: There is a second part called ‘A Divine Help’, but is not necessary to read this one to understande the other or viceversa.

Researching was an extremely important part of a hunter’s life, but it becomes an annoying work when is not the only thing you do.

Y/n was the Winchesters best friend since she was 16 and they helped her with a vampire nest; after that they were inseparable, they took her in and gave her not only a place to call “home”, but a family too.

Being part of the Winchester family had its cons and its perks; being a bookworm as the girl was, she decided that she wanted to finish her studies as a perk, and the boys agreed; thanks to them –especially Sam- now she was proudly going through University.

Anyway, this night was one of those she hated the most. Everybody was doing research: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby, even Balthazar, Lucifer and Michael. But it was a waste of time, for anybody had luck.

The clock announced 3.15 AM to Y/n’s dismay: she had classes the next day and a quiz, rest was necessary, but there she was, reading a lore book in the bunker’s library next to the brothers and Cas, while the other three angels were out.

The 3 humans in the bunker were half sleep, ‘Finally’ she thought ‘Some sleep’ she was relaxing and was about to drift off when a light wind and a too familiar sound of wings alerted her; in front of her there were Lucifer, Michael and Balthazar in that order, standing.

When the eldest archangel saw her, his expression changed. “What are you doing here? Go to sleep now.” He told her as soon as their eyes met.

‘Ouch. Low Blow.’ She sadly thought, ‘Why does he have to be a bloody jerk?’ Now the anger overtook her. ‘I should be used to this rude behavior of his after all this time.’

Giving him an angry glare she said “Well, my time is up, Sam Dean, let’s go to sleep.” The girl stroked Sam’s hair and gently moved Dean’s shoulder, waking them up.

The brothers followed her out of the room and only when the door was closed Balthazar snapped.

“What the hell was that?!” He yelled at Michael.

“What do you mean?” The archangel questioned him trying his hardest to look careless.

“I think he’s talking about how rudely you talked to your pretty crush.” Lucifer intervened.

“What?” He asked defensively. “She has school and a very important quiz tomorrow. I don’t want her to fail just because she was doing research, when I-we can do it.” He honestly replied.

“Why don’t you just told her that instead of sending her away?” Castiel spoke for the first time.

“She made me nervous okay? She just kept looking at me with those eyes of hers and I… I got nervous and said the first thing that I thought of… which was that she should be resting to pass her test.”

“Well, you will have to defeat those nerves if you want her to fall in love with you, idiot.” Balthazar replied, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

“How can I do that?” Michael asked, becoming anxious for once in his ‘life’. “How can I make her fall in love with me?”

“Maybe if you were more kind and nice with her, she would fall for you.” Castiel stepped closer to him and patted his left shoulder.

“Well, what can I do?” The eldest archangel wondered, gazing from Castiel’s hand to his eyes, then traveling to Lucifer’s and finally to Balthazar’s eyes, Y/n’s best friend.

Balthazar tried to ignore his pleading eyes, but failed. “Aggh! Fine! Stop looking at me with those eyes… Why don’t you just… do nice simple things to her? Like… passing her the top shelves’ cups, or serving her coffee, you can even wake her up in the morning like Sam, Gabe, Luce, Dean, Cas and I do.”

“Sounds… fine.” Michael answered, a little more relaxed.

“Yeah, yeah, baby steps bros, if Michael wake her up tomorrow she is going to break his nose because of what he just told her, so, forget that for a while.” Lucifer intervened. “And yeah, yeah, all of that is nice but you have to do something else, something to make her know that you are hopelessly in love with her… like I dunno… Buying her the books she likes or… cooking food for her, you can do that ‘Netflix’ thing with her.”

“Okay, okay” Michael said, trying to memorize the information.

“What about flowers? Humans seem to like them.” Cas contributed.

“Y/n is not the flower type.”

“Of course she is!”

“Well, what about chocolates?”

“Who do you think she is? Gabriel? No! That’s too easy, he has to do something bigger!”

Michael’s head was literally rolling, what should he do? He always acted like a selfish jerk to her. Who was he kidding? She would never love him.

He walked out of the room without his brothers noticing. When he got out of the bunker, and ten minutes of intense self-blaming passed, he found himself in a beautiful park. His first thought was ‘Has Y/n ever been in here? I bet she would love this place.’

“What is disturbing your mind big bro?”

The archangel turner around to find a busy Gabriel eating a chocolate bar. Michael didn’t speak a word.

“C’mon, tell me.” Gabe insisted, trying to make him say what he –among other angels- already knew.

“Y/n.” The eldest mumbled.

“Y/n what?”

“I… I like her but-”

“Just like her?” The trickster interrupted him with a serious expression painted in his features.

“No. I love her, but she hates me!”

“Why would that be?” He asked rolling his eyes. “Maybe because you are a jerk with her or maybe because you act like a selfish bag of dicks every time she is near.”

“Keep your comments to yourself Gabriel. I know I’m a… son of a bitch? With her… and I know there is no way in hell, heaven, earth or purgatory to make her love me. But that does not mean that I’m going to stop wishing she was mine!”

Gabe inspected his brother, he looked hopeless and desperate, but more than that, he seemed truthfully in love with the girl. His eyes had that spark, his cheeks were crimson red and… and his expression was a true love poem; if he could just put those words he spoke into actions, damn, Gabriel was sure the girl would fall head over heels in love with him.

“Maybe there is a way.” The younger archangel thoughtfully said. “C’mon big bro, we have some planning to do…”

Hours later Y/n woke up with her alarm’s help, after her initial concern about why nobody came to wake her as they would usually do, she figured out that the boys should be sleeping and the angels researching.

After stretching, getting up from bed, and doing her morning ritual; she took her books-filled backpack and went to the kitchen for a well-deserved breakfast.

She could hear voices but as she stepped closer to the kitchen’s door, the voices became whispers, until she was in it and the five angels stopped talking at all.

Castiel was in the farthest head of the table, talking to Balthazar who was at his right side; after an empty seat besides Balthazar, Gabriel was sitting eating a chocolate bar as he read a gossip magazine. Lucifer passed in front of her with a warm smile and a cup of coffee in a hand, while with the other he petted her hair as a greeting.

“Hi Cas, Balthazar, good morning Gabe and Luce.” She said with a tired smile looking at them as they reciprocated it and continued with their doings.

“Good morning Y/n.” His voice made her look at her left side, there he was standing next to the coffee machine with a cup for himself in hand.

Suspiciously raising one brow she responded “Good morning Michael.”

He smiled shyly “How did you slept? Would you fancy a cup of coffee before heading to school?”

“Yeah, please. I slept fine, thank you.” She skeptically responded, walking closer to him.

Michael’s smile got wider and happier as he opened the top cabinet and took her favorite cup, pouring the caffeinated substance in it to then prepare it to her liking, with half sugar and some milk.

“Here it goes.” He said as he turned around and gave her the cup. “That’s the way you like it, right?”

“Yeah… am yes, this is how I like it, thanks… again.” She responded, traveling her eyes from the cup to his eyes, getting lost in them with a frown but visibly relaxed.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the moment, exploring her eyes as it was the first time he had ever seen them.

Suddenly she realized the quiet of the room and turned her gaze to the four other angels who were intensely watching the scene, before pretending they weren’t.

Clearing her throat, she said “Well, thanks for the coffee, I better get going if I don’t want to lose my test, bye guys, have a nice day.”

The hunter tried to pass next to Michael, but unconsciously, his hand traveled to her arm in a gently movement.

“Hey Y/n… I know you don’t need it, but… good luck.” Then he placed his lips in her left cheek, making her blush at the contact.

“Thanks Michael.” Was the last thing she whispered before running out of the kitchen to get to her car.

Only when he heard her car start, he turned to his brothers who were wearing proud smiles and nodded their approval.

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ethanrs · 1 year

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IM GONNA FEED THE MICHAEL DEMIURGOS FANS YALL

*slides up in a totally not sketchy looking trench coat and hat and opens my trench coat revealing unfinished work and empty spaces for them juicy requests*

👀👀 psst, hey, you looking for some fanfiction for a certain dark-feathered archangel? well i have a few writings in the works for him, im not so sure which one will be published first but it might be this one smut im working on, i might decide not to post it....

unless.👀👀

ALSO IM OKAY WITH REQUESTS??? i dont really care what you request, but the reader will always be gender neutral with they/them pronouns, but i might wright a few with male readers

#michael lucifer #michael demiurgos #michael demiurgos x reader #michael demiurgos x you #netflix lucifer #netflix lucifer michael #fanfiction #michael demiurgos simp

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nightmareduskie · 7 years

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A Soul’s Power (Part Two)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter and is friends with Dean and Sam. But one day she joins a hunt with them and find something interesting. A man with wings! How is this possible? How can she see them? Soon enough, she finds out she can see other things too. What makes her see these things? What makes her so special? Characters: Sam, Dean, mentions of: Bobby and the archangels. Pairings: Future Gabriel x reader Warnings: Swearing, talks of death, getting testy about late information, I think that’s it

!!!!!!Read Part One. !!!!!!!Read Part Three(Coming soon)!!!!!!

A/N: Hey. Hollifer here. I wrote this part along with Part three with the intention to have them as one part but it was just too big so I split them up for two separate parts. I’ll post part three on saturday! Sorry, part two is a little boring, I hope three will make up for it (hence the quicker posting lol). Again, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors. Been in bit of a fog lately. Tried my best to be my own editor! (: Thanks! Enjoy!

Word count: ~1500

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For a few months, I researched angels. Or anything with wings. The most I could learn was what a bible had to tell me. And a few hunter's writings that say they touched base with angels before. But they weren't reliable. I read that six wings as opposed to just two wings usually meant an angel with more power; like an archangel. So, this man I saw, I knew he must be very powerful. I researched the available listed archangels. Some were some considered archangels. But there were four main ones confirmed in the bible and other scripture. Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, and Gabriel. Gabriel... So familiar. Something pricked a nerve just looking at the name “Gabriel.” I could only press my lips together hard, wondering why it seemed to hit so close to home. But nothing came to mind. I had found some sources about an ancient language. Enochian, but nothing further came from it. No information about how to kill an angel. No information about what they can do. None of the sources were one hundred percent reliable. Just speculation. If angels existed, they don't come to earth. Like ever.

Along with that shit storm, Sam and Dean had opened a gate to hell and a ton of demons escaped hell. I mean they didn't do it on purpose, but man, do those boys screw up pretty hard sometimes. I felt bad that they had also lost their father, John. Who I had only met as many times as there are fingers on my one hand. They ended up calling me for a demon hunt. I had never been on a hunt for demons before, much less seen one. So when I got the call from Sam to get some experience in with demons, I was ecstatic.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam spoke over the phone, “We got some demonic omens going on over here in Colorado. I was figuring you'd wanna join. Since... ya' know... it seems worth checking out. And we wouldn't mind an extra hand. Plus I figured you'd like the experience.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said enthusiastically, “I really was hoping to get some demon action! I haven't ran into any yet, so probably better to hunt some with my boys with experience.” I teased lightly.

As much as they are huge screw ups, they're great guys. Almost like brothers to me. They've been helping me out for years. Ever since I was introduced into hunting from Bobby. Who took me in as a teenager after my parents were murdered by a pack of werewolves. Bobby was hunting these werewolves at the time, hence him coming into contact with me. He had found them all dead in my house along with my parents. My memory of the incident doesn't exist. All I remember is Bobby asking if I was okay and what happened. My parents dead and bloody on the floor along with a few strangers dead on the floor. I had no idea. It's like the memory was plucked from my mind. That's when Bobby took me in to his place. I trained with Sam and Dean physically to help me be tough enough to take on the threats. Bobby taught me everything he knew book-wise. So I was pretty well versed in the supernatural. They all helped me learn how to shoot a gun and get up close with physical combat. And about a year ago, I was finally allowed to go out on my own and hunt without the boys or Bobby. Bobby was just as much as a dad to me as the boys were like brothers to me. But I still really enjoy my personal, alone, hunting time. They all respected it after they realized I was a pretty damn good hunter.

“We're a bit outside of Denver,” Sam sounded as happy as I felt. Probably because it had been a bit since we all seen each other, “I'll text you the address to the motel.”

“Awesome, thanks Sammy,” I said and promptly flipped my phone shut. It didn't take me long to pack up everything in my motel room and to check out and head my way out to Colorado. Thankfully I was only a few states over. I couldn't get there any sooner.

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I arrived at their motel not too long after noon. Dean greeted me with a big bear hug. He was clearly still chewing whatever he was eating, crumbs around his lips. Sam was relaxing on the bed with his computer on his lap; probably doing research.

“Y/N!” he spoke, swallowing his snack, “About time. Are you ready for the run down of some demon hunting?”

“Well,” Sam interjected, “We don't know everything but we got pretty much everything down.”

“Sweet guys, but let's do it quick. I'm starving,” I laughed, patting my stomach. Which offered a rumble in return. Causing us all to chuckle.

Settling on a chair my attention then turned to Sam. He began to give me the run down of demons. Black eyes, exorcisms, devil's traps, black smoke, holy water, and you name it. He also mentioned a demon named Ruby that helped them a few times with some blade that straight up just murders demons. Some of it I already knew from my research with Bobby. I just never had the chance to test it. It all seemed pretty straight forward, just like any other hunt. But they possessed humans. Chances are we were gonna hurt them in trying to save them. That caused me to cringe in my seat a little. I didn't like hurting innocent people. It's never part of the plan and it just seemed pretty unavoidable with these demons.

“So, you guys are tailing them? Any idea where they are?” I asked, watching Sam close his computer.

“Not sure. We think there's only a few of them,” Sam began, “Maybe like four or five?”

“Still sounds like a lot for what we have to work with.” I frowned. We weren't experts yet. Dean looked like he remembered something and stood up quickly.

“Y/N,” he looked at me hard, “We forgot to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I looked to Sam who shifted uncomfortably before diverting my eyes back to Dean.

“The trickster,” Sam put in with a hard tone.

“We ran into him several months ago,” Dean started, “We found our way to him. And he screwed with Sam pretty hard. We were wondering if you ran into him. Maybe he wants some revenge for trying to kill him. I mean, we tucked our tails and ditched that town pretty quickly.”

“He made me relive tuesday. Over and over and over again,” Sam looked clearly distraught, “Making Dean die every day no matter what I did. I found him. It took me awhile but I got it to stop and we bailed. To sum it up quickly.”

“Clearly not dead,” I said, trying to sound the slightest bit surprised. However, my tone was coated with annoyance and frustration. Why didn't they say anything months ago? I could've tailed him and confronted him. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“We kind of wanted to forget, but we owe you the warning he's still out there,” Sam cocked his head, probably noticing my pissed off tone, “You were on that hunt with us. We didn't want you to have him come at you without you knowing.”

“He could of came after me months ago and I wouldn't have known!” I spat with anger. Why did they wait? I needed to find the trickster. I needed to see him again. I had to be sure that what I saw was real.

“Sorry, geez,” Dean frowned, “Who pumped you with testosterone? Feeling a little manly, Y/N?” I shot him a glare. He just smirked and shrugged it off. To me it wasn't a joke. I needed to know this. Knowing it wasn't a matter to take out on them, I tried to relax.

“Where was he when you saw him?” I inquired, relaxing my tone a bit. But my emotions were still clouded deep down. Why didn't he come for me? It sounded like he baited the boys. Did he want nothing to do with me? The thought sent an odd sensation of pain and sadness down my throat and chest. But why do I feel this way? I don't even know him.

“He was in Florida,” Sam said after a quick thought, “You seemed a bit... pissed? What's up?”

“I don't know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “I just... It was my first case and seeing as it didn't end up as planned just kinda upsets me. Ruins my hunter ego a little.” I lied smoothly. I was always good at fixing up some lies here and there. Sam offered a small smile and told me that it wasn't my fault.

Dean nodded and went for his car keys, “Lunch? Let's take the edge off.” Quickly, I grabbed my bag and nodded. I could really use some food in my system.

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ethanrs · 1 year

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Michael Demiurgos x gn!reader

characters: Michael Demiurgos and Lucifer Morningstar

Use of love and partner towards reader

{this is all fluff and reader is reffered to as y/n with gender neutral pronouns (they them) i like to include all audiences in my work, also posted on Wattpad under the username PoodlesinmyNoodles, let me know if i missed anything i should mention up here and please, Enjoy!}

y/n woke up from their peaceful sleep wearing their boyfriend, Michael’s, turtleneck sweater. It was oversized on the smaller person, their much taller boyfriend loved seeing them in his sweaters, whenever Michael saw y/n wearing one of his sweaters he would become extremely bashful and red in the face, y/n loved the sight of him all blushy.

As y/n started to wake up they noticed the gentle pitter-patter of the rain, they looked out the window to the right of the bed, on the other side of Michael, and saw the rain, it wasn't quite a gentle sprinkle, it was a bit rougher than a sprinkle, but not quite pouring rain. y/n yawned and stretched, being mindful of Michael’s sleeping form next to them. y/n lay there and admired how peaceful he looked while asleep, he looked so calm, his normally tensed-up features relaxed. y/n had a soft smile on their face and wondered if it would be worth it to risk waking up Michael just to get closer to his warmth. That's when y/n realized the chill in the air, their nose was colder than usual and they felt sleep trying to pull them back in, y/n decided to risk it and snuggled into their boyfriend’s side, their nose warming almost immediately. Michael shifted and turned over, facing y/n, and wrapped them in his warm arms, one thing that always differentiated Michael from his twin was how warm he was. His twin Lucifer, also known as Samael or Sammy, was normally on the colder side when it came to body temperature. The warmth provided by Michael fully pulled y/n back into the comforting peace of sleep.

y/n stirred and awoke due to the movement of their boyfriend next to them, they made a whiny noise before huffing and opening their eyes to see their boyfriend’s beautiful brown eyes sleepily gazing into their own (eye color) eyes, Michael smiled softly upon noticing y/n’s gaze and leaned in to give his partner a peck on the tip of their nose, y/n scrunched their nose up and closed their eyes, when Michael pulled away, y/n opened their eyes again and looked at Michael as he muttered a ‘mornin, love’ to y/n, they smiled and replied back “morning, how did you sleep?” after y/n snuggled their head under Michaels, digging their nose into their love’s neck and giving it a gentle peck there. It was silent for a moment before Michael replied to his love’s question, “I slept well, thank you. What about you?” y/n was quiet for a moment before replying, enjoying the peace, “that’s good, *YAWN* I always sleep well when I’ve got you to cuddle into.” they heard Michael let out a little chuckle at y/n’s wording and replied with “That’s sweet, I’m actually able to sleep peacefully next to you.” y/n moved his head away from underneath Michael’s and looked at his face, y/n always thought that Michael looked handsome, even if Michael thought he didn’t deserve all of this love he got, it still made him smile and feel wanted. After a few more moments of silence, y/n leaned in towards the right side of Michael’s face and kissed the rough patch of skin that is their boyfriend’s scar, which stemmed from the middle of his forehead down past the right side of his nose and ending in the middle of his right cheek, down closer to his lips, and just under his nose was where y/n kissed. When y/n pulled away and looked back at Michael, they noticed the small blush that flew over his cheeks.

After who knows how long the pair have been awake, just looking at eachother lovingly, sharing kisses, and talking very little in the peace of their room and in each other. That said peace was interrupted by none other than Lucifer, he barged into their room, Michael groaned at his brother's intrusion. “Wakey wakey you two, it’s almost noon,” Lucifer said, reaching to pull y/n out of bed. Michael reacted before anyone could realize and suddenly y/n was wrapped in a flurry of dark feathers, Michael’s wings had engulfed y/n to keep him from his brother’s grasp. y/n looked back to their boyfriend and the look in his eyes was dangerous and aimed at Lucifer, “Right, you know what, you guys can just stay in bed as long as you want!” and with that Lucifer swiftly left the room, leaving y/n and Michael back to the peaceful quietness of their shared bedroom. Michael calmed down but never retracted his wings, y/n was basking in the feather-light touches coming from his wings and enjoying the strangely comforting sensation, “I don’t want to get up, but you have to be hungry by now, especially if it's almost noon,” Michael said, starting to rise from his position on the bed, y/n stopped him from moving any further and said, “I can wait a little longer.” With that, Michael returned to lying down and continued to smother y/n with his feathers.

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ethanrs · 2 months

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Michael x Reader Smut (18+, you've been warned)

First smut I ever made, sorry if it’s shit! Or cringe(it’s kinda rushed)

Soft Dom reader, reader got ‘male’ genitals, but could be read as a strap, it’s not specific. Hinted at that Michael is a virgin

And also i use ‘name’ instead y/n now! I dunno why I made the change I just did.

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[Name] gently pushed Michael down onto the bed, “Just go ahead and stop me if you get uncomfortable, okay?” [Name] ask as they gently rubbed Michael’s thighs, awaiting his response, Michael nodded “y-yeah, of course” Michael was fully nude and [Name] had only a shirt on, [Name] leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Michael’s lips that turned more needy by the second, tongues moving together as they kissed, [Name’s] hands on Michael’s waist now, thumbs rubbing into his soft skin. [Name’s] hands moved further downward from their placement on his hips as they continued to kiss, as [Name] barely touched Michael’s penis he gasped, unused to the sensation of being touched by another in such a way. [Name] let out a hum, enjoying Michael’s reactions to their simple touch, [Name’s] hand gently grasped and stroked Michael, their other hand reaching down lower, fingers pressing against Michael’s hole. The feeling had Michael letting out more sounds, he was enjoying the sensations that his lover was giving him as his hips grinded upwards, seeking more of the pleasant feeling.

[Name’s] hands pulled away from Michael, the one hand reaching to the bedside table and grabbing the lube, [Name] thoroughly coated their fingers with the liquid and returned their fingers to Michael’s hole and gently prodded until one finger entered. Michael let out the most heavenly gasp that [Name] has ever heard, Michael’s moans sounded sweet and melodic to [Name], their finger moved in and out gently, soon they added a second a second finger and scissored their fingers apart inside of Michael, who was letting out soft whines and whimpers. [Name] couldn’t help themself and leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon Michael’s lips. Once [Name] was satisfied with the kiss they moved on to place more gentle kisses along Michael’s jawline and neck, [Name] made an attempt to leave a few hickies behind in his wake, unsure if they would stay or not with Michael being an angel. [Name] hummed, “my sweet angel..” [Name] felt the need to say things like that towards Michael, it just felt right to say.

[Name] had added a third finger a while ago as their love writhed underneath them from their touches, [Name] removed their fingers and leaned in to give Michael another sweet kiss. Michael let out another whine but this time at the loss of [Name’s] fingers, [Name] reached for the lube again while he kissed Michael, covering their own length with the lube and slowly inching themselves inside of Michael. Michael let out a deep moan, hips bucking up at the stretch of [Name’s] length.

After only a few moments of letting Michael adjust, [Name] began to gently move their hips, thrusting in and out of Michael at a slow and steady pace. It was too slow for Michael, he craved for more of the feeling as his hips bucked, “please..” Michael panted out, not being specific in what he wanted, but [Name] had a feeling they knew what he wanted, “please what, love?” [Name] teased, knowing what Michael wanted but they needed to hear it from him. “Please, move faster” Michael whined out, his hips bucking upwards again as [Name] nodded and began to move his hips faster, not harder, there is a difference. Michael let out strings of moans and whines as [Name] thrusted into him at the faster pace, it took Michael a moment to regain himself and speak again, “[Name], harder” he groaned out, [Name’s] lips returned to nibbling and sucking at Michael’s neck, hopefully leaving marks as they moved their hips harder against Michael’s, happy to give their love what he wanted. Michael’s moans picked up more, gaining in pitch as his hands reached above his head and grasped onto the pillow cases, needing something to help keep himself grounded as [Name] continued to thrust and give Michael wave after wave of pleasure, [Name’s] hands kneaded at Michael’s sides, gently maneuvering the flesh under their fingers as [Name] continued to pleasure Michael, give him exactly what he wanted.

Moment’s passed by of gentle love-making, the sound of Michael’s moans egged [Name] on as the buildup of pleasure began to catch up to them, it didn’t take much longer for Michael to cum and experience his first orgasm. After the two of them got through their climaxes and calmed down, [Name’s] hands continued to massage Michael’s hips, squeezing gently as they calmed down. [Name] pulled out and Michael whined at the feeling, [Name] leaned forward and placed soft kisses along Michael’s collar bone, who hummed softly in response, enjoying the gentle kisses. Once [Name] was done kissing Michael’s body they moved and grabbed a discarded pair of underwear from off the floor and wiped away any mess as best they could, it was nice being able to take care of Michael in different ways. “[Name].. I love you..” Michael spoke softly, he sounded tired. [Name] smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you too..”

[Name] finished cleaning up the mess and covered themself and Michael with the blanket, getting comfortable and holding onto Michael.

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bubblyani · 3 years

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Vent

(Michael Demiurgos x Reader)

A Michael Demiurgos One Shot (character solely based on TV Series)

Summary: Struggling with an issue at work, you come to LUX to vent to your friend, Lucifer. But instead, you knowingly end up venting to his twin brother, Michael. And to your surprise, it brings out unexpected results for both of you.

Rating: 18+

Warning: Alcohol use and Sexual Themes.

Word Count: 9k +

Author’s Note: My first ever Michael fic. Finally came around to writing one. Do not know if i will ever write more for him, but i am glad i did this one. Adding my usual Lucifer Taglist just in case. If you’re not a Michael fan, feel free to ignore this. But to all you thirsty Michael fans, Enjoy!

“Honey, you know I love a good cocktail. But maybe going out tonight might not be the best solution for this”

The concerned tone of Linda Martin’s voice, was challenging to pick up through the repetitive and loud music played at club LUX. Pressing the phone against your ear, you scrunched up your nose as she continued to speak from the other end of the line:

“I’m just about to lock up. But I can stay at the office a little while longer…if you wanna drop by and talk”

“Linda! HELLO! ” You exclaimed, “You have a child? Charlie! And Amenadiel, a literal angel waiting for you. Please…go home! It’s okay.” You made your assurance.

“But-”

“Honestly, I’m fine.” You stressed, moving to the right to let a stranger pass through, “And who knows?” You grinned, “Maybe a cocktail and a little chat with Lucifer might be what I need right now, you know? Maybe I can vent to him” Shrugging, you added out loud.

“Uh! Not sure if Lucifer is the right guy to give you any form of sane advice” Linda replied with doubt, “Honey, what you almost did today was-”

“True! true, I know” Frantic nodding was you could do, “But I’m already here now. And Linda! It’s been months since I saw Luci after his whole…trip thing….so…no one can stop me I guess, heh” you chuckled, eyes scanning the club from top of the stairs. You felt amused. For it certainly seemed as if you were a desperate teenager, seeking permission from her mother. Linda’s sighs echoed on the phone:

“Alright then”

With a twinkle in your eye and a spring in your step, you went down the stairs embracing the atmosphere of LUX. You dipped yourself into the pool of rhythm and ecstasy and visual pleasure the premise provided. Bobbing your head, you were impatient to make your way towards the bar. When a figure sitting there, got you excited:

“Luc-” You paused, with furrowed eyebrows. This did not seem right. That broad back seemed familiar, yet the fashion choices did not. In no universe would the one you guessed, would wear a brown jacket of that material. Tweed as you could tell. Chuckling, you were aware of your mistake. You hailed the good looking Bartender, whilst taking a seat further away from the figure.

“On the house” The Bartender intruded you with pleasantry, placing a glass before you. Vodka, neat.

“Oh-Thank you” you blurted with a smile,“It’s just what I wanted. But-” you said, raising your eyebrows, “…how did yo-”

“Cause it’s been your favorite, Darling” a familiar voice boomed your ears from the distance, “…unchanged ever since you set foot onto this place. Well done in being consistent!”

Turning back, you found Lucifer Morningstar strut his stuff with confidence towards you with a smile. Excitement. It bubbled in you.

“Lucifer!!” You clutched your chest, “Oh my-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘god’ next ” he groaned before pulling you into a hug.

“I wasn’t-I wasn’t” you chuckled in his arms, “Oh! Luci! You have NO idea how happy I am to see you face to face again” you exclaimed, pulling back to cup his face. With his sudden trip back to Hell, you were certain you would never seem him again.Until now. Or until you received a text from him a few days back announcing his triumphant return.

“And I you…” Lucifer replied, with a warm tone so affectionate.

“I mean, I’m glad you texted me but…oh buddy! Are you back for good?” You inquired with earnest.

“That’s an answer I can’t give you promptly, unfortunately” he answered, “But I’m here for now”

“In that case, I hope you can make time for me tonight, for a nice chat” you suggested, patting him on both shoulders. For in truth, the need to vent to Lucifer did not seem trivial to you as you said to Linda. It seemed essential. Behind your calm exterior was a woman in panic. You needed your friend.

“Oh! Don’t worry! I DID indeed make time” Lucifer replied, which made you smile.

“Really? that’s great. Cause I-”

“Cause actually, I’m having a little problem with the Detective. And I will only feel better if you hear me out on this”

You froze for a split second, “Oh? Yeah! Sure sure”. With lips forming a tight smile, you kept nodding, “Lay it on me, buddy. Wha-?”

Confusion was all you could spew when your friend pulled you out of your seat, grabbed your glass and started walking. All the while his gaze laid upon that mysterious figure on the other side of the bar. That figure with the broad back finally raised its head.

“Oh! don’t worry, brother. Your life doesn’t interest me anymore” the man cried out.

“Brother?” You blurted, sharpening your focus at him, only to widen your eyes, “Wait!” Blinking several times to process how that man looked identical to Lucifer, only to have an american accent instead, “That’s-He looks-Wait What?”

Lucifer sighed, “It’s my great displeasure to inform you, that’s Michael, my twin brother” he answered, through gritted teeth.

“M-Michael?” With wide eyes still, you looked back at your friend, “The actual Archangel?”

“Yes”

“You mean to tell me, that HE IS the one, who supposedly posed as you and tried to sabotage your life in LA, while you were away in Hell?”

“Wait…” Lucifer paused, looking back at you, “How on EARTH did you-?”

“Amenadiel told me” you answered, shy, “What? I got close with him and Linda ever since I started to babysit Charlie. Let’s just say your brother has gotten quite chatty, and I do like it” you added a chuckle, only to stop seeing Lucifer’s upset face.

“Well, I would have preferred to tell you all that myself” he uttered, him and you being the only stationary figures on the exciting dance floor. Noting his disappointment, you averted your eyes, “I’m sorry…I didn’t bombard you with question texts cause I heard you were busy with some celestial matters”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, “So does that mean…you never met Michael before, right?

You shook your head, “Nope, I was out of town for most of the time. Family stuff” you continued, “And I must admit, I didn’t feel the same when I stepped into the church then”

Lucifer never intended to reveal to you his true identity. However, one fateful day he had no other option. Granted, you took it well. Yet, looking back you could not help but laugh by the mere memory of it.

“Did you remember my face when you finally told me? Right inside a church too. Like-”

“Darling, Can we-?”

You paused, noticing Lucifer’s uneasy and impatient look, “Sorry, you wanted to talk, right?”

“Yes. Please! please…”

And there you were, sitting on an available VIP couch with him as he began to explain. Since his return from Hell, he and Chloe Decker were in dire attempts to naturally enter into the state of being a couple as they were supposed to be. Yet, challenges of many degrees seemed to get in the way. Including a trivial misunderstanding, leading her to believe he has not taken the role of Boyfriend into heart. How could she not? Especially when the women tend to follow him around no matter what he does. From your knowledge, you were certain Chloe was no petty woman. She was smart and rational. Yet when in love, rationality tends to fly out of the window with some emotion. So You could certainly empathize with her, yet also knew about the truth.

“…and it just hurts so much, because I’ve never cared for anyone like I do with her”

“Lucifer, I hear you” you began, with your hand being gentle on his shoulder, “But you gotta be a bit more empathetic here.” You added, crossing your legs, “You’re not just any other guy she’s dating. So her concerns are valid. I know-” nodding to his protest, “I know you’re loyal. To the extreme, in fact. And I also know you can’t help the effect your powers have on humans. You can't help when women and men come at you like magnets. Like the one who’s coming over right now” you chuckled, indicating to an older woman coming from afar. The one who sulked the moment her eyes caught you with him, “Heh! She looks so bummed-Anyways, what I was saying is, all you gotta do…” you said, looking back at him, “…is talk to her about it. Reassure her. That’s it”

With his gaze on yours, Lucifer kept nodding, “You know, the doctor…she told me the same thing” as he snapped his fingers, to which you nodded in return:

“See? You guys have something really special. I can even put in a good word with Chloe, if you want-”

“Oh darling…” Grabbing you by the shoulders, pure relief came from his voice, “…that would be so wonderful. Thank you!” He cried, before giving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Of course buddy” you laughed. Yet you were aware how the bubbling of nervousness only increased as time passed, “And so um…” you struggled, “…about-”

“Ah! Perfect timing!” Lucifer cried out, drawing out his phone, “A new case. Sorry darling, but duty calls”

Patting you on the shoulder, Lucifer stood up, “You’re the best, you enjoy while I’m away now! Plenty of fish here!”

“That’s not the point, I-” A heavy sigh left your lips, as you watched him wink and walk away. All before you could even blink. If it were any other night, you would have chuckled it away. Yet tonight, you were certain you were ditched. You were certain you felt used and disposed of. You were ashamed.With your now empty glass, you returned to the bar, where the bartender refilled it without question.

“Just let me pay this time, please” You insisted, taking the purse out. Except he shook his head:

“Sorry Ma’am! Lucifer said he’d cover it”

“Then take this as a tip, please” you implored, till the bartender sighed and took your money. Now finally alone with your drink, you felt each sip to be alcoholic reminder of regret. This was indeed an embarrassment. And there was Linda, actually ready and willing to listen to you. Why did you even refuse that? Taking a deep breath of resolve, you called up an Uber. Maybe there was still time to drop by at Linda’s place for a short chat, all the while you help them with little Charlie.

“The way Lucifer sticks around with charitable humans, I don’t know how he does it.”

That voice, that lighter yet sinister tone, all with that American accent. You would be lying if the hair of the back of your neck did not stand. You guessed who it was. Yet, you had to mask your surprise as you turned right with a cool, unaffected expression:

“Why?” You inquired, “…because he’s the devil as everyone claims him to be? As you so clearly wanted? Hello Michael! Nice to meet you by the way”

Raising your glass in irony, you flashed a tight smile at Lucifer’s twin brother. To which he showed no acknowledgment, but merely pausing.

“Cause he never belonged in the Silver City. Not with his attitude then. Or the one now” he said, taking a seat next to you. As he did, as the bartender offered him a drink, you could not help but observe. He certainly was the complete opposite to Lucifer. Even his posture and his noticeable right arm. But when your eyes caught the sight of his face, they widened:

“Whoa, your brother did a huge number on you there, huh?” You remarked, pointing at the huge scar that went across his face. He scoffed:

“Not surprising of Lucifer. He IS the rebel of the family, after all” he added with a salty attitude. You snickered, which seemingly made him frustrated, “So you believe him, then?” He inquired you.

“Well…” you paused, “given the fact he did that to you, his own brother…” you added, pointing at his face, “I’m guessing what YOU did to him wasn't exactly…brotherly either” you continued, “And…given the fact I know him longer than I know you, I think its pretty obvious whom I believe…”. You leaning closer to, urged him to lean in as well, “This may be hard to hear for you, but our lives definitely changed for the better ever since Lucifer came into it” you stated, sitting straight up again, “He may not be empathetic at all times, but he tries. He REALLY…tries” as you took a sip, “Even though he IS a selfish prick sometimes” whilst muttering to yourself.

“Is that why you’re drinking here alone, instead with him right now?”

That hurt. You froze, “Like I said, he tries” looking ahead, you sipped your drink, “And why are you even here?” You snapped at him, “Aren’t we LOW enough of humans for you to even associate?”

Your query did not seem ludicrous. Not with the look he gave you. For he did not look at you, he looked down on you. As if you were a weakling about to mess it all up. Just the way Amenadiel described him to be.

Yet Michael did not answer, only he just looked at you with amusement, which frustrated you in return, “What?”

“You’re afraid”

“Afrai-What? No! For one thing, I’m angry. I’M REALLY ANGRY! I-” Clearing your throat, you flashed a nervous smile at the people around you. For your loud response had attracted many. Embarrassment had swallowed you whole.

“That’s definitely what everyone can see” Michael said, “But actually…” leaning against the table, he looked right at you, “…you are afraid, aren’t you? I can sense it” confidence was rife in his voice as eyes made deep contact.

“Oh! What do you-?”

And all the sudden, the EDM had disappeared, filling yours with a ringing sound that echoed throughout. Similar to Lucifer’s mojo. An invisible force liberating you from denial or secrecy at all costs, leaving your thoughts out in the open, leaving room just for honesty.

“I-I am…” you blurted. To which he smiled:

“Good, and?”

“I’m afraid that…” you struggled, “ that I’m not…good enough”

Blinking deep, your senses returned, “Shit!” You covered your mouth, "What the HELL did you just do?” Until you gasped, “That’s YOUR mojo, isn’t it?”

He smiled even more, “Well, You’re a clever one”

“Ugh! That’s just sick. YOU’RE SICK! ” Remarking with disgust, you looked back at your drink. The feeling of being used, you could empathize deeper. However, in all honesty, he was right. You were afraid. And Michael’s victorious chuckles in the background did not help.

“Well…no wonder you’re friends with Lucifer” he added, pointing at you, “It takes an UNWORTHY one to know another”  That was when you had it. “Oh! HOHO!” Hitting both your hands on the table, you scoffed out loud, “Like YOU don’t know how I feel, Mr. High-and-Mighty!” You snapped at the now-surprised Michael “Like in all your existence, you NEVER felt what it was like to be compared?” inquiring, you shot a look at the shocked bartender with passion, “Sir, do you mind if I take these for a minute?”

“Uh! Sure!?”

“Thanks!” With a polite smile, you grabbed a small bowl of olives, a glass of ice cubes and a bowl of spicy cashews.

“Okay, let me paint you a picture, Michael” you began, fueled by the alcohol, “Imagine you’re these Olives, and you’ve been working together with Icy here for a while” you added, pointing at the ice cubes glass, “And since recent, you started to care for Icy. You feel like there’s potential between the two of you. But THEN! these Cashews come in unannounced” As you pulled the cashews bowl between the olives and ice. You took a deep breath, “Cashew is cool, Cashew is a breath of fresh air, something different. And Icy? Icy seems curious. Perhaps even interested” you scoffed, “And that’s driving you, Olive…crazy. Then you start to wonder if Cashew is better than you. You wonder whether Icy actually appreciates Cashew’s smooth, milky texture more than your meaty, salty- Oh! these are not sexual euphemisms I swear! I-”

You paused, confused. Merely upon Michael’s expression. Merely upon his silence. It felt strange to you. For it it were Lucifer listening, a million jokes and teases would have been intruding your venting. Yet here, with Michael, you merely had nothing but, space. To vent. For he simply listened with intent. And seriousness.

“And? then?” He inquired.

“Uh…” surprised, you struggled to return to your passionate state “And…because Olive-you are going mad and sour with jealousy, you’re wondering: What could you do…to make yourself feel better? How about… a rumor?” You said.

To which Michael’s eyes widened.

“How about a horrible rumor about Cashew?” You continued, “So horrible that Icy will never approach Cashew ever again” with a sad chuckle, you looked at him, “Now don’t tell me you don’t know what thats like…” you said, finally stuffing some olives into your mouth. It was sour, yet you were too hungry.

“So…did you do it?” Michael inquired, “Spread the rumor?” A quite excitement filled his voice with harmonies.

To which you shook your head.

“No, cause I know how HORRIBLE all this is” you replied with exhaustion, gulping down the rest of the drink, “Cause I know what a HORRIBLE MONSTER I am to feel all this. I don’t even know Cashew well, but I’m just in so much…CONTEMPT …towards her. That’s the word.” you added, picking up a cashew and looking at it with intent. Apart from the music playing in the background, there was silence from your listener. A few seconds passed. Still silent.

“I don’t judge you” until he finally spoke again. Which urged your eyebrows to rise.

Your phone began to vibrate on the table with a message. But you did not care.

“Now that I’m surprised to hear” you replied, looking at him, “What’s the matter? Am I not a worthless human at an even lower low now?” You inquired, mocking his earlier, smug tone. Michael took the cashew nut from your hand:

“Cause there’s nothing wrong on the way you feel” he said, letting the nut disintegrate in between his palm. He did not smile, just watched you with, empathy, “It’s…excruciating. To feel invisible. To feel unwanted. To feel -”

“Worthless!” “Worthless!”

Both muttering in syncopation, with eyes resting on one another was coincidental, yet right. Disbelief coursed through you for a few seconds until the phone vibrated once more, forcing you to look. It was the Uber driver, waiting for you outside.

“Well, Michael,” You began, “I bid you goodnight” you added, whilst getting up, “And…Thank you”

With a warm smile, you left him surprised before getting out of LUX.

A sense of regret came over you as you got into the cab, a sense of emptiness in your stomach. Would staying a bit longer have made feel better? But why? Was it Michael? You shook your head and shuddered by the ludicrous nature. The man may have looked familiar, but what the extent of your familiarity with him. Linda’s call brought you back to your senses:

“Am I too late ? Or did Lucifer put some crazy scheme in your head? What is it? a revenge prank?”

You chuckled, “Don’t worry! I didn’t talk to him about it. Honestly? he was too busy thinking about himself than listen to me” you added, sighing.

“Ahh…of course he did.”

“But I did manage to vent to someone…” you said, “Get this! It’s Michael”

“Wait! Our brother Michael?”

Amenadiel’s voice was heard. Possibly because of Loud Speaker mode.

“Hey Amenadiel” you greeted, “Uh huh! You’re right. And as expected, I didn’t get the best advice from HIM either”

“So, what now? How do you feel?” Linda asked, with Charlie crying in the background.

“Actually, I feel better. Lighter”

“Good. Maybe it’s the alcohol”

“Hmmm maybe…”

The phone call went on till you reached home, but you could not help but wonder, was it really the alcohol? Or was it Michael simply listening to you? and what he said. But how on earth an angel like him could relate to you? And instead of getting into your head and amplifying your fear, how was he responsible for your shoulders to feel lighter, and your breathing much clearer? So clear that you knew you could sleep in peace tonight.

And you certainly did.

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The next day at work, you were in a state of self reflection. After venting to Michael the night before, you seemed to have a different perspective of everything. Also, you could not fathom on how you had the audacity to compare the coworker you had supposed feelings for, to a glass of ice cubes. And the woman you were clearly jealous of, to a bowl of cashews. You sniggered by the thought of it. But those sniggers disappeared the moment your eyes caught the sight of them together. The manner in which Cashew grew closer to Icy, caused your blood to boil. The manner in which she used her feminine charm to cross the borders to the land between professional and non, urged your fists to tighten. And Icy? Of course he played along. His smiling face and dilated pupils was proof of interest.

 “Wassup, buddy!” Not to mention his platonic greeting towards you as he passed you by.

This definitely was not teen angst. Yet, this jealousy made you feel this was. Worrying over such trivial matters. You could not take it. Icy brought you nothing but joy ever since you began your employment there. And now he had brought joy to someone else, steering him away from you. He barely spent any time with you. It felt as if the world had come to a standstill. Your fist remained clenched throughout the day. For you were fighting with your inner demons. Fighting off the desire to say it. That rumor. The most awful rumor you could ever conjure. The rumor you knew people would believe in an instant. For you were never the gossipy type. You had the advantage. So why not?

But no! The image of Linda came to your mind. Her look of disapproval. Her potential look of disappointment. She was your shield and sword against those demons. Even Michael’s words echoed in your mind.

“Cause there’s nothing wrong on the way you feel. It’s…excruciating. To feel invisible. To feel unwanted. To feel …worthless!”

This impulse to hurt. It was never the real you. Simply the version who felt invisible and unwanted. You were filled with clarity by the end of the day, yet you were exhausted. Emotionally. The damage left in your mentality was heavy. You needed a drink. With the utmost passion. And you needed to do so at LUX. Why? You just needed to.

Still in your office shirt untucked, over the tight skirt and jacket, you knew you looked exhausted in the midst of the beautiful people at LUX. So exhausted that even the slow flashing lights caused slight dizziness. But you managed to steer towards the bar.

The sight of that familiar hunched, broad back donning the brown, tweed jacket, brought you sighs of relief. Was that happiness?

“Did you ever leave LUX last night? Or is this your new place of residence?” You inquired with tease, causing Michael to jump as you took a seat next to him.

“Ha-ha! Very funny” he replied, acknowledging your presence, “And I should ask YOU the same. You come here every night after work?”

"No, just wanted to meet Lucifer, that’s all” you said, stretching yourself on your stool. Liar.

"Well, he’s not here” his brother replied.

Good. “Oh, that’s too bad” you uttered, “But erm…since I’m here, Oh! What the hell! The usual please!…Thanks” you smiled at the bartender. Whilst you held your drink, You felt Michael’s gaze on you. “What?” You turned to him.

“You’re not worried? about my brother being mad?” He inquired, “Seeing you fraternizing with the enemy?” Surprise was instilled in you, as he was nothing but suspicious.

“Look…” you began, “I may be a human, but no one owns me, okay? And you may act like you’re his enemy but, you’re STILL his brother”, mouthing your thanks to the bartender for your drink, you turned your focus back,“Besides, it’s not like you guys can’t share me, right? Not that anyone of you cares.” Chuckling, you continued “And we’re JUST talking…no one’s getting hurt from that. BUT…” you paused, pointing your index finger at him, “…if you think you can get me to talk about Lucifer and spill anything important about him, anything that would benefit your so called mission? then you might as well give up and leave…or fly away or…whatever”

Your monologue left him silent. Yet he did not leave. Which left you confused, looking away as you started sipping on your vodka. Which even left you to question: why then was he even at Lux?

“So…” instead, Michael cleared his throat, “How was work today, Olive?”

You froze. Definitely the most surprising question from him.

“’s alright.” You muttered low, looking ahead still.

“And Icy and Cashew? They didn’t give you a hard time today?”

Pleasant disbelief came over you, “You…remembered those names” you inquired looking at him, “Wait!” Except that smile faded, “What’s going on? Is- this is a trick right? You’re trying to get me to trust you or whatever” you cried out, pointing at him accusingly, “Heh! Nice try, Michael” you snapped.

“No! I’m serious” he protested, “I mean, What’s so great about…Cashew that you feel threatened by her?” Ignoring you, he kept on with his curiosity. As you studied his face, you realized. Mockery did not exist in his tone. Not at that moment. Genuine interest, that was the only occupant. And in truth, a part of you was dying to unveil.

“Well, for starters…” you began.

And thus, the flood gates opened. With liberty, you elaborated. More on the man you adored, and the woman you envied. And the more you elaborated on them, the more you realized how average they all were. How they were simply were greater versions in your mind than in reality. They were on a pedestal. But what fascinated you the most was the listener. Instead joking mindlessly or being distracted like Lucifer, Michael in truth listened to you. He listened with intent. As if his life depended on it. He reminded you of a hardworking student. Which was strange, yet adorable at the same time. A breath of fresh air. The manner in which his face mirrored your anger and frustration, it frightened you. For he was relating to you to the core.

“…Even today when I saw them talking, and when I saw him giving her all the attention I would have LOVED to have gotten, I felt so…powerless. Ugh!” You groaned, shaking your head. To which Michael sighed:

“It’s the same way I felt when everyone in the Silver City was raving about how well Lucifer was doing here on earth and of his…growth” he scoffed. You could not help but chuckle a bit.

“Sorry but, he IS growing” you replied, making him grunt with disgust, “BUT at the same time, as much as I hate to say it, I get it now. How you feel…” your chuckle died, turning to him with a sombre expression. One that he was caught with surprise, and had returned back to you within seconds. An expression of understanding.

A wave of emotion came over you. So much that you longed to reach out and offer a hug. And you almost did, pushing oneself off the stool to stand.

“MICHAEL!”

You both jumped, when Lucifer bellowed from the top of the stairs from afar. Most occupants froze by his booming tone to catch a glimpse, resuming back to their indulgences soon after.

“What are you still doing here?” Morningstar demanded, descending down the stairs, “And talking to MY friend out of all people? What? You infiltrating other people in my life now?”

“That’s definitely NOT what he was doing, Lucifer. We were NOT talking about you, if that’s what you were wondering” you began in a serious tone, “In fact he was just being a good Samaritan” you added when Lucifer finally stood before you.

“What? Michael? Good?” He snarled, shooting his brother a look of disgust, “Ugh! Get out of my sight” he said through gritted teeth. A heavy pang was felt in your heart. But Michael did not flinch. He merely smiled with smug.

“Gladly,” he stood up, “I don’t enjoy looking at YOU anyways, brother”

The pang in your heart grew stronger. Finally you managed to notice the toxicity of self hate. But this was not the time for self reflection. Backing in to the crowd, Michael disappeared. Shaking your head, you sighed.

“Well, now that vermin is out of our midst-Wait! Where are YOU going?” Lucifer cried out, seeing you grab your things.

“Home” you replied, sliding off your stool with anger, “You know what Michael wanted to ask to me about? My life…and the problem I was having in it” you kept going, “I tried to tell YOU my problem last night, I really tried. But you were just too selfish to make it all about you, and then leave me all alone here” you cried out, to which he appeared surprised, “But Michael? He was the ONLY one who actually stuck around to listen to me vent. And no! It was no ploy to get BACK at you” you added, pointing at him, “I could tell He actually cared and he actually related. That's ALL what happened” as your voice turned soft, “Lucifer, I needed you” you pressed your lips, “I needed my friend. I even missed a chat with Linda just to come see you” you felt your nose itch and turn sour, “I’m not saying you have to skip a case for me. But at least, have the heart to check back with me or-” you chuckled, shaking your head, “What am I doing? Who am I talking to?” With another sad chuckle, you stood straight "Sorry for storming out. Bye!”

“D-Darling!”

Lucifer cried out watching you walk away. Sniffing, you quickly made your way out of the premises. There it was, that heaviness once again.

If only Michael was around.

Your eyes widened by the thought, as you were laying on your bed later that evening. Why on earth would you even imagine that? With a heavy heart and a tired mind, you drifted off to sleep faster that ever before.

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The next day, Icy and Cashew were in each other’s arms at work. And you could not give a flying fuck.

Yes. To your surprise, not a single bone in your body shook with jealousy. All the sudden, they did not seem to matter much. As if you could just chuckle and brush them off of your life. And those shoulders, they were tense no more. Seeing Icy, you were nothing but unfazed. Icy’s turtle neck top caught your eye, making you smile for a bit. Michael wears a top just as similar. Your eyes widened again. Why would you smile at that? And why would you think of him all the sudden?

Your Why’s were not answered, instead the Arch Angel came to thought too often even during your lunch time. Even as you munched on your sandwich. About the most random facts, to be exact. You thought of his hair. Messier than Lucifer’s. Your stomach jumped by the thought. Messy hair, you found it attractive. Was that why you found Michael attractive? Could that possibly be your type? Don’t you dare, you thought. But was it? His genuine curiosity and concern towards during the past two nights had managed to send you to confusion. Was this really attraction? Or were you just bored? But if then, why on earth was your heart filled with concern for him last night? Your stomach began to flutter, while your breathing lost its consistent slow pace. With your head and heart filled with many questions, only one place had all the answers.

LUX.

Walking down the stairs, you found yourself fixing your hair more than usual. All whilst imagining being looked at up and down. By who? You knew exactly. Just afraid to admit it to yourself. With your heart beating fast as the EDM, you began to straighten your shoulders. All the sudden, a hand rested on your forearm:

“Darling…”

Your excitement left unannounced, for your guess was wrong. “Lucifer” you breathed, giving a small smile.

“Can we talk?” He inquired. Upon your agreement, there you both were, sitting together on the couch once again. Silence ruled for the initial few minutes as you watched him pour himself a drink. As you watched him gulp the shot down.

“What’s wrong Luci? I’m starting to get worried now”

“I’m sorry” “No, take your time with the shot.I-”

“No, I’m sorry about before”

He stressed, looking at you, “You were right. I was…selfish. I was too blind to see how you needed me that night.” He added, taking your hand with both of his, “You have always been such a great friend who had never let me down. You were always there for me… and the detective. And what I did was-”

“Lucifer, it’s alright. I forgive you”

You replied. With a sad smile, he pulled you in for an embrace. You could never be mad at him for too long. Patting him in the back, you pinched his cheeks with tease, inviting laughter out of both. All was well.

“And, looks like you have some company” you began, pulling back and motioning towards Chloe Decker standing a few feet away. She smiled, waving at the two of you.

“I appreciate you talking to me, buddy” you said, before you watched them reunite and move to the dance floor together. Their happiness together was rewarding to watch. Their companionship brought you warmth. A warmth that reminded you of a someone. You missed that someone. And it was clear the need could only increase.

Your eyes spotted the bartender, posing the query to which he shook his head in reply. You rushed to the washroom area. Nothing there. As you walked, a particular room caught your eye. An office room of sorts. Halfway open. Your heart rate sped up, as you ran inside it. Could it be?

But no, nothing. No one.

You sighed. Taking your time, you took a good look around. Seemed to be one of the finance related rooms at LUX. The accounts office? Possibly. Painted in the similar color scheme as the club, without the flashing lights. Only replaced with cupboards in the back, with a table and comfortable chair. Will you never see him again? As you turned away, yo could not help but wonder. Staring at the beautiful painting that hung, you were urged to clasp your hands together in prayer.

And in pure desperation, you prayed for him. Full of devotion.

Your racing heart felt more evident when the sound of huge wings flapping reached your ears. Spinning around, you gasped.

It was him.

Sitting on the big chair with his legs crossed, he was quite surprised to see you.

“You called?” He inquired, “For-For me?”

You could not help but chuckle, “….and it worked” you said, all the while you crossed yourself with the left hand: father, son and the holy spirit, “…and you actually came. Wow” exclaiming soft, you realized he still was surprised: “Why did you call me?”

You paused, “I-I just wanted to check on you…after last night” you explained, slowly tugging the fingers of your left hand with your right, “I-” taking a deep breath, you continued, “I’m sorry you had to leave like that cause of me” with a sad tone. But to which Michael scoffed:

“Please. You make it sound like there was something important for me to leave -” he paused, seeing your sad face unchanged, “I-I didn’t mean it like that. I-I’m sorry”

But to which you shook your head, “No, you’re right. Compared to all that you know and are, I’m JUST a grain of sand. Smaller even.” You chuckled, taking a few steps forward, “I just-I wanted to thank you” a soft smile came over you, “You…listening to me vent, it made me feel a whole lot better.”

You did not expect him to look down and nod in a shy demeanor. Yet he did, and it was quite adorable.

“And I’m sorry, for saying it’s sick. About your power, your …mojo.” You added, “It may not have been what you wanted or chosen. Or maybe it was. But…” Pausing, you gulped “…that’s what makes you…you, and I should respect that. Regardless if you were a human or an angel”

Looking back up at you, his eyebrows were raised with surprise once again. As if he could not believe someone actually said that to him. To him. To Michael.

“Isn’t it possible…that you might feel this sympathy towards me…because I remind you of Lucifer?” He inquired with suspicion.

“Are you kidding me? You’re SO different” you scoffed, walking towards him, “Sure, anyone might say the looks are the same, but still I see so much of a difference”finally standing close to him, as you leaned against the table, “The AURA is different. The empathy is different” you smiled, “And that makes you even LOOK more different. You ARE your own” taking a deep breath, you continued, “And you actually…GET me. At least you managed to the last few days” you added with a shy chuckle.

Aside from a shy chuckle, you felt your cheeks heat up. Many times you have spoken to Lucifer of many a things. Yet, never did you feel this way before his presence. Yet, with Michael, you were certain you would combust any second. And the fact he actually chuckled back shy, brought you so much bravery to continue:

“That night when your brother ditched me, I never felt more alone in the this world, until I started talking to you” you gulped, “It was like at that moment, you were the ONLY one who knew. And it set me free” taking another deep breath, “I thought you’d fuel my jealousy. But instead, you inadvertently took me out of it. Michael, do you realize you did something great there” you chuckled, before reaching out to take his ailing right hand. A part of you worried he might slap it away, yet he did not. Thus you held it in a gentle manner, all the while his gaze was on yours.

You continued, “I needed Lucifer, I needed my friend that night. But he chose not to be there. But…YOU did. You didn’t choose to be there. But you chose to stay. Whatever your intensions were, it didn’t matter. You were there. And I’m grateful” you breathed.

Gentle were your movements as You tried to put his hand back on the arm of the chair, but gasped when you realized his hand did not let yours go. Michael cleared his throat.

“I have to admit…” he said, gulping to your surprise, “I didn’t feel alone when I was with you either” as he gave your hand a small squeeze. Small it may have been, yet it sent you tremors so big to your body and your heart.

“You ask people what they fear of, right?” You inquired. To which he smiled smug:

“Bingo”

“Well…” you chuckled, “It’s such a pity you can’t ask me what I desire…”

Groaning, disgust stained his face, “What? Like my dear brother Luci-”

“But that’s okay” you intruded, “So…Go ahead. Do it” you said, leaning a little forward, “Ask me. Do what you do”  With his hand still on yours, he leaned forward as well. Eyes growing dark, he was in his element:

“What ARE you so afraid of?”

His query, it echoed in your ears, coursing through your body entirely. Awakening every cell of your body, his query summoned them to reveal the truth in you. Your pulse raced a competitive race when you finally answered:

“I’m afraid to die…” you began, “…without…being with you”

His mouth parted, especially when you pushed yourself closer to him, “…without being with you at least once…” you whispered, feeling both your breaths syncopating, “For just one…moment”

Your eyes were tortured by his lips that were a mere few centimeters away. Body combusting even further, the water to calm your fire or the fuel to increase it was right there before you. Would he refuse? Possible. Yet, you knew regret would follow you like a shadow all your life if you did not do this now. Pushing yourself forward, you placed your arms on his forearms as your shivering lips made contact with his, forming a gentle kiss.

A gentle kiss, to which he responded.

This kiss, it felt like home. By home, it was being so understood. It was feeling relief. And at the same time, it was being the place for inhibition and no judgements. It was liberation. That was kissing Michael felt like. Applying more pressure with your lips, you kissed him more as you pulled him to her by his turtle neck. Words did not exist, yet your lips begged him to not hold anything back. For you could understand.

Yet he pulled away in an instant.

Embarrassment came over you. Were you being judged?

No, only disbelief was painted on his face. And without a second to spare, he swooped in back, to kiss you with an equal amount of pressure. As if to respond. His lips told you he liked what he tasted. For it was the taste he could relate to. For you both shared a bitterness, something borne out of jealousy. You were both victims of it. And it showed. Yet, it was the empathy you could both share as well. Not to mention the pleasure from the kiss, the softness of the lips.

Pushing him back to his chair, You straddled him. Your tight skirt may have ridden up high , almost all of your thighs were exposed. Yet it did not matter to you. For you and him, were busy conversing, busy venting with these kisses.

Kisses that perfectly described the suffering and the frustration felt through inadequacy and insecurity. The anger that urged them to throw away all logic. These kisses were nothing ordinary.

Hands grew busy. With yours on his hair, his right remained around your waist while his left grabbed your left breast over your silk top. Gasping, your pulled away to look at him.

“I’ve seen others do it” Michael explained, “Other humans” he seemed a little shy.

To which you chuckled, “… and…uh do you like it?”

You inquired as you guided his hand, at the opening through the unbuttoned area. Your body tingled by his touch on your bare skin above your chest, “cause I do...very much” you moaned into his lips. He shuddered.

“Do you like it, Michael?”

“Yes-” He breathed, all before kissing you again. This time his kisses were filled with more gusto. Which you welcomed.

His gusto urged you to unbutton your silk shirt, peel it off to dispose. Even crossing the border to unhook the bra, relieving yourself from it soon after. Your bare torso, finally soaked itself in the hot atmosphere, while your lower body remained clothed. Your tight skirt, stockings and heels. Straddling an Arch Angel half dressed, never what you had imagined.

The moment both his hands rested on your bare back, you were attacked with chills. Chills so strong, your shudders broke the kiss, urging him to gaze upon your face. Gaze unmoved, you took his hands, offering him permission by placing both over your exposed bosom. He may not be the devil, yet he was a tease. For like a blind man, his hands moved around them, with detail and slow pace. As if to note and remember every inch. His touches were not sloppy. They were careful. He watched you wince and face contort even by a millimeter as he touched you. And when his hands brushed against the two erect buds that were your nipples, your sounds grew louder. Loud enough for you to press your nose against his. Unlike before, he was not looking down on you. Instead he seemed marveled. Even so, when his eyes moved towards where his hands were, to gasp and envy at what he was missing.

With a deep breath, he simply held on to you. With a deep breath, he pressed his face against your chest, inhaling you and your skin with passion. The manner in which his nose caressed your two buds, sent tremors down below. His lips felt lonely, speaking out his rights finally, as they kissed the highest peaks, proceeding to latch on to them, one at a time. Moans were justified when his tongue began to lick, when his mouth began to suckle with pressure. Was this instinct? Was this based on his observation? Your curiosity was interrupted when his teeth sank on below your left breast, forming a bite. Causing you to hiss. Looking at his mark with pride, his eyes caught yours:

“I don’t want to share you with my brother” he growled.

“And you don’t have to” you assured, taking his tweed jacket off, “…I never wanted him that way. Not like this” breathless reply formed as you felt his noticeable erection over his pants, “Oh!-” you paused, as he gasped, “-Do you want me to stop?”

“No don’t-ah!”

Unbuckling his pants, you were not dainty when his manhood finally sprung out of captivity. Shuddering, you marveled at his growth. So perfect. So certain of it’s need for you. So erect. Reaching out, your touch was delicate. And you were aware of how damp you were in many a places. While your lips took his own, your hands began to stroke his growth, inciting moans from pleasure.

“Fuck…you’re perfect, Michael…” you breathed between kisses. The region between your thighs warned you with an overdose of moisture. Slowly moving closer to him, your lips pulled away, “You know how this goes. We can stop if you want-”

“Never!”

His thunderous reply, was more than enough for you to gather courage. Did not take long for you to lift yourself up, shift your dampened panties aside to take him on. Enough for his generous growth to be engulfed by your opening. Sinking down, it was a perfect fit. Another intimate step taken as you both began to vent to one another in an entirely different level. Your body spoke with passion as your lips did. And so did his. The rhythm was syncopated, for the empathy was shared. Relatable yet passionate. His hands held on to your buttocks while yours dug under his turtle neck top, feeling his bare stomach and chest.

“Oh Father” Michael cried, throwing his head back.

“Ah! Michael” you moaned. Looking back at you, he held you tighter:

“I wanna-I wanna be in this moment… for Eons”

“Ah! Michael!”

His eyes grew darker, "You’re mine! Only mine!” He growled. To which you nodded: “Ah! Michael!”

“Why-?” frustrated, he inquired, “Why aren’t you saying anything?What-”

He paused when you grabbed his face, “I didn’t say anything. Cause YOU… are all I can think of right now, Michael” you panted, kissing him once again with passion. Which he did not mind. With bodies united as well as the lips, you both vented so loud, anyone could have heard. Yet, who would bother at a nightclub?

“I can think of only you” you breathed, as you moved faster, “Nothing else. No one else-Ah!” you cried out, feeling the finishing point appearing sooner than expected. Until you finally did, as you felt fireworks within you. The view was enriched when Michael joined the finish line, causing you to lift yourself up while he had his release. His cries of pleasure ,his winces made it all worthwhile. With a deep exhale, you straddled him once again, holding him tight.

“Wow…” Michael exclaimed, all sweaty, “…that was-wow” As much as you felt the same, a heavy feeling came over you. A wave of realization.

“I'm sorry” You panted, averting your eyes. His smile left in an instant.

“What? Why?” Impatience was heavy in his voice. In response, you offered a passionate kiss. A kiss to relive your union one more time. Your frail heart had fallen victim once again. Pulling away, you cupped his face:

“I’m sorry…” you began, “If I ever end up falling in love with you”

But to your surprise. He appeared content. Especially when he cupped your face in return:

“Then i’m sorry too…” he said, “…if I ever do the same”

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