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idyllic-ghost · 12 days

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title: What A Man (What A Mighty Good Man) pairing: idol!S.Coups x gn!reader genre: fluff, comedic, suggestive warnings: BSS drunk karaoke, second-hand embarrassment, pet names (pretty, babe, baby, etc.), alcohol mentions, mentions of explicit material, implied that reader is smaller than cheol (cheol can carry reader over his shoulder), reader has a bit of a lumberjack fantasy about cheol synopsis: Everyone knows you're down bad for Seungcheol, it's just extra obvious when you're drunk. wordcount: 2k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @cali-snow, @pearlygraysky, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

rating: 18+

a/n: idk why i wrote this, i was just listening to the song and then i got the idea- procrastinating on work is my biggest source of motivation for writing

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Seungcheol knew that tonight would end in chaos as soon as he saw the karaoke machine. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put in a karaoke machine in the living room area of the vacation home, was immensely wrong. He knew that at least a couple people in the group were going to start using it after a few drinks tonight, and luckily managed to get one of the bedrooms in the smaller cabins nearby instead of one in the main building. However, he didn't expect that one of the people who would hop on the karaoke machine would be you.

It was already getting late when Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Seokmin had "discovered" the karaoke machine. One of the members, or maybe even one of their partners, had attempted to hide it under a blanket - to no avail, seeing as the three of them were able to sniff it out.

It all started with a solo from Seungkwan, which Soonyoung joined in on. Soon enough, the entirety of BSS was singing together once Seokmin had joined them. Once the song finished, everyone expected them to start singing again soon enough - but they didn't expect to hear your voice echo from the speakers.

Seungcheol sat in the corner of the room, talking to Joshua about how nice it was going to be to spend some quiet time alone with you, when he heard "Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue start playing over the systems. At first, he thought nothing of it - maybe he was a little surprised that Soonyoung knew all of the words to the first verse, but there was nothing in particular that got his attention from his conversation. That was, until you started on the second verse.

"My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass. A body like Arnold with a Denzel face-"

Your voice was giggly, but you surprisingly managed to sing all of the words quite clearly . Joshua snorted as he looked up to the mini-stage that Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan had made out of a few tables. Seungcheol didn't dare look up at first, but it was impossible to ignore your loud voice over the speakers. As soon as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, your face lit up. From your face, Seungcheol could tell that you were drunk - he could tell that you were very drunk from the way you danced as if no one was watching... despite everyone definitely watching.

"Yeah, the ritual, highway to Heaven. From 7 to 7, he's got me open like 7-11," you shouted into the microphone while pointing to him.

Soonyoung was on the floor, dying from laughter, Seokmin was staring at the lyrics on the screen, and Seungkwan was singing back-up vocals while you kept going. Eventually, Seungcheol excused himself from his conversation with Joshua to walk to the front of the room. While he only thought this was cute, he knew that you would be embarrassed as all hell in the morning. It was time to put this to a stop. Seungkwan had since taken over, while you were holding your arms over your head and moving your hips in circles - completely unaware of the eyes on you, despite the many whoop's and wolf whistles. When you saw him approach, you stopped what you were doing and bounced over to him.

"Seungcheollie~," you slurred directly into the microphone. "You're a mighty-mighty good man!"

"Uh-huh." Seungcheol looked up at you, holding his hands out to catch you in case you fell off the table you were standing on. "I think you're ready for bed, pretty."

"Noooo," you whined as your boyfriend managed to take the microphone from you. "The song isn't done yet..."

Seungkwan and Soonyoung were still singing, while Seokmin was still looking at the lyrics and shouting out words at random, and not paying attention to you anymore. With a sigh, Seungcheol put the mic down on the ground - though he couldn't hide his big smile as he looked back up to see that you had started dancing again. He managed to take ahold of you, grabbing your legs and putting your body over his shoulder.

"Cheollie, nooo..."

Seungcheol excused himself to the room of people, and didn't wait for their response before going away to the bedroom the two of you had picked out. To get you more comfortable before he carried out in the chilly night, he maneuvered you to sit with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your face naturally found its way to the crook of his neck, and he heard you let out a delighted sigh as he hugged you a little tighter. He managed to put on his slippers without looking - or at least he thought it was his slippers - and decided to leave your shoes there to be picked up in the morning.

"Comfy?" he asked.

You hummed in response, and Seungcheol opened the door to step outside. The walk to the cabin wasn't far but it was getting pretty cold outside, and you shivered in his arms.

"We'll get you in bed soon, baby," he cooed at you.

"Seungcheol," you said in a very serious tone - you definitely hadn't heard what he had just said.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you a lumberjack man?" You lifted your upper body up to look at him.

"Why am I not a what now?" Seungcheol laughed, doing his best to give you his attention while still keeping you off the ground. "A lumberjack man?"

"You're so strong- you can definitely carry wood for a living." You gripped onto his biceps. "And you'd have, like, a husky or something... not that Kkuma isn't cute, she should come with us too... and we'd live in the woods- I think it'd be very hot of you."

"Are you fantasizing about me as a lumberjack man?" He opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside. "I thought I already was a mighty good man."

"Oh, you are." As he set you down on the bed, you refused to let him go - your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. "I just wanna watch you chop wood."

Despite you smelling of alcohol, Seungcheol pressed a kiss to your lips. His heart melted as he saw your big smile when he pulled away. As if his kiss was the password for you to unlock your arms, you let him go. Your eyes stayed on Seungcheol as he walked around the room, preparing for the night. He went into the bathroom to grab the painkillers you had brought and when he came back out, you were still looking at him. Your legs were crossed, leaning back on your arms, and your head was cocked to the side. As if he wasn't looking right at you, you looked him up and down - very obviously undressing him with your eyes.

"Babe," he said, interrupting your staring. "Get your pajamas."

"You're not going to undress me?" You pouted.

You were that kind of drunk. Seungcheol sighed and walked over to your bag, taking out your pajama pants and a t-shirt. While he was usually always intrigued whenever you tried to initiate something, tonight was not the case. You were almost too drunk to stand up straight, so no amount of complimenting his strong arms or fluttering your eyes at him was going to make Seungcheol give in. Still, he agreed to help undress you - and did so quickly, while you giggled as you tried to interrupt him.

Your hands never left his skin as he guided you around the room to get you ready for bed. After successfully getting you to brush your teeth, it was time for your skincare. He sat you down on the counter in the bathroom to help you, all the while you were feeling up his arms and shoulders. It was a little distracting, but Seungcheol put all of his energy to get your face clean. His hands were gentle as they traced the features of your face, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"Maybe you shouldn't be a lumberjack man," you muttered.

"No? Why not?"

"Your hands are so gentle," you whispered, as if it was a secret.

You let go of his arms to start touching his hands instead. Seungcheol tried his best to keep your hands away from his own, but you were relentless. With your hands on top of his, you pressed them against your cheeks. They almost covered your entire face, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Soft hands," you muttered. "Wow, you're warm."

"Baby, just let me do the last step..." He sighed and removed his hands from you to pick up your face lotion. "You're a menace when you're drunk."

"Can you cuddle me when we go to bed?" you asked sweetly, ignoring what he had just said again. "I want to steal your warmth."

"Sure, babe." He looked up at you with a soft smile. "Now, close your eyes again."

Once you were tucked under the covers, he got you a glass of water. When you saw him, standing in front of you with a glass of water and looking tired, your eyes started tearing up. Seungcheol was quick to crouch down, putting the water on the bedside table, and reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed.

"You really are a good man," you mumbled with a pout. "Like- not just in the hot way."

Seungcheol hung his head down to hide his laugh from you. If you had seen him laughing at you, he knew that you'd take it as a personal attack. He looked back at you, trying to keep a straight face.

"You deserve the best, alright?" He let you go and picked up the glass of water again. "Now, drink up. I'll get you another glass for you to drink in the morning."

You nodded, tears still in your eyes over his sweet act, and started drinking. After putting painkillers and another glass of water on the bedside table by your side of the bed, Seungcheol got ready for bed. When he crawled into bed, minutes later, you were already half asleep. He kept his promise, and cuddled up next to you. You snuggled your head against his chest, and put your cold feet against his legs. Seungcheol froze up, but was careful not to make a sound as you were about to fall asleep. He knew that you were going to hate yourself in the morning, that you were going to ask him a million questions about what you had done, but now you looked so peaceful and he hoped that you could stay like that for as long as possible.

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Breakfast was set out in the living room of the main house, made by the few that weren't experiencing a hungover that morning. You walked in behind Seungcheol, wearing one of his hoodies with the hood pulled up and sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose to protect you from the strong sunlight. As soon as a few people saw the two of you, they started singing:

"Whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!"

You groaned and reluctantly sat down by the table, apologizing to everyone that was there about your drunken behavior the night before. People started joking around about it and while you were embarrassed, you couldn't help but to laugh at their jokes.

"Seriously, Seungcheol, you should be proud." Chan said from beside you. "No sane person would ever get up on a table and sing that song like that to a person, if they weren't down bad for them."

You slapped Chan's arm lightly, but you knew it was true. Choi Seungcheol was a mighty good man, and you were 100% down bad for him.

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melbatron5000 · 1 month

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It's a 2-man Con

Listen, I think I know a thing.

When Aziraphale comes back from talking to the Metatron and is telling Crowley about being an angel, we've all heard the theory that he's speaking code, trying to ask for help. The more I look at that scene, the more that theory tracks.

Maybe less well-known is the theory that Crowley didn't miss a damn thing, he's answering in his own code. And again, the more I look at that scene, the more this also tracks.

(When my husband, annoyingly observant beloved partner that he is, saw the second season for the first time, he said, "That whole thing was a show for the Metatron. They have a plan. Crowley slipped something to Aziraphale when he kissed him." And I said, "Nah." But now I think he's right, and damn if he isn't smug.)

I'm gonna try to break down what I think they're saying here, because it takes just a hot minute to piece it together. I've been thinking this over for a couple of months now. I think I have most of it. I just don't know when Crowley puts whatever he's handing to Aziraphale in his own mouth. I need more eagle-y eyes, it seems.

First, Aziraphale comes back from his talk. He's pensive as he crosses the road, and anxious when he starts talking, and mouths "I need help!" as he's talking. He's acting like he does when he lies to the other angels, and once it's seen "I need help!" is pretty clear.

He does the whole thing about telling Crowley he could appoint him as an angel, like old times, but even nicer. It's all very uptight and not positive at all. My interpretation? "The Metatron is here, I think he knows we're up to something, we have to go to Heaven right now and put things right before he really does something awful to one or both of us. The time to spring the plan is NOW."

Crowley stares at him. At first it seems like he's staring in disbelief, but if you really look at his face, he's listening, hard, and interpreting as fast as he can:

He asks Aziraphale if he told the Metatron where he could stick it, then. My interpretation? "The plan has changed. I can't go with you to Heaven. You'll have to go alone."

Then Crowley starts his confession -- "We've spent our existence pretending we aren't."

Aziraphale looks at him -- not with shock, or surprise, or love, or hope, but with a "Why are you doing this now?" face. Not "Why did you wait til now to tell me, you love me, oh, I love you too!" But "Why are you telling me SOMETHING I ALREADY KNOW while our ENEMY IS LISTENING??" :

He's confused, but also listening and interpreting. What I'm hearing/seeing: I don't think this is a love confession from our demon. I think they are both well aware they love one another. They can't say it in so many words, and it's a secret from Heaven and Hell, but it's not a secret between them. I'm hearing Crowley set the scene. "The Metatron either wants us together in Heaven under control, or separated. I have things I have to do here or the plan won't work, so we'll have to separate. We need to make it look good. I do love you."

I don't think Aziraphale likes this change of plan. And Crowley can't detail why the plan has changed, not with the Metatron listening. So Aziraphale insists, come with me. The plan we had will work. Do it my way. Crowley says, "You can't leave this book shop." It's easy to interpret that as "You can't leave me," but I don't think it's that. He's saying something about the book shop being safe, or even that he can't leave without whatever they've hidden in the book shop. (I THINK THEY HID SOMETHING IN THE BOOK SHOP!) Aziraphale says, "Nothing lasts forever." I hear him saying the book shop is no longer safe, and they have to move/take whatever they've hidden and they can't speak freely there anymore.

Crowley replies, "No I suppose it doesn't. Good luck." He's gotten that much, but he is still set on his "We need to fake a break up because I can't go with you."

Aziraphale still doesn't like that. "Come back! I need you!" He's scared. Whatever he has to do in Heaven is big, and scary, and he needs and wants Crowley with him. He does not want to go into the mouth of danger alone.

This is when we get, "No nightingales." What I'm hearing? ESPECIALLY since if you listen, you can hear a LARK sing as Crowley goes out the door? It's the line from Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare, whose plays they both enjoy, though Crowley prefers the funny ones. "It's too late, that's a lark singing the dawn, not a nightingale singing to the night, we have to part. Our happy ending isn't yet."

Then the kiss. I do not believe this is their first kiss. I don't believe they've allowed themselves many, maybe not even more than one, but I do think they've kissed before. I'm not sure when, but I suspect 1941. (Season 3, come ON!!)

And when they part, Aziraphale stops himself from saying "I love you," and instead says, "I forgive you." I'm hearing so many things in that "I forgive you." I forgive you for leaving me on my own, I forgive you for hurting my feelings like this, I forgive you for changing the plan without telling me, I forgive you because you are forgivable whatever anyone else says, I forgive you because that's what I said when we split up at the bandstand and everything was okay in the end and I hope hope hope that everything will be okay in the end this time too.

Crowley says, "Don't bother." I'm hearing, "yeah, I hope it's all okay, too. Wish me fuckin luck. My part will be hard, too."

And as Crowley leaves, Aziraphale mouths, "No." And we hear a lark sing. A lark, singing to the dawn, and so fair Romeo must away.

Just because the break up is a ruse, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt and isn't hard. It has to look real, and so it's going to feel real, too. Ouch. :'(

And then Aziraphale touches his lips. Not once, but twice. My bad, he only touches his lips once. The first long second is pure emotion. "Why now, I hate this, I want that so badly and I can't have it."

After that, though --

After he pulls himself together a bit, he has a bulge in his cheek. He shifts his jaw to move whatever he has in his mouth to his lips, and then his first two fingers go stiff for a moment as he palms something right before he takes his hand away.

And then, this.

Edit to add: someone on Facebook asked me why a kiss to pass whatever Crowley gave to Aziraphale, why not palm it or drop it in his pocket?

My answers: 1. The kiss is a message. "We're still good, I still love you, I still want this." 2. The item is too important to be dropped in a pocket and hopefully found later. 3. The Metatron is paying WAY too close attention, and will definitely see them touch hands. Seeing a kiss and the angel rejecting the demon, though? Well, the demon forced that kiss on him, the angel didn't want it. Clearly the demon thinks this relationship is different than it is. It's a bigger gesture that sells the ruse. 4. Houdini's wife used to pass him the keys to his cuffs with a kiss before the show. This is a message that magic-loving Aziraphale WILL understand: here are the keys to your cuffs, sneaked to you by your beloved in plain sight.

That's it. That's what I got so far. I still have questions.

What did Crowley pass to Aziraphale? What's the plan? Why did it change? What does Crowley need to do that he can't go to Heaven again?

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow #final fifteen #ineffable divorce #good omens fan theory #2 man con #they have a plan #they played the metatron and we fell for it #the kiss

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akystaracer22 · 3 months

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Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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sjyuns · 6 months

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🗒️ 、WANNA BE YOURS

brother’s best friend! heeseung x fem reader 1222 words warning kissing injuries genre fluff mikaela’s note a new fav trope arises from a single hee pic… life’s absolutely crazy

“Are you even listening to me?” Jay’s voice pierces through your train of thoughts, and you almost roll your eyes in annoyance if it wasn’t for the way Heeseung gave you a small smile which made you flush in embarrassment.

You wish Jay could shut up, because then only would you be able to admire Heeseung in peace and tranquillity. His hair dripping with sweat and basketball jersey showcasing his muscular arms that glimmered under white light — Lee Heeseung looked almost god-like and unreal.

As you continue to stare at him, who looks back at you all doe eyed and full of adoration, you wince when you notice a cut on his lips. “What happened, Hee?”

Heeseung feels goosebumps present on his skin the moment you call his name, it’s the first time you’ve ever called him with such delicacy and he almost melts.

“Right, can you get the first aid kit? Some sore loser from the other team came at him after the game,” your brother replies instead of him. And Heeseung quietly thanks Jay for being the blabber mouth that he is, because there is no way Heeseung could coherently form sentences in front of you.

He thinks you look the best today out of all days, hair messy and your brother’s extra jersey engulfing you — it makes it easier to imagine his jersey on you, his name, and a big 01 plastered behind because you were the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

Eyes glued on you as you run into the bathroom, hurriedly looking for the first aid kit. “Jay,” you call, opening the cupboards only to find the kit placed unusually high up the shelves, “can you help me?”

Even from the bathroom, you can hear Jay let out a loud groan before shuffling started and footsteps grew louder as he approached the bathroom. “I can’t reach it,” you tell him, eyes focused on the kit just inches away from your reach.

“Don’t move, doll. I’ll get it for you,” and you freeze as you feel Heeseung’s chest press against your back, soft deep voice encasing your heart as he leans over you to grab the first aid kit with ease. “You’ll help me, right doll?”

You turn around, eyes towards the ground as you nod. You never once deemed yourself a shy person, but it seemed like your brother’s best friend managed to turn your stomach into a butterfly garden just by a single word and action.

Heeseung situates himself at the edge of the bathtub as he gestures you over, “don’t be shy, you weren’t when we were in the living room,” he grins with a quiet laugh, “could feel your stares from miles away.”

Heeseung, however, wasn’t really in a position to say that, because he himself felt nervous around you and he stared, he always did when you were within vicinity. Hell, he probably stared at you longer than you’ve stared at him. And you call him out just for that, “you were staring too, Hee.” You pause, a slight pout evident on your lips, “and I’m not shy.”

It’s that nickname again, the one that brings him to his knees. And he can point out every single detail that makes the way that his name rolled off your tongue different from the others. It was the gracefulness, how you made his name sound right, and it was just, you — Heeseung thinks that every word you say sounded like heaven.

“You’re too pretty not to stare at,” Heeseung says, a small smirk on his face as he watches you blush for the third time, “you think I’m too handsome not to be stared at, doll?” And you think that only Lee Heeseung could make such a narcissistic comment sound so flirty as he stares up at you with slight arrogance.

You scoff, yet the everlasting redness of your cheeks give him the answer he’d been looking for. The cotton bud in your hand steady as you stand between Heeseung’s long legs, eyes focused on the cut on his lips, trying your best not to get overly flustered by how plump and soft looking they are.

Heeseung winces slightly at the sting as the cotton bud brushes against the cut yet his eyes remain unwavering, fixed on the way your eyebrows furrowed and your nose scrunched in concentration.

“Sorry,” you mutter as you see his jaw clench and release, “I’ll be more careful, Hee.” He hums and you move in closer to analyse the cut, hands shaking slightly as you try your best not to press too hard. “There,” you whisper more so to yourself with a tinge of pride, unknowing of the small distance between your face and Heeseung’s.

Trying to calm his ragged breathing and palpitating heart, Heeseung sucks in a small breath and his eyes move from your eyes to your lips. He’s always been one who had immense self control, especially when it came to you — you were his best friend’s little sister after all, someone who was seemingly out of the question no matter what the scenario was.

And if it was almost impossible to control himself when you were metres away, it was impossible to control himself now when you’re just mere centimetres away from him. Heeseung tries to rationalise, it’s not like Jay ever gave him the sacred ‘talk’ about not doing anything to you — maybe it was because Jay trusted Heeseung, but either way, no talk meant a green light, right?

It takes you a few seconds to realise how close you were to Heeseung and you almost lose yourself at the way he looked at you. To you, it was like a fairytale come to life, especially when all you did ever since he walked into your living room three years ago was stare from afar.

But it’s real, he’s here, and you find yourself moving closer only to stop yourself. He’s Jay’s best friend, and you’d be caught dead if Jay ever saw you in this position with him, especially when he was only a few rooms away.

The small action makes Heeseung throw in the white towel, and he doesn’t think he can control himself for any longer — not when you’re right in front of him, looking like the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, a surreal figure from a dream.

“Can I, doll?” Hush whispers as his tongue darts across his lips, and you find yourself losing all train of thoughts in the presence of him. “Yes, Hee,” you answer and he doesn’t waste a single second to kiss you.

It’s feverish, the feeling of his lips moulded against yours. And seconds hadn’t even passed, yet you think that you’d give anything just to kiss him again. The previous swarm of butterflies have made their nest in your stomach as his hand grips your hips. You think this is what blissfulness feels like.

Even after the kiss breaks, his hands stay on your hips, thumbs caressing it as he stares at you. Heeseung thinks life’s unfair — and it is, when the only girl he’s ever been interested in is his best friend’s younger sister. And if he wasn’t certain before, Heeseung thinks he’s ready to risk it all now, even if he were to get knocked out by your brother’s punches.

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭

“Don’t make a big deal,” Bucky said — “I have all I need right here,” he insisted. A shame, really, that he had thought that you had listened, and you wouldn’t make a big deal of it; he was so wrong, and he would be better off for being so, for when a paw touched your heart, it would never leave.

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Bucky had made it expressly clear that his birthday was not a big deal, and it was to not be made into a ‘thing’. “‘M fine, doll. I have all I need right here,” he had said while holding you tightly.

Naturally, of course, you didn’t listen.

March rolled ‘round so fast it left you reeling. The days on the calendar steadily got crossed off until they reached the giant red circle around the big day, March 10th.

The morning air was crisp, and the yellow glow of the sun through the sheer drapes woke you from sleep, combined with the weight of Bucky’s arm draped over your hip–it wasn’t a surprise that you’d mistaken it for heaven.

Your plan was ninety-five percent set in stone, having called ahead the week before and yesterday, much to the amusement of the employees and volunteers you had spoken to – you were on a first name basis now, with all of them.

All that was needed for your plan to be one hundred percent certain, and ready to go?

Coffee. It was some damn good coffee.

“No,” Bucky’s muffled voice came from the crook of your neck when you moved, and you smiled. Testing the waters, you shifted again, only slightly. “I said no,” Bucky grumbled, his voice raspy with sleep. The arm resting over your hip moved to cradle just under your chest, the grip tight and firm. “Not gettin’ up.”

You shuffled and turned in his arms until you faced him, his arms still around you and holding you to his chest with no sign of relenting anytime soon. “Happy birthday, Buck,” you whispered, kissing him on the nose sweetly.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, pulling you impossibly closer. “Now lemme sleep.”

“C’mon.” Your hands pushed against his chest and he whined in protest. “You need to get up, babe.”

“Why?” Bucky cracked an eye open and stared at you suspiciously. “I told you this wasn’t a big deal.”

“I know,” you agreed, though you smiled innocently and widened your eyes so the sun’s rays would make them sparkle – Bucky could never resist that look, you knew. “But I didn’t listen.”

“Of course you didn’t listen,” Bucky sighed. You giggled and pushed back until he released you from his hold, and he rolled over onto his back with a groan. “Can I at least have some coffee before you spring anythin’ on me?”

“Sure, Sarge.” The bed sheets rustled as you moved to the edge of the bed. “We have a big day ahead of us, I don’t want you grumpy–well, grumpier than you usually are, for it.”

Bucky only grunted in response, and you chuckled.

The cup of hot coffee seemed to brighten Bucky up for your plan as you hoped, though the traces of frustration in his expression – the slight pout of his lips and the furrow of his brow when you consistently brushed off or denied his questions of just what the hell you had planned for the day, made you smirk cheekily. It was like dangling a prize just out of reach; a game that you were in the long haul for and wouldn’t ruin so soon, no matter how tempting his bribes were.

“You will just have to wait and see,” you said. Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes as he leant against the doorway, his arms crossed and lips still pouted in exaggerated defiance. You stared at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Bucky raised a brow, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Like what?”

“Like that,” you gestured to his face, then down to his chest that was straining against his Henley. “Don’t.”

“Oh, are you struggling, baby?” Bucky cooed and you glared at him. Bastard, you thought. “You wouldn’t struggle so much if you just told me, I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”

Oh, it was tempting.

“No,” you snapped, pointing a finger and jamming it into his chest–his much too toned and muscled chest that you wanted- “No, stop that, I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing, baby girl?” Bucky hummed and it was all you could do to not give in. You had to remain strong – his present counted on it! You groaned and stalked away to get dressed, leaving a laughing Bucky in your wake.

An hour later the two of you were dressed comfortably. Bucky wore a grey shirt and his favourite burgundy Henley, paired with jeans, the pair that fit his thighs so snuggly it was almost impossible to resist. A black baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, mostly ‘to keep his unruly hair in check’, though you knew it was because he didn’t want to be seen – be recognised.

“Now,” you started and Bucky looked at you curiously. “I need you to either use this,” you held up an eye mask that was nondescript and soft, “or you need to keep your eyes closed. It’s your choice, babe, but I want this to be a surprise.”

“Kinky,” Bucky muttered and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll just keep my eyes closed, promise.”

Bucky’s car came to life with a loud purr and he tensed next to you. “I won’t hurt your baby,” you laughed and Bucky looked at you guiltily, a small smirk on his lips betraying his playful nature. “Here,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your thigh. “Close your eyes for me–no funny business!” You shrieked when his hand moved higher and he laughed.

“Alright, alright.” Bucky’s hand moved closer to your knee and he closed his eyes as you put the car in gear. If Bucky’s grip tightened on the door handle, you ignored it.

The drive was only a short one, but your excitement to see his reaction made it stretch to be unbearable. Songs played over the radio while Bucky hummed along quietly and when you stopped at traffic lights, your hand found Bucky’s and you squeezed, making him smile softly.

“Almost there,” you said when a large park came into view. The energy that flooded you made you vibrate out of your skin with excitement, and Bucky picked up on it.

“Too much coffee, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled, and you shushed him while you pulled into an empty park – right out front of the building, where a sign painted with big block letters loomed over the windshield of his car.

SHELTER.

You turned the ignition and the car shut off, the once loud purr now silent so you could hear distant barks of the dogs running amok in the park and being led amongst the alleys and buildings.

“Are… are those, dogs?” Bucky shifted, furrowing his brows in confusion. “What-”

“We’re here, babe,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and holding it. He squeezed yours once and his head turned towards you, eyes still closed. “Open your eyes for me.”

Icy blue irises met yours and the pupils were blown, quickly shrinking to be normal while he stared at you with narrowed eyes, his suspicions still not confirmed. “Why are there dogs? Where are we?”

“Look.” You pointed out the windshield towards the sign.

Time slowed to a stop as Bucky turned his head so his gaze could focus on the sign. His lips, once set in a slight frown of confusion, opened wide to let out a gasp of shock. The grip he had on your hand tightened as he leant forward in his seat to stare at the sign – looking for any sign of a ruse, or a trick.

“It’s real, Buck–baby, we’re here,” you rushed when he started to tremble slightly. The shock and joy overwhelmed him and rendered him speechless. “Breathe for me.”

Bucky slowly took deep, grounding breaths and you smiled when he looked back at you with unrestrained glee, his eyes bright with tears. “Y-You brought me here? Here?”

“I did,” you said softly and Bucky hiccuped. “I know you’ve been wanting a pet of your own after your therapist suggested it–truth be told, she told me long before she told you, I’ve been hatching this plan for a while now. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Bucky just stared at you in wonder, and you stared back with all the love you could convey.

“Happy birthday, babe,” you whispered into the silence and a single tear fell down Bucky’s cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb and he leant into your touch. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you more, doll,” Bucky whispered.

“Now, c’mon!” You rushed, unbuckling your seat belt and opening the car door. “Let’s go!”

You held Bucky’s hand tightly as you led the way – Bucky was far too overwhelmed and staring at everything in awe, the dogs, their handlers, the hustle and bustle of the workers and volunteers.

The main reception was a small building, cosy and homely with soft neutral tones and wooden floor boards, with well-loved couches and seats scattered about the waiting area.

“Hey there! Welcome,” a lady said from behind the main desk. She was an elderly woman, her smile bright and happy. “What can I do for you?”

“I called ahead,” you said and supplied your name. Bucky was too busy taking in the environment to pay attention. “And this is Bucky.”

“Ah! Hello, dear,” the woman replied, a twinkle in her eye. “My name is Deb, take a seat for me and someone will be right out to bring you back.”

Bucky followed you without a word when you moved to sit on a couch to wait. There was soft music playing over the speakers and Bucky kept looking around, not in fear – the tells of his expression were only of nerves, and excitement. You placed your hand on his bouncing knee and smiled at him warmly. “You doing okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky said, his voice strained. “Just–just happy, I can’t believe it-”

You brought Bucky’s hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, a soothing act to his fraying nerves. “I know, I can’t wait.”

A call of your name came from the desk and you looked over to see another staff member, a woman about your age with dark hair. Her smile was contagious and she looked as though she was bouncing on the spot with excitement. “I’m Cherie,” she said, offering her hand to shake. “Come with me, I’ll take you back. Though I gotta warn you, they are extra cuddly today.”

“They?” Bucky whispered, and Cherie grinned.

“They,” Cherie affirmed. “It’s for the best that you dressed comfortably, you will likely be stuck with them for a while. Lil’ terrors, they are.”

Bucky looked at you with barely restrained excitement and you nodded encouragingly. “They,” he repeated just above a whisper. “Oh, no, baby–am I looking at-”

“Wait and see, Buck,” you replied, pulling him along. The corridors were bright with sunlight and painted in neutral tones, a natural, peaceful atmosphere you were grateful for. Bucky was already struggling with the fact he was out and about, throwing extreme levels of excitement in the mix and it would be a recipe for disaster if you weren’t careful.

“We’re just down here,” Cherie said cheerily, pointing towards a set of double doors with yellow paw prints painted along the bottom. “Are you ready?”

You looked at Bucky and he smiled nervously. “We’re ready,” you answered Cherie, still looking at Bucky. “You got this, babe, I’m here.” A squeeze to his hand that he returned zealously.

“Here we go,” Cherie gushed, her voice high in excitement and the double doors opened with a quiet whoosh. The sight made you gasp in shock while Bucky stared in awe. The room was vast. Glass pens filled to the brim with blankets and beds lined two opposing walls, while towering cat trees were placed against the far wall, their height perfect for the cats to look through a window that spanned the top half of the wall, the view of the play yards the perfect enrichment.

“Holy cow,” Bucky whispered, his eyes bright with wonder and curiosity. “Oh my-” A mewling noise cut him off and the two of you looked to the source.

Kittens.

Kittens of all shapes, colours, and sizes, were scrabbling against the glass door of their pen; their little mouths wide with cries for love and cuddles, for scratches and pets. It was enough to bring tears to your eyes, they were so damn cute.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, rushing over while Bucky stood rooted to the spot and staring wide eyed at the kittens jostling to get closer to your presence. “They’re so cute, oh my gosh!”

“That they are!” Cherie agreed. She was bustling around and grabbing large pillows and blankets. “This litter seems to be the cuddliest we’ve had yet, so you’re in luck.”

You looked over your shoulder and up to Bucky. “C’mere, babe, it’s okay,” you encouraged, offering a hand out for him to hold. “It’s okay.” Slowly, ever so slowly, Bucky took your offered hand and crouched down beside you. “Aren’t they adorable?”

“They are,” Bucky whispered, reaching a finger out to the glass and watching the kittens scrabble over one another just to touch, to feel the newcomer’s touch.

A shuffling sound and a soft plop echoed behind you, and you looked over to find Cherie placing two large pillows on the floor – close, but not too close. “Are you two ready for me to let them out?”

You stood and pulled Bucky up with you. He hadn’t worn his gloves today so you held his right hand, and grabbed a hold of the cold metal of his left. “Listen, babe,” you began softly, and Bucky finally tore his eyes away from the fluffy kittens to look at you. There was a glint in his eyes, a sparkle of happiness you hadn’t seen before – you immediately knew this was the best idea that his therapist could have come up with. “They’re gonna crowd you, they’re gonna be loud,” you continued, even softer. “But you are safe, you’re with me, and you won’t hurt them,” for emphasis, you squeezed his left hand and he glanced down at it, then back up at you. “I promise, okay?”

Bucky’s throat worked as he swallowed thickly, and he gave a slow, single nod. “Okay.”

God, you were so proud of him.

“We’re ready,” you said to Cherie, leading Bucky to the pillows. Sitting down with a quiet oof, you took Bucky’s hand and squeezed it while Cherie walked to the door of the pen. “Proud of you, babe,” you whispered to Bucky while Cherie’s back was turned, and he smiled happily.

“All right,” Cherie began, turning around so you could see her wide grin. “Batten the hatches, here they come.”

The door swung open, and it was pandemonium. Kittens ran everywhere, their cries and meows of determination to find their way to your laps first was incredibly endearing. A few stragglers chose to adventure rather than run amongst the charging cavalry.

“Whoa!”

You looked at Bucky quickly, afraid he was too overwhelmed, but instead your heart soared. Bucky was sitting stock still, wide-eyed, and his hands trembled slightly where they rested on his knees, but he was covered in kittens. They were climbing determinedly into his lap and up his stomach and up his arms with one mission in mind; to get the first cuddle from the newcomer.

Cherie was laughing softly from her place by the door and you followed suit. The look of wonder on Bucky’s face had only doubled in intensity as he watched the little balls of fluff fight over who got to his face first.

A small black kitten won the race in the end. Bucky moved so slowly, so carefully, to cradle it in his large hand where it mewled and rubbed over his fingers. The others continued to claw up his front until a calico reached his shoulder to meow right into Bucky’s ear, but he didn’t even flinch. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed, picking the calico up from his shoulder with his free hand, his left hand. “You’re so small…”

Your heart grew so big at the sight you were sure it would burst from your chest. Bucky was so gentle, so careful, with the kittens – treating them so delicately, even when he was petrified of the thought of hurting them with his strength. You knew he had it in him, but here he was, proving to himself that he was indeed capable of being gentle, of being a beefy, living, breathing cat tree.

Kittens were beginning to meander about, their curiosity winning out over the giant man in their presence in favour of coming to investigate you. “Hey, lil’ guys,” you whispered happily, scratching a ginger kitten and a brown kitten behind the ears. “You’re all so cute!”

You looked over at Bucky while you played with a black and white one that had barrelled its way through the ginger and brown one, and you paused. He was frozen with a lap full of kittens, though he wasn’t looking at them, any of them. “Babe, are you okay?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away and you grew worried, until you glanced towards where he was staring. A small kitten, no bigger than your palm, sat huddled just out of reach and it was shivering, the long white fur of its coat trembling with the movements of its body. It was a little odd – all of the other kittens were playful and bouncing around, though not this one.

“This little one had a rough start,” Cherie said softly, crouching down and offering an open palm to the tiny kitten. “Her mother was hit and killed by a car and this lil’ one was found in an alley. A young man brought her in, and she’s been in our care ever since. She only recently became old enough to be amongst this lot.”

“She’s so small,” Bucky said, looking at Cherie fully for the first time. “Why is she so small?”

“We don’t know,” Cherie answered sadly, a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips. “Though she is healthy, she’s just… small.”

“Can I-” Bucky began, but stopped. He started to chew his lip in thought.

You looked at him and watched his expression tighten, tears remarkably clouded his eyes and he frowned sadly. “What is it, babe?”

Bucky looked at you, almost pleading, then back to the kitten, and then up at Cherie. “Can I hold her?” His voice was small, quiet. Cherie looked taken aback at the question for a brief second but she covered it with a smile.

“Of course you can, love.” Cherie stood and shuffled back to the door. “Do you want the others to go back? We can take you to a quieter room for this lil’ nervous ball of fluff, yeah?”

“Yes, please,” Bucky murmured. He scratched a few of the kittens in his lap behind the ears and cooed to them in farewell, before picking them up carefully and offering them up to Cherie.

You helped Cherie herd the kitten back into their pen until the fluffy, tiny one remained; huddled on the floor and looking up at Bucky with bright, wide blue eyes.

“Hello, little one,” Bucky breathed, offering a hand to the small, adorable creature. “It’s okay, not gonna hurt you.”

Your heart seized at his words, and you smiled tearily to yourself.

The kitten didn’t move from its place on the floor, though it sniffed the air, its little nose wiggling with the effort and it was all you could do to not coo loudly. Bucky shuffled closer to the kitten and with baited breath, he reached forward and carefully picked her up from the floor. A loud mew suddenly left the kitten, startling all three of you, and it started purring in earnest.

“I think you have found the one, Bucky,” Cherie said quietly, a soft smile on her lips while she watched. “Come, there is a much quieter room where you can sit with this lil’ angel.”

Bucky looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes, a smile on his perfect lips. “Okay,” he said, slowly manoeuvring his way to his feet. “She’s very soft.” The small kitten mewed quietly when Bucky moved her so he could cradle her against his chest, the size of his hands dwarfing her even more.

“She is so cute, such a small lil’ thing,” you cooed, offering a finger for her to sniff. Bucky offered her to you to hold but you shook your head quickly, pushing his hands back against his chest so she could cuddle into his shirt. “I’ll get my fill of cuddles later, I don’t mind.”

Cherie led the two of you to a smaller, more intimate room with a floor to ceiling window on one side, and two couches placed opposite one another on a carpeted rug. A basket of toys sat next to a small cat tree, right by a small bowl of water. “Here you are,” she said, ushering you and Bucky inside. “I’ll be just down the hall, over there,” she pointed at another door labelled ‘employees only’, “if you need me, okay?”

“Thank you,” you beamed, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his attention wholly focused on the ball of fluff that was now wriggling in his hands. Cherie grinned and nodded before turning and departing your company.

“She is so soft,” Bucky marvelled quietly. “She’s like a cloud–a fluffy cloud.”

“She definitely is,” you agreed happily, taking a seat on the couch next to the toys. “Come sit, babe, she might want to play.”

Disregarding the couch entirely, Bucky sat cross-legged on the floor with his back against the opposing couch and took off his cap to place it behind him on a cushion. With the cap gone, his hair flowed freely and the kitten noticed, mewling softly as it attempted to crawl up to Bucky’s neck and hide in the curtain of his hair.

“Where you off to, little one?” Bucky chuckled. The kitten made a huffing noise as Bucky grabbed it gently and pulled it away so he could look into her face. “Look at’chu,” he cooed softly, bringing her closer to his face so they were almost nose to nose. “Isn’t she adorable?”

“The cutest,” you answered. A quiet gasp left you when the kitten booped her nose against Bucky’s, licking it once before beginning to purr again. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes, an unspoken ‘did you see that!’, you nodded, smiling happily. “I did, babe. I did.”

Hours passed in that room, the sun was high in the sky by the time you went and looked for Cherie. Bucky had spent the entire time cooing softly and playing with the kitten, and you knew she was the one for him when he started to cry when she grabbed his left forefinger between her paws and looked up at him. Somehow, her eyes were full of adoration – it was like she was human at that point.

Once you had found Cherie, you had brought her back to the room but gestured to keep quiet. She peered over your shoulder and you both watched while Bucky held the kitten up to his face so she could rub over his cheek, the volume of her purrs audible even in the doorway. “She’s the one,” Cherie whispered, and you nodded – you wholeheartedly agreed.

While you filled out the paperwork, Bucky held the kitten, cradling her against his neck where she curled happily amongst the loose hair from under his cap. Deb had smiled so wide when she spied the two of you walking back to reception with, “The cutest bundle of fluff I ever did see,” and had hurried to grab the paperwork that you were almost finished with.

“Now if there are any issues, just give us a call and we would be happy to help,” Cherie said. Her hand stretched out to scratch the kitten one last time and Bucky didn’t flinch at the initiation. “You take care now, y’hear?”

“I hear,” Bucky mumbled, smiling contentedly while stroking the kitten. “Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, love,” Cherie replied, and Deb nodded.

“It has been wonderful seeing your family grow.”

You offered the completed paperwork back to Deb, and rested a hand on Bucky’s arm. “You guys have been amazing, thank you for helping me make his birthday special.”

The drive home was full of Bucky making soft cooing noises at the kitten and petting her, the fact that you were driving his car didn’t even cross his mind – you knew that for a fact because he didn’t wince or complain playfully about your driving, not even once.

“Have you thought of a name, Buck?” You asked, pulling into the driveway and turning the car off. Bucky nodded once and continued to coo at the kitten. “Let’s get her inside, you take her and I’ll grab the supplies they gave us.”

As soon as the door swung open, Bucky made a beeline for the living room to sit on his side of the couch. You sighed and hauled everything in, content to see Bucky so happy with his gift – a very successful plan, if you said so yourself.

The day went by gracefully slowly, the hours stretching on while Bucky settled her into your home. It was close to dinner time when you asked again. “What’s this angel’s name, babe?”

Bucky looked up at you while you stood in the kitchen, his perch on the couch the perfect spot for you to see him carding through her fur while she dozed. “Her name is Alpine,” he said happily. “And she’s my second best girl.”

You laughed and made your way over, moving to sit down on the couch next to Alpine, but Bucky grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to sit in his lap. He wasted no time in cradling you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck while he breathed you in.

“Thank you, for today,” Bucky mumbled into the comfortable silence. “I’m one lucky fella to call you mine, baby girl.”

“You’re welcome, Bucky,” you said quietly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I’m the lucky one here, I promise.”

The two of you sat in silence while you watched the slow rise and fall of Alpine’s side while she breathed deeply, content and fast asleep from the exhausting day of playing and her many adventures.

“‘M gonna say it again, babe,” you started, yawning part way through. Bucky rubbed your side and nuzzled closer. “Happy birthday.” You felt Bucky smile, the tug of his lips tickling the side of your neck while his breath fanned over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, placing a single kiss on the column of your throat. “I love you so much.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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scekrex · 1 month

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I’ve had this idea for a while and I like your writing so I figured Id ask you! If you don’t like it, please feel free to ignore!! Can we get Lucifer’s reaction to sinner!Adam being with someone who seems to genuinely love and care for him. I always kinda saw Lilith and Eve as people who wasn’t into the idea of being with Adam in a serious manner (Lilith a lot more than Eve) which is why they turned to Lucifer.

I just find the idea of Lucifer seeing someone genuinely care for Adam more than any of Adam’s past lovers really fun. Like, would he be low-key jealous? Would he be happy for Adam (as much as he definitely would not admit it)

I also would find it funny of what Lucifer would think to Adam dating a guy. The first man, progenitor of humanity, Mr. everyone came from these nuts himself, discovering he’s bi waaaay too late into his after-life, and after he becomes a SINNER no less! I can’t help but chuckle about it

Have a nice rest of your day!! ❤️❤️

Okay so this turned into some Adam x male!reader n Lucifer being jealous over reader. Basically one-sided adamsapple. Hope you enjoy, xoxo/p

Part 2

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a little weird, that the devil had to admit, it was a little weird to see Adam so happy, so relaxed, so lovingly. Ever since the former angel had arrived in hell after Alastor's little demon girl friend had ended him he had been even worse than before. He had constantly insulted the residents of the hotel, whenever there had been the possibility to pick a fight with Charlie, Adam had done exactly that.

And it made Lucifer feel strange.

Adam was laying on the couch, you were laying on top of him - chest to chest - his guitar was gently placed on your back as he played for you. Has Adam ever played for anyone but himself? Lucifer certainly didn't think so. Sure, he had played concerts in heaven, but he had mainly played for himself, for his own entertainment, so that people listened to him had just been a nice bonus. But actively played for someone? No.

And your curious, loving eyes were watching his every move, an adoring smile was on your lips and Lucifer's heart felt heavy at the view. The thought was small but it bloomed in him, the thought that this could have been him, that he could be the one laying on Adam's chest while the first man played for Lucifer instead of a random sinner. It wasn't fair, but Lucifer had already known that. Life - or afterlife - never played fair. Never.

“Dad?” Charlie's soft voice made him tear his eyes from the scene, her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Are you-” she interrupted herself as soon as she spotted you and Adam and a small sigh escaped her.

Adam played the last chord and then proudly looked down on you, a cocky smile on his lips as you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. One of your hands moved to ruffle through his hair and Lucifer suddenly remembered Eden, back when it had been just Adam. Just him and Adam. Those times were long gone though, and the devil knew it, he knew that what they had back then would never return, especially now that Adam had you.

He was thankful that Adam had finally found someone, that he wasn't feeling as miserable anymore and that he actually seemed to try and redeem himself. And yet Lucifer couldn't bring himself to be happy for the first man, not when the person laying on his chest was you instead of him.

The fact that Adam was dating a guy didn't make it easier to deal with though. If you were a girl it would be different for Lucifer, that way he could trick his brain into believing that Adam was straight, that he had no chance anyway. But you weren't a girl and Adam wasn't straight. The possibility had been there, the possibility had been right in his damn hands back in Eden. The bond he and Adam had back then had been special, it had been a connection Lucifer had never felt again in that way. Yet Adam had always denied being queer once his soul arrived in heaven. The image of him kissing your forehead so softly however shed new light on it, Adam didn't deny being bi anymore, he had grown comfortable with it actually. The credit for that went to Angel Dust.

Why you? Why not him? That's a thought that constantly occupied Lucifer's mind. What did you have that he hadn't? The devil didn't know.

Charlie's hand squeezed his shoulder apologetic, she knew. Of course she knew, Lucifer had told her himself after all. He had told her about Eden, back when Adam had been the sweetest creation of God's, right after ducks, that was. A thing Adam had named. Adam had named most of the things, if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it had been his job after all. But when Adam had named ducks, Lucifer had been there, he had been with Adam when the first man had spotted a duck for the first time.

Oh how bittersweet that tasted now.

You looked over, spotting the devil and his daughter as you happily waved them over, Adam simply rolled his eyes in annoyance but remained quiet.

Lucifer tensed up, Charlie however led him over to the two of you.

Oh fuck him.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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towards-toramunda · 8 months

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Thinking about more iconic lines from the show over the years instead of going to bed and created a list that is far too long:

- What’s my mother’s name?

- My best. Finally.

- I have so many flowers to bring to her.

- You were not born with venom in your veins. You learned it. You learned it.

- Don’t get on my ass about it! All I heard is that its pretty easy to do here thats all I took from what you said. (Bonus: its for the god of arts and crafts)

- At dawn, we plan.

- Doo doot doo doo doot doooo donuts!

- What matters more, the dream or the dreamer?

- Sleep well with your bad decisions.

- Nothing happens for a reason. It’s absolute fucking chaos.

- Patience is fine, but it can curdle into apathy.

- I’ve met the devil, thats not him.

- You never take copper. That's just kicking someone while they're down. You take silver if they're an asshole, and you take gold regardless.

- Time is one of my specialties.

- It’s entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are.

- How lucky I am to have had all of you. How lucky indeed.

- I smell like a crayon.

- I could tell by the bone structure and the contempt.

- I think I can punch ghosts now.

- Big moon, little moon.

- Pop, pop!

- I need chaos. I have faith in chaos.

- Molly said not to steal from happy people.

- I am going to tell you the story of how I murdered my mother and father.

- Smiley day to ya!

- I killed my family, I’ll throw you under a bridge.

- We’re on the moon bitch.

- She throws it. I shoot it. It explodes! NO STRUCTURAL DAMAGE! (FLUFFERNUTTER)

- I am all for faith, and I'm not going to pick a god. They can pick me. It'll be the first one that actually praises me and then maybe I'll fucking answer. I'll wait. They can fucking beg. And I will listen, which is more than they ever fucking did.

- I would like to RAGE!

- The worst thing that has happened to me has already happened.

- We're running; it's bad.

- You can reply to this message.

- Dagger, dagger, dagger.

- Opinions are like opera. Sure, you can listen to them, but why would you, really?

- There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart.

- I would like to live long enough to be someone else.

- Help, its again.

- Whoever it was, just put it back. I think they've earned it. Put it back.

- I’m fun scary.

- Sorry, babe. Gotta handle these ninjas.

- I’m the cleric? I’ve never traveled with a bunch of people I thought would die in front of me.

- He thinks I’m gonna go into the water for some fucking buttons.

- You are, at the moment, the luckiest person in Whitestone. Do you know why? Because you’re at the bottom of my list.

- You need me more than I need you.

- I protect him. He’s my boy. And I keep him safe.

- I made the earth remember him.

- Come correct or get corrected.

- Do not go far from me.

- Are you worth saving?

- How do I want to do this?

- Heaven to some, and hell to others.

- Fix him!

- Why do we tell stories?

- Do you spice?

- Listen you fucking jungle! I'm a paladin of the Wildmother. You're going to move or we're going to bust you wide open! We'll wreck this place. Don't make me fucking tell you twice!

- I am your god, long may I rein, eat of my fruits.

- Anybody can make lights. Anybody could send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.

- Would you like to talk before or after?

- What the fuck is up with that?

- To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you! And I'm beneath nobody.

- The one eyed monster slayed my pussy.

- Time is a weird soup.

- I’m killing someone. Hold, please.

- Gold is a resource by which mortaldom climbs.

- Why are you so mean to me?

- Yours is the face I saw when murder entered my heart.

- This one time I saw a bug carrying a piece of bread that was like five times its size and he was carrying upstairs, like up and then he would turn, and then up, and then he would turn.

- I live as long as Whitestone lives.

- Vox Machina! Fuck shit up!

- I’m not disappointed, I’m just angry.

- Someone prayed for a miracle and there you were.

- We don't leave people behind. That's just the rule. You do not leave people the fuck behind.

- Call me child one more goddamned time!

- Finish it, Champion.

- I am of the Empire. But I am no friend to the Empire.

- I think it has been a long time since anyone has pointed out to you that you're a fool. Pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential. It's love that saves them. And you would know that but you have none around you. You said so yourself, you surround yourself with lies and deceptions. And I wish for you, in the future, to find someone to mourn you when you are gone.

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #cr2 #the mighty nein #cr1 #vox machina #there are so many good ones #by all means reblog with more keep them coming #my god taliesin has so many good ones they’re insane

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gothicflowers · 4 months

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Nikto X GN!Reader

“Blood Sport” - Angst - SFW

Inspired by the song “Blood Sport” by Sleep Token. Would recommend listening before, during or after reading. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: SFW, character death, cussing, toxic relationship, song lyrics in italics.

I want to roll the numbers

I want to feel my stars align again

Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin

And the heavens just won't open up for me

Would you invite me in again?

Won't you pay for your arrogance?

Won't you show me your weakness?

It had been three years since he walked out of your shared home. Left all his clothes, toothbrush and his lucky coin. Three years of wondering why you weren’t enough for him. He was attracted to your caring nature and kind smile. Your small delicate hands fit perfectly into his destructive palms. Making your home as safe and comfortable for him as possible but he’d never let his guard down. Never letting you in. He loved you with his whole heart and soul but couldn’t let you in. But he kept you as prisoner of his love.

Returning from missions barely speaking. The occasional grunt in agreement or disapproval. It takes almost a week for him to start using words. You seen the hell that your father went through with war and knew that Nikto needed time to adjust back to normal. Your patience and kindness always unwavering.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

His love was a game of tug of war. Just when you thought you had him you were back on your knees crying. He kept getting colder and colder. Shutting you out. The embraces became less frequent. It felt like kissing a stranger. Locking himself in a room only to emerge for meals. You tried everything to bring your love back to you but he wasn’t mentally here anymore. He was out there in the war. So angry at the world he couldn’t see what was in front of him.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

So let's play

“You think that everything in your little world is perfect don’t you”

“Nikto please-“

“No, I can’t just come home and be a happy man for you. I have done terrible things that you wouldn’t ever come close to me again if you knew.”

“I don’t care what you’ve done, just who you are with me.”

“I’m a fucking monster, I have killed and ruined lives. I have a voice in my fucking head reminding me all day.”

“But we can get through it, therapy is an option. Maybe take some time off. I don’t care if you’re a monster, I love you.”

“I can’t change, I’m too far gone. Don’t you get it?! I’m fucked, you need to just leave me alone. I can’t be saved. Stop trying to fix me!”

“Nikto please just-“

You hoped this was something that he would come home from his drive and you two would make up and tangle in a hot passionate embrace. But he never came back home. He walked out, not looking back.

And somewhere

Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing

I'm still your favourite regret

You're still my weapon of choosing

And out there

Stuck in a quantum pattern

Tangled with what I never said

You say it doesn't matter

You never really moved on from him. His clothes even went from hanging in the closet to a box under your bed. Every date you when on couldn’t compare to the man behind the mask. You can recall when you first met. He stoped in his tracks when he seen you. The closest thing to heaven on earth his damaged heart will ever experience. He tried so hard to be romantic, flowers for every occasion. Jewelry for every holiday. Open doors and his arm looped around yours as you’d walk together. He wanted to be good for you. But he couldn’t get ahead of himself, ahead of the voices that started taking over.

I want to be forgiven

I want to choke up chunks of my own sins

Even if the sky cracks in the morning

And the heavens just won't open up for me

Would you invite me in again?

Let me pay for my arrogance

Won't you show me your weakness?

There was a nock at the door. It was one in the morning. You’re a night owl with little need for sleep. Grabbing your gun you walk up to the door. Slightly shaking knowing there shouldn’t be anyone visiting at this hour.

“Who is it”

“It’s me y/n” a thick Russian voice said. Your heart seemed to skip a beat knowing that raspy voice.

You opened the door slowly not sure if you were ready to see him.

“…Nikto” your frail shaky voice was barely audible. His face has been badly scarred since you last held him. But he was as beautiful as ever.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, scared almost. Scared you’d slam the door in his face and be lost forever to him.

“Come in”

Nothing had moved in the house since he left. Your favorite paintings, vintage furniture all stayed the same. It smelled like home still too, thanks to your constant need for a candle to burn.

“I’m surprised to see you, I’m guessing you want your clothes back? I have them under my bed, let me go grab them for-“ your voice was bitter

“That’s not why I’m here”

Just his presence made you weak. He always had this energy that pulled you to him. You didn’t know if what this could even be about. He has been gone for so long that you’re practically strangers.

“Then how can I help you”

“I need to apologize for what I have done”

“Nikto we don’t need to-“

“Please, just listen to me and I will be gone forever if that is what you wish”

“What is there to say? You just up and left three years ago. I waited days and weeks, months even hoping you would just come home to me. I was ready to fight for us, for you. And you just gave up on me.”

“I messed up, I treated you like a commodity when I should have treated you like a god. I didn’t deserve your kindness, your love and patience. And I know that now. After I left I got help for the voices, they’re still with me but they can’t control me anymore. I wanted to get better for you.”

“Nikto…”

“I’d like to try and be the man you deserve if you’ll let me.”

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

He was true to his words. He was a changed man. He opened up to you about what he’s done. He started embracing you the moment he walked through the door. Kisses were sweeter, the nights longer. A promise that soon he will leave the life of killing behind. A promise of a long happy life together.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

“Good afternoon. I’m a representative of Kortac. Are you Y/N L/N?”

“Yes”

“I’m here to deliver you the news of the passing of Nikto. He passed in battle defending his fellow soldiers. This box contains all of his belongings and his will.”

“No, please no no no” a gasp for the air that had escaped your lips exhaled with a scream.

“I’m very sorry. He wished to be cremated and we have his ashes for you.”

And somewhere (I made loving you a blood sport)

Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing (I made loving you a blood sport)

I'm still your favourite regret (I made loving you a blood sport)

You're still my weapon of choosing (I can't win)

And out there (I made loving you a blood sport)

Stuck in a quantum pattern (I made loving you a blood sport)

Tangled with what I never said (I made loving you a blood sport)

You say it doesn't matter

A urn now sits on top of the fireplace next to the dried flowers that Nikto had gotten you the day before his last deployment. There’s no music playing on the turntable. There’s no candles lit filling the home with a sweet aroma. Just you, a box, a letter and urn filled with the ashes of a man that should be holding you in his arms. The dreams shared about the future were ripped from your heart.

“My love,

If you’re reading this I’m already gone. I’m sorry it ended this way. There will soon be a large sum of money available at your disposal upon my death. It should be enough to last you and your future family a couple generations. All of my properties and assets will now be under your ownership. Sell or keeps whatever your heart desires.

I’m sorry for all the pain I have ever put you through. I’m sorry for all the cold and lonely night in bed while I’m out God knows where. I’m sorry for never kissing you enough, never holding you tight enough. Never having the worlds to express how much I love and appreciate you. My favorite memory will always be watching the sunsets with you. I never told you about how I find your eye color in the smallest of things. Or how your voice is that of angels. You could put my demons to sleep when you sing.

Thank you for always fighting me when I thought I was right. Thank you for the books I said I wouldn’t like, but read every page. Thank you for the warm meals shared over a conversation about our days. Thank you for the nights we tangled in the sheets as one soul. Thank you for the warm hugs on cold December nights. Thank you for the kisses that sealed my promises. Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Thank you for showing me a life worth living for. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you from now and until the end of your days. But if god gives me the chance to wait for you at heavens gate, I will wait an entirety just to see your face.

Your love,

Nikto

#call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #mwii nikto #nikto #kortac #call of duty x reader #flowerwrites #krueger x nikto

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Fire Away -141+Ale+Rudy

This was based on a request.

Gn!Reader, Platonic!relationship

It had been 4 days since you last slept. Trauma, stress, work, and life had finally caught up to you. You always kept the traumatic scenes tucked in the back of your head. Stress was common in your line of work, but this time it was all different. Your life, that you paused to serve your country for finally brought its worries to you. It all started 96 hours ago, when Price had let you know that an old colleague of yours, who you served knew since the naval academy had passed away.

You two saw things no one should see, 13 confirmed kills, 34 injured, that was the number of people that held on to your already long chains of regret. "think we'll make it to Switzerland?" a place you both wanted to live in, a farm, and a place far away from the horrors of the world. "maybe." you said as the night fell.

Ever since the news you kept yourself occupied. Paperwork, work out, eat, work out, paperwork and then pretend to sleep.

Your body gave up, but you pushed the limits. When price invited you to the weekly sparring event, you knew best and said yes. You never missed it. And sure as hell needed to prove you were still fine.

Soap was against Alejandro, when you were next price was still picking your opponent. You went up to the mat, your head aching more than before. Your eyes couldn't focus on the figure in front of you. This was it, you thought. Soon dizziness arrived. You played it cool. Until you collapsed on the floor.

Price:

The minute he saw the signs he knew what was wrong. He had done the same thing when he was younger, still does.

He knew that taking you to the infirmary wasn't going to do much. So he took you back to your room.

You soon were placed in bed, he told the rest to leave you two alone.

He placed you in his arms, and he laid there, waiting for you to say something.

"I can't sleep,,and I'm not sure I feel bad about it.." You soon broke in tears.

He hummed a lullaby for you. "it'll all be over soon"

Reassured you, it was time to let go of all worries.

He'd trace your face with his finger, so slow that it was soon making your close your eyes.

He kept humming, rocking you both, back and forth, so slow, so comfortable. So secure.

Soon you closed your eyes, your body warm, your mind free of crime.

So safe, so calm, it's so him.

It's us, you thought.

Alejandro:

He ran to you, not letting anyone go near you.

Carried you to bed, he understood how difficult news like that were. So as he laid you in bed, he stayed.

cradled you in his arms. "tienes que descansar mi amor" he softly uttered.

"I don't want to." Your hands placed on his chest. "qué sucedió?"

For hours you talked, he listened, at times he would comment, but only when it was appropriate.

When you finished talking he started to caress all of you.

His hands traveled to from your face then found its way on to your back, where he drew circles.

"Desde el cielo todo es más bonito, Déjame llevarte a las estrellas, otra vez, Como la noche de ayer" his voice low as he sang.

He looked down at you, what a site, he thought.

Kissed your forehead multiple times.

Covered you in his blanket, never moved, he knew you comfortable and thats all that mattered.

It was heaven.

It was a place of safety, a place where you were free.

In a land of cold nights, he was your blanket.

Gaz:

It scared him how you collapsed. He hadn't talked to you ever since the news, mainly because he wanted to give you space.

He saw how pale your skin looked, how dark the eyeballs under your eyes were.

He carried you to your room, didn't let anyone else carry you.

When you eventually told him why you weren't sleeping he listened. And although at first he didn't understand most stories, he let you know he was all ears.

"I'm here, for anything, I won't ever find you less of a human because anything you did to survive."

You cried and stared at the ceiling, he would just rub your back.

Once he knew you were ready to sleep, he laid down with you. Just you and me, he assured you.

He cuddled you. Turned on the telly and put on the history channel, you had mentioned it always made you sleepy.

And as your eyes became heavy, his hold on you became softer. He placed his legs over yours, one arm wrapped around your waist.

"You sleep and I'll be here love. I won't go away."

His free hand tracing you lashes and eyebrows. So slow, so innocent. He starred at you, and promised to always be your shoulder to cry on.

So delicate and pure.

So beautiful.

Soap:

He was definitely scared. Not once did it ever occur you were torturing yourself like this.

His arms wrapped around your body, hiding your weak self under him, he knew you hated when others saw this side of you.

When you reached his room, which was closer, you asked him "please don't hate me" to which he responded, "how can I hate you, when I adore everything about you."

He like Gaz listened and tried to understand all of it.

when he heard your soft sniffles he hugged you so tight. Then he kissed the top of your forehead. "you need sleep" "I know, I'm just scared of closing my eyes"

He laid there, for hours. And when he noticed how you were drifting to sleep, he started to massage your head.

He pulled you close to his chest. Let you wrap your arms around him. "don't let go" your voice vibrated against his chest.

"Never" he answered.

You drifted to sleep, feeling safe in his arms.

Heaven on earth while on his arms.

A safe place, he was your Switzerland.

Rudy:

When I tell you he ran to you, he RAN.

Alejandro was trying to take care of the situation, but Rudy was thinking with his heart. He knew what was wrong, from the start.

So, he took all of the precautions and took you to his room, he had water, food, and his pillow and blankets ready.

You hesitated and just stood up, but he quickly stood by your side, his hand on your back.

"tienes que descansar" his eyes never leaving yours, always looking for an answer, for something that can be his leverage. "I'm not tired Rudy." your soft voice, breaking his heart.

"Entonces háblame, que pasó?" "nada" but he knew you better than he knew himself, "I'm all ears." his smile never leaving his lips, it was his comforting smile. The same one he gave you every time you felt upset.

"Nothing can hurt you, not while we are here, together."

he was like an angel, your angel.

Your silence spoke more than words as your tears fell from your eyes.

He took you back to bed and cuddled with you. Your cry soon left, and was slowly being replaced by soft snores.

He was your favorite form of life, your sun, the moon than shined bright on your dark nights.

He was the cardigan and you the cold skin.

Ghost:

this man knew exactly what was wrong, he didn't judge you of course, and when he saw you collapse to the floor, he rushed to your side.

Others panicked, and he did too, for the first time in a long time, he panicked. He not once left your side.

Your room was his first choice, but since it was the one place you stopped feeling comfortable enough to sleep at, he walked to his room.

There you stood while he grabbed his most comfortable clothes for you, he was panicking afraid he might not find something good enough.

"Simon?" you made him stop, he quickly turned to you. "yes?" he shied his nervousness away. "Lay down for me yeah?" You obeyed, but as he finally found some clothes, your silent cry made him walk to you. "What happened to your friend isn't on you." he sat next to you, placing you head on his thighs. "But what if he died because of all we did?" your voice shaking, his heart aching.

"You were a soldier then, today you are a human," he tried finishing his words, but he rather not.

he tried telling his corny jokes, some were so bad it made you laugh.

As the fuzzy feeling in your chest left, the soothing words that left his lips slowly made you yawn. "Thank you Simon."

"And I will steady your hand, When you're losing your grip, And even if I don't understand, You can talk to me, Fire away, Fire away, Fire away" his humus and soft voice put you to sleep,

"see you in the mornin', r/n" he kissed your forehead.

An ocean breeze, a warm hug on the cold spring nights. He was the the man that scared your other feelings away.

For better or worst, he was your Ghost, the best of any out there.

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saras-devotionals · 28 days

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Quiet Time 4/1

What am I feeling today?

Well I cried yesterday but I feel that I got it out of my system. I’m looking forward to today, I think I’ll be very productive and it’s also the start of a new month! Time to lock in though because only one month left until my last final for this semester and I have a lot of work to get done😅

Luke 16 NIV

(v. 4-9) “I know what I’ll do so that, when I lose my job here, people will welcome me into their houses.’ “So he called in each one of his master’s debtors. He asked the first, ‘How much do you owe my master?’ “ ‘Nine hundred gallons of olive oil,’ he replied. “The manager told him, ‘Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it four hundred and fifty.’ “Then he asked the second, ‘And how much do you owe?’ “ ‘A thousand bushels of wheat,’ he replied. “He told him, ‘Take your bill and make it eight hundred.’ “The master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted shrewdly. For the people of this world are more shrewd in dealing with their own kind than are the people of the light. I tell you, use worldly wealth to gain friends for yourselves, so that when it is gone, you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings.”

I have to be honest I don’t completely understand this so I’m going for some commentary:

This lowering of the bills is the perfect analogy of the manner in which the scribes and Pharisees lowered the standards of righteousness as a device for keeping their hold upon the people

(v. 10-12) ““Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much. So if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches? And if you have not been trustworthy with someone else’s property, who will give you property of your own?”

Basically we have to be trustworthy with whatever we have been given. If we can’t show that we can be trusted with a little bit, how can we ever be trusted with anything more? And furthermore, with riches that are not of earth!

(v. 13) ““No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.””

I don’t believe that I’ve made money a master. Then again, I don’t make much to begin with, a lot that is spent on my behalf comes from my parents. I worry that when it’s solely my own income I will become tight fisted because I won’t have anything to fall back on but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

(v. 15) “He said to them, “You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of others, but God knows your hearts. What people value highly is detestable in God’s sight.”

I needed just a bit of commentary here too because I wasn’t sure who was referenced in terms of “you”

The men Jesus addressed here "tended to connect earthly prosperity and goodness. Wealth was a sign that a man was a good man." However, mere material prosperity, unsanctified by spiritual motivation and consciousness of stewardship under God, is here called an abomination in the sight of God

(v. 25-26) ““But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’”

Once you have arrived at your station in the afterlife, whether that be heaven or hell, you’re there for eternity. There’s no opportunity for you to move from one or the other which shows the importance of what your life is here because it will dictate your future.

(v. 31) ““He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’ ””

Was this a foreshadowing of Jesus? That even if some people witnessed his resurrection or heard about it, they would still not believe in him?

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sonseulsoleil · 9 months

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Alright, I've seen a lot of P&P takes, and I obviously made my Persuasion comparison post. But I'm not done talking about Austen parallels because Emma is my favorite one, and there are so many things to talk about here. Under a cut because I have no self restraint and it got so long.

First, I want to get the parallels to Gabriel and Beelzebub out of the way because that was the first thing I noticed.

Gabriel is so much like Frank Churchill. Frank has been controlled by his aunt his entire life because she controls his fortune. The second he steps out of line, she'll cut him off. He hides this with charm and arrogance, but it becomes clear by the end of the novel that none of his choices are his own. He falls for Jane Fairfax, someone his aunt disapproves of because she is below his station. They're forced to keep their a relationship secret. But ultimately, once his aunt dies, they're able to reveal the truth and get married like they planned.

This should be sounding familiar by now, I think? Like Frank, Gabriel is coerced by Heaven into becoming what they want him to be. Like Frank, he wears a mask of arrogance. Like Frank, he falls for someone he isn't supposed to look twice at. Like Frank, Gabriel becomes the envy of another character in the story, who desperately wants what he seems to have.

Which brings us to Crowley and Aziraphale. Crowley is Knightley and Aziraphale is Emma. At first, I noticed some similarities between Aziraphale and Knightley—namely the repression and the dislike of change—but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Aziraphale and Emma are incredibly similar characters. They’re both obnoxiously self-righteous, believe they know what’s best for everyone, and are deeply stubborn.

It takes Emma almost the entire novel to accept that she’s in the wrong—that she shouldn’t have looked down on people below her socially/economically, that she shouldn’t meddle in other people’s business, and, of course, that she’s been in love with her best friend this entire time (which she only comes to terms with when she’s faced with the possibility of losing him forever).

And, come on, throwing a ball to try to get two people to dance and fall in love? That's literally a move out of Emma's playbook.

Of course, Crowley and Knightley are similar as well. Knightley is a character who is very kind and warm-hearted, but is simultaneously strict and demanding. He has a strong sense of morals. He is the sensible one, the brains, the guy who always sees things for what they are. He's not afraid to call people out, and he's almost always right when he does. I see a lot of Crowley in these qualities. Crowley may be a demon, but his sense of morality is very strong. It just doesn't align with Heaven or Hell's moral code.

On top of all that, Knightley is the only character in the novel that ever actually challenges Emma. Like, Crowley, Knightley is always calling Emma out, pointing out the flaws in her reasoning, hoping she'll see his side. And she is always measuring her judgements against him, even when she doesn’t realize she’s doing it.

She values his opinion over everyone else’s because he’s the only one she can truly trust to be honest with her, even when she doesn’t like what he has to say. Just like Aziraphale is always listening to Crowley, even when they disagree, and often ends up coming around to agree with Crowley's stance, like in the Victorian flashbacks.

Like Aziraphale and Crowley, Emma and Knightley argue and bicker A LOT but it’s always with an understanding of the deep friendship and care that underlies it. And when they fight for real towards the end of the book? It’s devastating. And it’s the final nail in Emma’s character development. Faced with losing the one person she took for granted would always be by her side, the one person who has always been entwined into her life, the person she can't imagine being without, she has to own up to her mistakes.

The last thing I'll say, is that Knightley and Emma are my favorite Austen couple for a reason. They are lifelong best friends, and that is the basis for their romance. Knightley is the only one in the novel who sees Emma, flaws and all, and loves her unconditionally. Aziraphale and Crowley are like that, too. They see each other, really see each other, imperfections and all, and they love each other so much.

#dear god if anyone reads this whole thing please let me know #it's so out of control #but I'm posting it anyway #Good Omens #Good Omens 2 #Good Omens spoilers #.

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Ok another little blurb but for a fandom I haven't been a part of for quite sometime for a char that I may or may not still simp for lmao

Please bare with me the ideas been swimming around for a while and the urge to be productive struck at like 2am while listening to music lol

Here's to not screwing up and writing for the hell lf it, cheers!

Parings: Shōta Aizawa x Fem!reader

Warnings; slight angst?

This is just a tidbit. Let me know if you want me to fully flesh out the idea and let it free from the prison that is my mind

Your quirk; illusion - you are able to change the sound of your voice and your appearance at will, the only exception are your eyes. They remain an emerald green. Due to your quirk however you've got a pair of fox like ears matching your hair color as foxes are usually linked with illusions

Song used in fic; Stay awake acoustic - all time low

Paw prints and erasers

Shōta sat at his desk, a tired sigh escaping his lips as his eyes wondered from the stack of papers he was grading over to a glass orb that could fit in the palm of his hand. His gaze softened, his eyes reflecting how tired he really was off the glass. He picked up the orb and held it in his hand, scared that even the wrong move could cause the glass to shatter.

The orb was a gift from his childhood friend who just happened to be his first ever crush. He chuckled softly thinking of the moment of when he was a boy before he tapped the top of the orb twice, a memory playing from his point of view.

The memory - Middle School

Shōta walked with his friend Hizashi who would later become pro hero President Mic to the Yamada home. Hizashi's little sister was already home. She was only a grade under them.

As Hizashi opened the door to his home, the sound of music filled the air. The pair took their shoes off at the door and headed up to Hizashi's room to study together for an upcoming exam.

As Shōta made his way up the stairs and down the hall, he found the door to your room open a jar. The light from your room streaming into the dimly lit hallways.

Shōta stoped as his eyes drifted into your room, pushing the door open just a little bit wider so he could see better. You were sitting on the ground, guitar in your hands, strumming a song,

"Stay awake, get a grip and get out your safe from the weight of the world just take a second to set things straight

I'll be fine even though I'm not always right

Dedication takes a life time

But dreams only last for the night"

Your voice sounds like heaven to him. He could see your reflection in your mirror. Your emerald green eyes shut as you sway as you play, fingers never missing a chord. Your fox like ears flicked when Hizashi stepped on a creaky floor board.

He felt like a peeping Tom and stumbled backwards when he heard snickering behind him. Shōta couldn't help the feint blush that dusted his cheeks as he denied to your brother that he was watching.

You heard the commotion and sighed. Standing up you lean your guitar against your bed and turn to face the boys, pushing the door open.

"You gonna stand and bicker or did you two wanna come in and listen?"

The study session was long forgotten as the two settled in to listen to you play

Back in the real world - campus

Shōta sighed placing the orb down back in its original position. It was one of many happy memories he was able to display. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to his yellow sleeping bag as he let his mind wonder.

How were you after all these years? You didn't end up going to school to become a hero, instead after your required schooling you went ahead and played your music at local bars and on the streets until some big record company executive had scouted you

While he and Hizashi wound up becoming pro heroes, he was told you ended up as a song writer for some punk band, though he thought you deserved to be in the limelight, he resigned himself to be happy.

Again with a heavy sigh he decided that a nap would do him good so he could reassume grading when he actually had energy to do so. Getting up from his desk he quickly became snug in his sleeping bag.

As his eyes shut and his mind gave way to sleep, he wondered if you would ever return to Japan.

Unknown to him you had

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#Spotify #my hero academia #eraserhead #shota aizawa #x reader #(y/n)#my hero acadamy #aizawa x reader

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akystaracer22 · 1 month

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The Exception to the Rule

Synopsis: How far do you bend your morals for someone you love?

Notes:

This is definitely a turning point to the story and is a little jump ahead of everything so far.

From here on out, there will be two different types of oneshot, flashback oneshots which happen either in Heaven or in Eden, and present day oneshots which are primarily in Hell.

This also adds a new epithet to Adams repertoire! Technically.

There are OC’s in this one, I can’t avoid it.

Heaven politics! Theres a lot going on in heaven I can’t talk about because nobody in hell knows about it, but I can finally start talking!

I listened to More than Anything, Connor’s Main Theme, and Gladiator while writing this.

In exchange for starting the extermination early, the one after would take 18 months as opposed to 12.

I have named over 60 exorcists. If you see a reference no you don’t.

Vaggie wasn’t the first angel to show mercy to a sinner.

I drop so much fucking lore in this jesus fuck.

This one shot was supposed to come so much later.

Shit

SO, MICHAEL’S INVOLVED NOW!

Hey uh, you know how I said I can’t write stupid characters? Yeah… Adam can act and think like a damn general now ig.

Adams over 6,000 years old he knows how to move quickly.

... I really like my BAMF characters huh.

Word Count: 1862

Fic under cut!

“Adam?”

“Over here Luci,” The first man replied easily, looking towards where the angel had entered the wastelands.

Well… wastelands was a bit of a stretch now.

Once he was able to improve the soil, grass was able to finally start growing and…

The oak tree Adam was taking a break under was a testament to his labour. It was still growing and would probably take another year or so with the help of Lucifer’s magic before it’d resemble the mighty trees most people knew.

It didn’t make Adam any less proud of it.

The fallen angel got up and stretched his wings as Lucifer rounded a crag and came into view.

One of Adams wings hiked up before he could shove the instinct down, it was just Lucifer.

“Charlie wanted to know if you wanted to come up for lunch or if you’re fine down here,” The devil started, “She and Maggie are making pastries from the pear’s you dropped off yesterday.”

“Vaggies baking? Better hope your daughters good then, Vaggie’s got a tendency to burn whatever she touches.”

Regardless, Adam started making his way towards the hotel, completely disregarding the unspoken offer to just teleport there.

Lucifer just laughed and unfurled his wings as Adam began the trek up the stairs, flying up beside the man.

“I doubt you have room to talk about when it comes to cooking.”

“I helped Eve cook you know,” Adam scoffed, “I had a few specialties of my own.”

“And yet Maggie can’t cook.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, plenty of my daughters can cook! Lux is extremely good at dessert foods and Needle can make some great fucking lunches.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really! It’s Mari you have to look out for. The presentation of her food? Stunning, beautiful, gourmet even. The taste? I thought I was going to die a second time over the toilet.”

Lucifer cackled and a light chuckle escaped Adams lips as the angel almost fell out of the sky at the mental image.

“Shut up! I’m serious I thought I caught some sort of illness! They don’t even have illnesses in heaven!”

“I would pay to see that!”

“I bet you would be you sick fuck.”

“Hey! I-”

Lucifer went dead silent, and Adam almost asked what was wrong before he heard it too.

Shouting.

He didn’t even glance at his friend as they were both caught in Lucifer’s magic, bringing them both to the hotel lobby.

“I’ll stop the fight.”

“I’ll grab my fucking axe,” Adam headed down the hallways until he found the gym, carefully taking his axe off the wall and slinging it over his back before booking it to the hotel exit.

“If you’d just give me a minute-!”

“Your majesty-”

“Alastor.”

“Mom!”

“Oh for fucks sake!”

Adam slammed open the doors and jumped the stairs, “What the fuck is going on-!”

Adams brain short circuited immediately after taking in the situation.

Lucifer was frozen stiff with his wings spread wide, his head whipping around to stare open mouthed at Adam. Alastor and Lilith’s glaring contest was broken as they also stared at the first man. The princess and Vaggie were holding hands and Charlies demonic traits receded at Adams arrival.

The other residents were also still at the first mans arrival, nervousness and surprise evident in everyone expressions, even Nifty stopped moving. Under normal circumstances Adam’s gut would have twisted from all the attention.

That usual knee jerk response was completely crushed under the weight of the other three present.

Adam was barely aware of the fact that he’d dropped his axe as he took in the maskless faces of three of his exorcists.

Echo almost dropped her scimitars; her hair was undone from it’s usual bun to brush against her shoulders. She almost stepped back from him before a wing from her sisters steadied her.

Delta was much more graceful, sheathing her rapier and swallowing thickly; Adam understood how she felt. She’d recently had a haircut, her undercut looking crisper than the last time he saw her.

Nina’s war pick clattered to the ground as she brought her hands to her mouth, tears cropping up in the corners of her eyes as she took in his ruined form. In contrast to Delta, her hair had grown out; the normal buzz cut fading.

Adam stood in the silence, wings slowly folding in from where he had mantled them prior. He didn’t know what to do. These were his girls, and they were here and fuck, they were outnumbered. But… shit they were here to kill him weren’t they.

“…Sir?”

Fuck it.

The first man sprinted forward; wings spread wide as he reached out for the three of them. Weapons hit the ground as he pulled his kids into a hug.

If he was going to die, he’d like to die hugging his girls.

Adam didn’t expect the three of them to hug back. His shoulder grew wet as Nina’s tears started to fall; Echo made a soft noise as she buried her head in the feathers of his good wing. Delta’s wings were touching the tips of his own as she all but collapsed into the huddle.

Huh, seems like they were all mad here.

Adam didn’t give a fuck; he was hugging his exorcists and that was enough for him at the moment.

“So… we’re good?”

Moment over.

Adam pulled away to glare at Lucifer, “Do you fucking mind?”

“Sorry sorry! I’ll shut up now!”

“No, you’ve ruined it. Moments gone and done thanks to you,” Adam huffed, regretfully stepping away from his girls even as he kept his good wing extended to the three exorcists, guiding them by the wing towards the hotel.

“Come on, I have a feeling you three aren’t here just for show.”

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Adam blew lightly on his tea before sipping it, leaning forward to pour the exorcists some tea as he worked to calm his still slightly frayed nerves.

He’d managed to move the girls into a private room before unceremoniously kicking everyone else out, if anything happened Lucifer would break into the room in a flash, so it wasn’t like he was in any real danger.

Besides, they were his girls, it’d be fine.

“So,” Adam swallowed, before “What brings you three to this side of the pentagram? The hunts not on for another eight months.”

Echo swallowed thickly and Nina bowed her head, it was Delta who answered.

“I- Netto discovered that heaven knew you were alive, sir. Lute wanted to come down immediately but the rest of us were able to convince her otherwise.”

“She’s too far in the eyes of the high seraphim, if she disappeared they’d know.”

“So, we decided to go instead,” Nina finished for her sisters.

Adam stared at the three of them, horrified, “What?”

“What Nina’s saying is… we’re staying here.”

“Why the fuck would you three do that!” Adam hissed, feathers bristling at the implications, “You all have so much to lose-”

“We don’t,” Delta asserted, scowling at the window, “You know damn well what hells denizens took from us.”

Adam froze as the image flashed into the forefront of his mind.

Charlie. Echo and Delta’s missing piece to their trio. They were best friends even beyond the bonds of sisterhood. Where one was the other two were close by. Charlie was the sunshine to their storm, always taking time out of her own day to brighten up the other exorcists. She preferred to use a crossbow to keep away from sinners, something Adam was always grateful for.

Charlie’s body was missing several ribs and most of her organs, looking every part like it had been ravaged by monsters. It took effort Adam didn’t have every day to not go to cannibal town and raze it to the ground. For Charlie, for Zirco, for Steel, for Feather and Annie and every exorcist he failed.

Even-

A scream, a plea as Adam struggled against divine magic nononono please stOP PLEASE-

Wasp

Adam whole body tensed up. Fuck, Wasp. He hadn’t- shit he’d almost managed to convince himself that that had never-

Fuck.

The girls were looking at him now, Nina reaching out a hand to him.

“And you?”

The hand pulled away, “What?”

“Nina, why did you decide to come down here,” Adam rasped, “You- fuck you were planning on proposing to your girlfriend why-”

“Because your our leader,” Nina answered quietly, like she wasn’t taking Adams breath away with a single sentence, “And Regina understood, she agreed with me.”

Nina held up her phone with a sad smile, “Besides, at least this way it’s easier for me to watch out for her dad.”

Adam wanted to send the three of them back to heaven immediately, this was no place for angels. Vaggie was lucky she found Charlie immediately.

But Delta and Echo had backbones of steel, and once Nina set her mind to something there was no stopping her.

Shit, Netto and Lute were smart to send them.

Wait-

“What did you mean when you said heaven knew I fell Delta,” Adam whispered, “I should have fucking died. How did Netto find out I fell.”

Delta sighed and gazed tiredly at him, “Same way she always finds things out, she got it straight from Michaels lips.”

Adams blood froze before his mind caught up with him. Michael was involved with this. Fuck of course he was it was Michael, and if he was involved… then it stands to reason the rest of the ancient archangels had something to do with all of this too.

The first man stood up before pausing, if his gut was right, this wasn’t just about his fall. For the ancient archangels to be aware of his fall and do nothing for ten months… there was something he was missing.

He’d need to wait, maybe even bring Lucifer and the others in on this. But first…

“I’m in room 2101, Lucifer’s wing. 2100 is taken by the king of hell himself and his wife but the rest of the floor is empty,” the three exorcists perked up at Adams commanding tone, “Get set up and get settled in. Echo, send a message to the others and tell them I’m okay.”

“Already done.”

“Love that, Delta how is training looking?”

“Lute’s leading the effort sir, we’ve been working hard to fix our holes.”

“Great, get back in contact with Lute. I have a few techniques that can help. And for fucks sake tell her to use whatever prosthetic she has to her advantage; I fucking know she’s not.”

“Yes sir!”

“Nina, keep an ear out. Both for anything Netto has for us and for anything in hell. Carmilla Carmine, and the Vees are important. Especially Carmine, she’s the one with the angelic steel. Do not engage.”

“Go it sir.”

“Good, I’ll get you three for dinner. Remember, stay sharp, stay armed, and whatever you do. Don’t fucking trust the Radio Demon. He’ll kill everyone in this hotel the moment he’s off his fucking leash.”

The leader of the exorcists watched the three of them head down the hallway towards the front desk before turning and heading for the stairwell.

He had a lot to think about, and from the looks of things he still had an extermination to plan.

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