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Snake in the Garden Pt 3~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello guys, and welcome to the third installment of Snake in the Garden! This chapter is a bit longer than the first two, so I hope you enjoy the extra words. I'm excited to bring in the next chapter for you all and I bet Lucifer will be happy to see you too! The taglist is still open, so if you're interested in joining comment down below! As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 3048

Warnings: Non-Con Kissing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Marriage, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

I shook as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I had left Lucifer in his workshop while I claimed I needed to do my business. Even with him so far away I was still so nervous. After I made sure nobody was around, I started emptying the pockets of my pants. I was keeping different colored pieces of fabric on my person and taking them out felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Setting them on the counter, I went into the cabinet below the sink and pulled out my secret. In the privacy of the bathroom I was building a rope. Over the past few weeks I had been collecting different fabric from all around the palace. Napkins, towels, shirts, nothing was free from my building process. Sitting on the toilet, I grabbed my newly acquired material and tied it to the end of the rope. The rope itself was quite long and only a few more pieces would need to be added in order for it to reach the full height out of the window. Satisfied with my work, I put it back in the cabinet and went on my way back to the workshop.

My days passed by slowly and I was counting down to when I could finally escape. Lucifer was getting touchy feely more than ever. It was so bad I couldn’t go a minute without his hands on me. I tried to tell him to stop but that just made his body get closer to mine and his grip to get a bit tighter. I absolutely hated it. His courting was getting worse too. Every day I’d wake up to a new rubber duck or bouquet of flowers being thrusted at my face, a wide smile on his face and a blush spreading from cheek to cheek. The only time I could find for myself was using the bathroom either for bathing purposes or other forms of business.

One day I found myself in the dining room eating breakfast. Lucifer sat across from me reading his newspaper. However he seemed very fidgety as his leg kept bouncing underneath the table and his claws were tapping the paper in his hands. I was a bit nervous as I had never seen him act like this before and I wasn’t sure what was to come from it. After our plates were cleared, Lucifer came to my side and took me by the hand. He gave it a quick kiss before leading me through the glass doors to outside. We walked to a spot on the property I haven’t been to yet. We stopped by a small gazebo and inky black arms wrapped around my waist. “Ta da!”

One of his arms gestured to the dead grass in front of us. I was confused until I saw it change to a healthy green color. Amazed, I watched as bushes of flowers popped up from the ground and a tree with some apples grew before my very eyes. Rows upon rows of vegetables magically appeared as well. I gasped at how beautiful the scenery was before me. “I’d like to present to you your very own garden. I’ve been thinking of gifting this to you for a while but I couldn’t find the right moment. What do you think?”

I was speechless. All of this was for me? I understood this was part of his courting but the gesture was super nice.

“It’s…it’s beautiful, Lucifer. Thank you.”

He gasped and turned to me. His eyes lit up and a huge smile went from one red cheek to the other. “Was that a thank you I heard? Please hold the applause! Can we hear that one more time?”

I giggled. “Thank you.”

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome, darling. How about you take a look around while I grab some paperwork.”

He kissed my forehead and then poofed away in a cloud of red smoke. I coughed a bit as the smoke cleared and waved my hand to try and move it away faster. From where I stood, I could see the hole in the fence and as much as it called to me, I stayed put. I just needed some more time and then I’d be free. While Lucifer was away I walked around my newly acquired garden and smiled. It was actually quite the spectacle, but who could expect less from the Sin of Pride?

Suddenly in a flash, Lucifer returned with a butt load of papers in his hand. “Did you have a chance to look around, my dear?”

“I did.”

“Is it to your liking? I can always add in more shrubbery or substitute the flowers for something else.”

“No, it’s quite lovely. Thank you.”

He puffed out his chest and smiled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that. Now before I begin my boring paperwork, is there anything I can get you?”

“Perhaps a trowel and a bucket?”

“Of course.”

He snapped his fingers and next to me on the grass appeared those two items. “I’ll just be over at this table so if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask, sweetie.”

“Will do.”

“Good girl. Have fun!”

True to his word, Lucifer sat at a small, white, metal table and began working on his stack of paperwork. I was curious to know what kind of contracts and other tasks the King of Hell had to accomplish, but I just ignored that wish. Turning to the apple tree I noticed some weeds, so I headed over. Kneeling down, I took the trowel and began to dig out the vermin and put them in the bucket. Everytime I dug out a weed it seemed like another one appeared. I growled and kept going, but the process was soon becoming tedious. Just as I was about to give up, I heard chuckling coming from the table. I looked over to see Lucifer hiding his laughter behind one of his papers. “So you’re the reason I can’t get through this task. Get back to work, mister!”

I playfully shook my trowel at him and he gave a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed and went back to shoveling. Without Lucifer’s magic making more appear, weeding the apple tree went fairly quickly. After that was done, I moved onto the other bushes and rows of vegetables. It took me several hours but I was finally done weeding. I wiped the sweat off of my brow and let out a breath. It had been a while since I was able to do something I enjoyed in this hellhole. Walking over to the table, I sat down across from His Majesty. I set the bucket with the trowel and weeds inside on the grass. “Whatcha reading?”

“Monthly business reports from the different Sins. I doubt you’d find it entertaining. I certainly don’t.”

I had to chuckle. It was kind of funny to see this side of him. Wait a minute, what am I thinking?! Are you stupid?! He kidnapped you and is trying to court you! Get a grip, woman!

I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers. “Say, how about I take you out for dinner tonight. You’ve been so lovely here at home and I think we both deserve a treat.”

Oh you have no idea how wrong you are.

“Sounds nice. Anything you want me to wear?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he ran his claws up and down my arm. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I had to suppress a shudder. “That red dress we got you would be a nice statement piece. Really sell the whole ‘you’re mine’ ideology.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Yeah right.

I pulled my arm away so he’d stop touching it. “I was maybe going to go read in the library if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, my dear. I’m almost done here so I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

I nodded and began to walk away. I heard him hum so I turned to look at him. He seemed so happy as he signed something. I almost felt bad for leaving him shortly but then I reminded myself of all the things he had done to me. Keep your focus, Y/n. Don’t lose sight.

I grunted and made my way inside to the library on the second floor. When I got there I walked over to one of the various bookcases. There were ten in total and each one reached the high vaulted ceiling. I scanned the titles of some of the books and landed on a fantasy novel, The Last Human. Quite the odd book to have.

I peeled it from its brothers and sat down in one of the plush leather, burgundy armchairs. I opened it and began to read. A few hours passed as I read, Lucifer coming in to join me at some point. He chose the chair next to mine and I felt his fingers playing with my thigh. I tried to not pay much attention to it and concentrate on my book. The novel itself was quite interesting, a spin on The Last Unicorn if you will.

When night had fallen, the two of us changed. I donned the red, floor length garment that he wanted me to wear while Lucifer put on a black tuxedo. A servant drove us to the inner sanctum of the city and when we stopped His Majesty helped me out of the car. I thanked him and took the arm he held out. We walked into the posh looking restaurant and the cat hostess seemed surprised to see us. “Your Highness, welcome.”

“Hello. I placed a reservation for two earlier today.”

“Let me check the list.”

Her finger scanned down a piece of paper and then tapped a specific spot. “Here we are. Follow me please.”

She led us past several tables before we reached a table in the middle of the room. The table had a white tablecloth and vase with a rose in it. A candle in a glass bubble sat next to the vase in the center. Lucifer acted like a gentleman and pulled my chair out for me. He scooted it close before taking his seat. “Somebody will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

The hostess left us and not even a minute later an imp waitress appeared. “Hello, my name is Jenny and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get started for you two?”

“A bottle of your finest champagne, please.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

She bowed and ran off. “Champagne? What’s the special occasion?” “What? A man can’t enjoy some fancy liquor with the woman he loves?”

He reached across the table and squoze my hand. I felt some heat rise to my cheeks and I looked away. The restaurant was quite packed. All the tables had some form of couple sitting at it. Our waitress returned with two tall glasses and a green bottle that read Beelzebub’s Special Brew. She popped the cork and poured some champagne into each of our glasses. “Now could I get you two something to eat?”

“Yes, just some pasta for both of us.”

“Of course, Sire. I’ll be out with that shortly.”

I watched as she ran off again. “I hope that was okay. I know you tend to favor pasta when Belfazaar serves it at home.”

“It’s fine.”

I grabbed my glass and took a sip. It was quite good, a bit on the sweeter side. “How is it?”

“Good. I’ll admit I haven’t had champagne since the last wedding I attended.”

At the mention of Earth, I could feel my aura dampen. While my “lover” tried to make my stay as homey as possible, I still longed for the green and blue planet. Lucifer must have noticed the mood change because the hand on top of mine caressed it lightly. “Still missing Earth, huh?”

I nodded. He sighed. “I thought I was making your stay in Hell quite cozy.”

“You have made it as comfortable as you can, Lucifer. Truly. I just miss my home is all.”

“Then perhaps I need to step up.”

Suddenly he stood and pulled out a black box. “Lucifer, what are you-”

I stopped when I saw him kneel. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. No, he couldn’t possibly be…

He opened the box and amongst the plush red velvet lay a golden ring made to look like a snake. Everyone in the restaurant started to gasp and I could see demons pull out their phones to record what was happening. “Please, don’t do this.”

The attention just made Lucifer more happy. “Y/n, I know you’ve been struggling with Hell lately. Trust me, I was there too once. However, I want to be by your side and make you comfortable, happy. More than anything I want to shelter and adore you. I think it’s time we made this official. Will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

My body stilled and my mind went blank. Everyone’s attention was on the two of us and the stares made my body flare up. I gulped. What should I do? What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! If I accept, will I ever be able to go home? If I don’t, what will he do? He’s capable of so many things, what will he choose to do to me?

I could feel my breath getting stuck in my chest and my eyes started to water. Was it always this hot in here?

“I, I, I-”

“Please, Y/n. Make me the happiest man in all of Hell.”

He lifted the box a bit higher and the ring seemed to sparkle in the light. I looked into his eyes and could only find adoration there, them sparkling just like the ring. Everyone’s staring, just say something. JUST SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!

“Y-YES!”

I slapped my hands over my mouth quickly but it was too late. Lucifer plucked the piece of jewelry out of the box and put it on my ring finger. He stood up and for the first time kissed my lips. My eyes widened and I went to push him away, but he grabbed my hands in a tight hold. Everyone around us was applauding and cheering us on and I just wanted to die inside. He pulled away and caressed my cheek lightly. “I love you, my dear.”

He sat himself back in his chair and smiled at me from across the table. I held my hand and looked at the piece of jewelry now adorning it. It was quite intricate for an engagement ring. Each one of the snake’s scales was engraved into the gold and a little diamond made up the eye. “Quite lovely, isn’t it? I’ve had that made since we first met. It feels nice to finally gift it to you.”

I was sick of looking at it, so I slid my hand under the tablecloth. So that’s why the courting had been ramped up recently. Because he was going to ask me to marry him.

“I thought it would be special to make it in the form we met in. That way it would be more meaningful to our relationship. I hope you like it, darling.”

I just nodded. I couldn’t force myself to say anything in case I said something rash and ruined my plan. Jenny came back to our table with two bowls and set them down. “Here we are. And congratulations on the engagement! I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Looks delicious, thanks!”

The two of us picked up our forks and began to eat. I slowly picked at mine and ate little bites while Lucifer talked. “So when do you want to have the wedding, darling? I was thinking a couple months from now when the Pentagram moon will be out. It’ll make the day even more special! Oh, we’ll have to get planning right away! I have so many ideas in mind, how about you?”

“I guess.”

“Are you alright, my little apple?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick actually. Could we maybe go home?”

“Of course, my dear. Let me just pay the check.”

Lucifer flagged down our waitress, paid the bill and then led me out to the car. Customers kept shouting at us congratulations as we left and I remained silent the whole ride home. When we arrived inside, I immediately headed for the bedroom. If I was going to escape, it better be tonight. “I think I’ll take a bath and then head to bed, Lucifer.”

“Alright. I’ll be in my office for a bit. I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

He gave me a light peck on the forehead and then left. Now to put my plan into action.

I headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a light blue nightgown. I grabbed it and went into the bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled off the red dress and put on the nightgown. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out my rope. Grabbing the red dress, I attached it to the end and tied the rope to the foot of the bathtub. Tugging on it to make sure it was secure, I unlatched the window and threw it out. I looked back at the door to make sure nobody was there and then began climbing down. My stomach twisted as I was quite high up and my foot had slipped a couple of times, but I finally made it to the ground. Peering around the corner of the palace, I saw David and Goliath sleeping in the front yard. Good to go.

I bolted as fast as I could to the hole in the fence. I moved aside the bushes and quickly squoze through. I hissed as the fence had caused a couple of gashes on my arm and tore a bit of my nightgown from the sharp edges. Looking around for some kind of direction, I saw in the distance the sparkling marquee that read Hazbin Hotel. I grinned and ran like my life depended on it.

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Collection of Overlords _ Part 6 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 (here)

Alastor nearly dropped the tray containing your food when he felt your darkening aura. He immediately got over and set the tray of food in front of you while explaining what was cooked for you. Ignoring the obvious death glare you were sending across the table at Lucifer who was still proudly introducing you

It was amazing for Alastor to see you silently seething with annoyance yet do nothing. Perhaps it was because Lucifer has yet to step out of line? Or because you had your dose of terror because of the Vees?

You were introduced as the mentor of Lucifer when he came to Hell all those years ago, meaning you were older than ancient. A hellborn, so you were able to travel throughout all of Hell, basically to other Rings that’s why you weren’t around for so long

Now the ‘Collector’ title was an interesting one. They didn’t know you hold the souls of the Overlords, they only know you hold a number of souls at your command. How you can do so while being a hellborn was beyond them. But they were aware that there were hellborn nobles, and that’s what they chalked it up to

Still though, it doesn’t help the fact that your cover was blown

“Dear student of mine.” You spoke softly with a smile. Alastor got a chill at the gentleness and eerie feeling of an incoming scolding.

“Yes, Teach?” That got Lucifer’s attention as he stopped with his flattery and turned to you with a brighter smile.

“Do shut up now.”

Your disguise dropped, revealing your true form to the others. Your eyes now closed, and an aura of authority and power radiated from you that commanded control and pressure

You politely asked Lucifer to leave the seat and continue with the hotel tour with his daughter. You had Alastor sit down while you two enjoyed a meal together. Alastor took the liberty of casting a barrier around the two of you to ensure privacy and uninterrupted moments

Peacefully, you listened to Alastor as he told you tales of what happened during his 7 years absence. The poor deer was gone looking for you after he realized your absence was a bit uncalled for, even going as far as to submit to demonic summoning in the human world to see if you would call him back to your services

It was amusing and you chuckled at the silly stuff humans had your deer do, Alastor’s cute ears pinned back at your mocking laugh, but returned to their position with joy when you said you meant to offense

So Alastor continued to share his stories to entertain you, all while you listened and enjoyed his cooking with a content smile gracing your lips

Never has he asked question about you, for you’ll never tell. You have your secrets and sacred knowledge and information that is only for your knowing. He knew, everyone else in your elite collection knew. All they ask for was your presence and support in their time in this Hell realm

It was obvious how while you have all this power to squash them like mere insects, you never did so and instead supported them and given them a title that would be feared. You established a system for them that will be recognized by all of Hell

“I was afraid you’d be gone forever, My Liege.” Alastor’s ears drooped down.

You smiled, “Forever’s a long time. I should know. I’ll never be gone, no need to fret.”

Alastor remembers that day well, when he was approached by you. The shadows he controlled ran rampened, out of his control. He was suddenly brought to a forest, he saw the city buildings over the treelines, but he couldn’t leave this forest no matter what. Even when he tried to use his powers and his more demonic form, nothing worked. Something kept him there by force

For the first time since his descent to Hell, he felt powerless and caged. There was no one in that forest to exploit or ask questions. It was truly just him

It felt like he was held prisoner yet not since he was free to do as he pleased. He could conjure things, so his daily necessities were met. Then there were the deers that were nothing like the hell creatures, it was one he was familiar to back when he was alive. So he enjoyed the game of hunting

It felt like he was well-provided. All but his freedom to leave

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, but there were whispers here and there. Creatures that were a blend of ravens and crows were in the trees watching him, Cages as they introduced themselves

The Cages whispered ideas into him, he ignored them. Then they continued to repeating the same thing to him. He had enough and tried what was suggested to him. For some odd reason, it worked. It was like a power upgrade from what he was capable of, a boost if you will. The Cages spoke words of praise that felt oddly pleasant

From then on, he looked forward to the Cages’ suggestions. Everytime he accomplished what they proposed, compliments came to him with a wash of comfort, then another tip came. He found himself growing more and more reliant on the connection he had with the Cages and anticipated their presence every time his eyes opened from a nap or long rest

Yet the time came when all the Cages seemingly disappeared from the forest. He searched high and low, turning desperate for their presence again. He long forgotten his goal of escape since this place made his entertainment worthwhile and his power was growing

At the sight of that one Cage, he followed it. He knew then, it was on purpose, everything that happened had a purpose. The Cage led him to you. You who sat in the clearing tending to a number of Cages that were around you

When he materialized out of the shadows and saw your form, he felt like he was in a trance. That presence he was feeling through the Cages, it was all so strong around you, passing by those winged creatures, he confirmed it was all you. Everything that happened here was all your doing

Instead of rage and bloodlust like he had in the beginning of his time here, there was a longing of passion and an urge to stay by your side so he wouldn’t be separated from you. He didn’t understand it, but he knew you were the key to his pillar. No, you are his pillar

“Radio Demon, Alastor. Overlords before you has met me one way or another.” Your voice was so angelic that it felt like a crime that you’d be in Hell. Wait. He was in Hell? It felt like paradise. “I have a collection of souls at my disposal and I control the Overlords I have picked to be in my collection.”

“I wish to join.” He spoke so urgently as he fell to a kneeling position with his eyes staring at your form, he felt like if he delayed, it was life or death.

A melodiously chuckle came from your curved lips that was a small smile. Your hand that had a Cage perched on it flicked and the Cage was airborn. You offered your hand to him, “If you do, you’ll be giving me your soul. I’m sure you know what that means.”

“I don’t care.” Alastor spoke with confidence firmly. “As long as I am by your side.”

Alastor held his heart stop when your eyes opened, it was captivating that his eyes focused on that the moment your eyelids revealed them to him. It felt it it was his birthday present and Christmas gift all wrapped in one. He saw his reflection from your eyes, the softness of your hand broke him from his trance, and the joyous tone from your voice got him melting into you, “As you wish. My Dear Alastor.”

Over the next few days, you have been observing the hotel residence after you little reveal

Lucifer was acting like a kicked puppy but soon recovered after you joined him in making breakfast for the others. He happily started singing and skipping around to make your smile last. Of course, he apologized for not realizing you were trying to hide your identity

You brushed it off since what’s done is done. Better now than later since no bonds were formed just yet. It was similar to how you gave Alastor a taste of what was to happen after he gave you his soul that day. The entire situation in the forest was to show him that he was free yet caged in your hold, he knew what he was getting into

Well, Alastor did seem to be the type of soul that wanted dominance so you did that to test and see if he can obey commands before offering him your contract. You expected him to fight for control longer and more fiercely, yet that wasn’t the case since he committing to you and proving himself the moment he saw you

Charlie was an interesting case. There was some time where she was more careful with her words around you, perhaps scared that you’d snap at her like you did with her father. And the fact that you were his father’s teacher that he respects and prides himself with associating with you. But then when Alastor gave her a word of caution that you weren’t as scary as you seem, then she took her chance

You got it through to her that she could act the same with you as before. She did not hesitate after that, of course, still keeping in mind some boundaries. She was back to her cheerful and fun self around you. Even enjoying feeling like a grandparent was taking care of her and spoiling her. Though that didn’t mean you were lenient with her that you’ll overlook things

You offer advice from time to time when Charlie was busy planning activities. You advised her on how to use her authority and power when necessary, her kindness is her strength and weakness. More on the latter since this was Hell, a number of demons will take advantage of her and push her down. Sure she can fight back, but it wouldn’t be enough when they are perfectly aware of what buttons to push

Vaggie showed obvious suspicion and caution around you. She went as far as to avoid you and not stand in your path. When it was obvious Alastor listens to you without another word, it raised even more red flags in her mind because you were that powerful. Lucifer speaking highly of you was even worse

She heard of ‘The Collector’, some demons she killed when she was still an exterminator screamed that The Collector will reign supreme or that a terrible death will be passed down as judgement to them. Hellborns move to other circles when it’s extermination day, some might be unlucky to escaped but exterminators weren’t taught to tell the difference between hellborn and sinners

When she was abandoned in Hell, she learned that The Collector holds a vast ocean of souls at your command. It was a terrifying thought to know that if you wanted, war can beginning at the drop of your command

Hell has 7 Rings, each represents a sin and only the Pride Ring has sinners of human souls. But Heaven was just that one. A paradise on top of the clouds. Now that angels can be killed, if you so wished, can’t you take over Heaven as well?

You were aware of all Vaggie’s little fears. You didn’t mind it at first, but her paranoia was getting out of head when she tried to deter the others to stay clear of you. Namely Charlie since you have been caring for her since you was too young to even remember. Though being the sweet princess she is, tried to have Vaggie under you weren’t a threat

A duel, you offered Vaggie. If she won, you’d leave the hotel and never step near any of them under any circumstances. Alastor nearly snapped when Vaggie pushed you to offer since an absurd wager, you own all of Hell, why would such a rule even apply to you? But you raised your hand to Alastor so he’d calm down. If you win, well, Vaggie will stop with all this ‘you’re the bad guy’ talk

Everyone came to watch. Charlie tried to persuade Vaggie to call it off but failed. Meanwhile, Lucifer urged you to hold back since this was his daughter’s beloved girlfriend. You planned to do so anyways and everyone stayed on the sidelines

Vaggie readied her spear and summoned her wings. You smiled, your form changing to a familiar one. Carmilla. You skillfully dodged all the attacks Vaggie launched at you as though you were dancing. While the duel was still ongoing, you pointed out Vaggie’s flaws and weak points before you attacked once and the winner of the fight was decided

Afterwards, Vaggie was persistant in asking for your fighting lessons and techniques. It got to the point where Alastor would try to move you to another spot so that his time with you wouldn’t get continuously interrupted. To his dismay, you found amusement in the entirety of the situation

“How dare you try to steal what precious time I have from me!” Alastor glared at Vaggie.

“This is a connection between warriors! You butt out of this edge lord!” Vaggie remarked back.

You merely chuckled at the exchange and never said anything to side with either.

Angel hid his discomfortable of you from the others and acted as his usual self, as much as he can. The only ones that noticed his awkwardness was probably Husk and you. You had a hunch it was due to the fact that you own too many souls to count, he was under contract with Valentino. The poor soul

Pity as though it may be, it was his choice to be under that sorry excuse of an Overlord in the first place. He’s merely living the life he signed himself for. The same for Husk

Now Husk had the best reaction. He was the latest Overlord to be rejected from your collection, but not the fastest. He didn’t get anything guidance like how your current Elites (excluding the Vees) had, certainly never having Alastor’s treatment as well. For you saw gambling as a dangerous bet to support in. Where there’s a win, there’s always an even bigger lost

This was something you warned Husk after accepting him as an Overlord among your ranks. It certainly didn’t help when he was hosting more and more gambling parties and inviting other Overlords to join in. They participated but were quick to give him their input and warn to change a domain since you’ll be more supportive of it

Husk didn’t listen. He was winning and was blinded by that. So the other Overlords counted down till Husk was removed from the collection. It didn’t take long for your Overlords to realize they had a chance to pin down the former Overlord Husk to their command and show you their ability. Alastor took the job and the role of relying that he was abandoned

He didn’t know, he never knew. He reflected on that and found times when his fellow Overlords tried to help him and teach him the ropes, since these things aren’t something you’ll tell them. You like it when your Overlords are independent when they need to

So he shifted his focus like you advised so long ago. He gained the ability to read demons like a book as time gone by, so much so that he’d love to show it to you, but Alastor would never let that happen

When he saw you near, he tried offering you a drink or two. He wanted to talk, to say that he was sorry and that he was wrong. It’s always when he got to a suitable time to tell you that you were pulled away by one thing or another

He thought he lost his chance again until you met him in the hallway when he was retreating to his room to get some shuteye

“Husk, my former soul.” Your words made him freeze and turn to you, there was that small smile on your face that made you look so serene and neutral to everything. “I hope you continue your time here in service to the dear Princess and the hotel as Alastor has assigned you.”

“But I…”

“Until I call for you.” You cut him off as your smile widened, “Don’t worry about anything and try to build your power back, I see that you have learned your lesson.” You snapped your fingers and a card with an eye design on it appeared, you passed it to him, “Alastor knows my thoughts on the matter, so I hope you won’t disappoint me again.”

Husk bowed deeply, his wings relaxed that they touched the floor almost entirely, “Yes, I will, Master.”

You chuckled and showed him a hologram of him protecting and caring for Angel. “Do you know?” Husk looked up, unsure of why you showed him something like this. “That an Overlord can challenge another to gain the soul contract that’s signed?”

Husk’s eyes widened at the message you conveyed.

You made a hush motion over your lips as your eyes peeked open, “Let’s keep this between us. If you manage to prove yourself, there’s more to come and more to receive. Though that all depends on your willingness. Husk.”

Note: I'm so curious on your thoughts for this one~ There's Alastor's little backstory to how he became the way he is and then the little ending here~ Hehe

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nanawritesit · 4 months

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Mammon Imagine: He Finds a Picture of Him in Your Wallet

anonymous said: “Totally a fluffy moment. picture Mc with mammon and they buy something but mams sees a picture of them together or just mammon in their wallet. Dude is totally gushing over it. brothers probably ask why just him and are throwing pictures at you. Asmo got a whole picture stash we already know.”

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You were having a day out with the brothers, visiting several shops and markets together. After a full day of wrangling the seven of them all around the Devildom, you were in desperate need of some sustenance. Beel had enthusiastically suggested you all eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, as they were having a BOGO on burger meals, and you would only really have to pay for four people rather than eight. Happy to save some money, everyone agreed, and now you were all sat at a table enjoying your meals.

“Ooh, MC! Let’s go over to that claw machine! I see a super cute unicorn plushy that I really want!” Asmo pleaded, tugging on your arm as the meal was coming to a close.

“Alright, I’m coming.” you smiled patiently, moving to get up out of your chair. You grabbed your wallet out of your pocket it and handed it to the person sitting next to you, which just so happened to be Mammon. “Go ahead and pay for me and Asmo’s if the waitress comes by with the check, okay?”

“Oi! You should offer to pay for mine too since you’re leavin’ me to pay for your food!” Mammon scoffed.

“I figured you’d just take some of my money to pay for yours anyway.” you teased him, ruffling his snow white locks.

He blushed reluctantly as you scampered off to the other end of the restaurant with Asmo.

“How much longer are you going to pretend you’re not in love with them?” Belphie asked him nonchalantly once you were out of earshot.

Mammon gasped defensively. “Wh…? Whadya’ talkin’ about? I’m not in love with them…” His eyes darted down to your wallet in his hands that he was currently fiddling with to avoid the gaze of his brothers. “Besides, they don’t feel that way about me.”

“That’s true, you’re far too scummy.” Levi clicked his tongue apathetically, going back to his phone.

“Hey! That ain’t what I meant!” Mammon screeched back at his younger brother, wacking him on the shoulders. “Of course they like The Great Mammon. But only as a friend.”

“How can you be so sure?” Lucifer inquired, setting his silverware down to focus on his brother.

“I just know, okay?!” the avatar of greed huffed, annoyed that his brothers only seemed to be interested in what he had to say when he was talking about you.

“Alright, here’s the check!” the waitress suddenly interrupted the conversation. “Did you guys want to pay now, or are we still finishing up?”

“We can pay now, thank you.” Lucifer replied, motioning for everyone to hand over their money.

Mammon flipped open your wallet to retrieve the grimm, setting it down face open while he handed the money across the table to Lucifer. However as soon as he sat back down, something caught his attention. Behind your school I.D was the outline of a polaroid photograph. He debated on whether or not to pull it out and look at it. Just as he was about to however, Levi snatched the wallet away.

“Hey, what’s that picture?” the otaku asked, fumbling through the card holders to slip it out.

“Oi, stop! That’s MC’s!” Mammon retaliated, swiping at his brothers’ hands. They began tugging on either side of the wallet like little children, until Lucifer intervened and slapped them both upside the head, snatching the wallet away once they were busy wincing in pain.

“Honestly you two, all this commotion over a silly little photograph…” Lucifer grumbled, glancing down at it. He began slipping the picture out of its slot. “I suppose we’ll have no peace until it’s revealed.” He slapped the polaroid down on the center of the table, causing everyone to widen their eyes at the sight of it.

“Is that…?” Beel asked, shocked enough to even pause his eating for a moment.

“It’s me!” Mammon exclaimed, picking it up to inspect it further. The rest of the brothers all leaned forward to crowd around him, as if they couldn’t believe their own eyes. It was a picture you had snapped of him passed out in your bed after a night of drinking and gambling at the casino. The only part of you that was visible was one smiling eye and your forehead, as he took up most of the shot. He was curled up on his side and clinging onto you like a koala, fast asleep in a white t-shirt. His hair was messy and his face was puffy, but there was an adorable innocence to it that no one could deny.

“Hey everyone, look what MC won me!” Asmo suddenly chirped, holding out his new pink sparkly unicorn. You were trailing slightly behind him, the two of you now stopped in front of the table. “Um, what’s that? And why are you all so stunned?”

“Ya keep a picture of me in your wallet?” Mammon finally spoke in a small voice, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

You glanced over at the photograph in the center of the table, realizing it was yours. “Oh, yeah! I just thought you looked so cute, I look at it all the time. It makes me really happy.”

With that, Mammon’s face flushed a deep shade of hot pink. However, a sly grin soon made its way onto his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Well of course it does. A snapshot of me is bound to make anyone’s day brighter.”

“Oh please…” Levi rolled his eyes, obviously envious of your affections for Mammon. “I’ve got a couple pictures of you I could give MC that are way less attractive.”

“Oh yeah, so do I. I keep a special album on my phone just for them.” Satan agreed, swiping open his phone to show you.

“Aye! Guys, stop!” Mammon demanded, swiping their phones away from your view.

“I actually keep really nice pictures of all of us in my wallet.” Asmo declared, reaching for his purse. He then unzipped the hot pink leopard print wallet and dumped out a fat pile of photographs. Everyone gasped and reached forward to inspect them, except for Mammon who slid out of his chair to lead you away for a semi-private conversation.

“Please, don’t let them show ya any embarrassing pictures of me.” he pleaded, holding onto your hand. “I don’t think I could face ya again if they did.”

“Don’t worry Mammon. I don’t think I could ever find you unattractive.” you told him with an affectionate grin.

He blushed once again, his eyes darting to the ground bashfully. “Aye… ya can’t just be sayin’ things like that…”

“Why? It’s true.” you reassured him, gripping onto his hands comfortingly. He looked up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes, to which you leaned forward and pecked his lips with your own. It was short, but sweet enough to stop his heart and make his whole body heat up.

“Wh…? MC! What was that all about?!” he exclaimed, mouth falling agape in shock.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” you asked, comically widening your eyes. “I like you, Mammon! A lot! I want us to be together!”

As soon as your words registered, his face broke out into an enormous grin. In an instant, he was placing his hands on your cheeks to press his lips to yours, longer and more passionately than your previous kiss. Your own hands came to rest against his chest, curving your body into his. As you pulled away, foreheads pressed together, you were startled by the eruption of applause from the entire restaurant, mainly from the rest of the brothers.

“Finally!” Belphie cheered, standing up on his chair. You had truly never seen him so energetic before.

You looked at each other, giggling at your slight discomfort, then held hands and walked back over to the table.

“So, are you two finally official?” Lucifer asked, folding his arms across his chest with an amused grin.

“Well, I’d say so.” Mammon sighed with a mildly cocky yet sincere tone. “After all, I am the one who’s picture is in their wallet.” He then leaned over to you and winked. “By the way, I’m gonna need a picture of ya that’s just as adorable as mine!”

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doliacuddles · 1 month

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ETERNAL CONFINEMENT.

𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋

❝In the maze of his mind, Lucifer, amidst rubber ducks and melancholy, clings to his beloved with an eccentric yet heart-wrenchingly protective possession.❞

Yandere! Lucifer contemplates with an enigmatic smile as he watches from the shadows those who come too close to you. His desire to protect you is insatiable, and his possessiveness towards you is evident in every gesture he makes.

Yandere! Lucifer presents himself as playful and charming on the surface, but beneath that eccentric and theatrical facade lies a volatile and possessive being. He will not hesitate to take extreme measures to keep you by his side, even if it means removing anyone who stands in his way.

Yandere! Lucifer finds solace in his rubber ducks, which have become symbols of his obsession with you and his lost wife. Each duck represents a fragment of his pain and his desire to protect what he loves most, even if it means locking it away in his own world.

Yandere! Lucifer, despite his depression and isolation, remains an ambitious dreamer who will do whatever it takes to ensure your well-being. His actions may seem irrational to some, but for him, every move is carefully calculated to protect you at all costs.

Yandere! Lucifer constantly battles his own turbulent emotions, oscillating between the euphoria of having you close and the despair of feeling unable to protect you completely. His love for you is so deep that he is willing to sacrifice everything, even his own sanity, for your happiness and safety.

Yandere! Lucifer, in his fervor to protect you, has constructed a labyrinth of secret passageways and deadly traps around your home, aiming to keep any intruders at bay who might pose a threat to you. These passageways serve as his personal sanctuary, where he can discreetly surveil and swiftly act to ensure your safety.

Yandere! Lucifer, in his most melancholic moments, immerses himself in nostalgia for his past with his lost wife, comparing your characteristics and behaviors to hers. However, his love for you is so profound that any resemblance to his wife only reinforces his determination to protect you at all costs.

Yandere! Lucifer has developed a set of strict and peculiar rules that he expects you to follow at all times. These rules range from how you should dress to whom you can speak with, all designed to keep any potential threats to you at bay. Deviating from these rules would trigger Lucifer's wrath and paranoia, resulting in unpleasant consequences for those who dare challenge his authority.

Yandere! Lucifer, in his moments of greatest vulnerability, relies on you as his sole source of comfort and support. Although he may be possessive and controlling, he also exhibits a softer and more affectionate side when alone with you, expressing his love intensely yet sincerely.

Yandere! Lucifer, seemingly trapped in his own tumultuous emotions, demonstrates relentless cunning and determination when it comes to protecting you. He is willing to resort to manipulation, intimidation, and even violence if he believes it will ensure your safety and happiness, regardless of the consequences for others.

The atmosphere in the Hazbin Hotel was eerily calm that afternoon, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses and occasional laughter. Amidst the bustling crowd, you found yourself engaged in lively conversation with Alastor, the sinister and charismatic demon known as the "Radio Demon."

As you and Alastor exchanged words, an ominous shadow loomed over you both. Lucifer, with his characteristic enigmatic smile, made his way through the crowd, his gaze fixed on Alastor. Without uttering a word, the tension in the air became palpable as onlookers watched nervously.

Finally, Lucifer broke the silence with a warning-laden voice. "Alastor," he murmured with a frigid tone, "I suggest you keep away from what's mine." His penetrating gaze bore into the Radio Demon, making it clear that he would tolerate no intrusion into his territory.

Unfazed by the warning, Alastor simply smirked and leaned in mockingly. "Oh, dear Lucifer, always so jealous," he retorted in his characteristic playful tone. "But what can you do to stop me if our friend here prefers my company?"

A flash of fury crossed Lucifer's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly. Without another word, he turned to you and took your hand with a brusque yet firm gesture. "Let's go, Y/N," he said with a tense voice, "it's time to leave."

Without giving Alastor a chance to react, Lucifer led you through the hotel lobby, ignoring the curious stares that followed them. With determined steps, he guided you out of the hotel and towards his mansion in Hell, where he locked you away in one of the most secluded rooms.

"Forgive me for the abruptness, my dear," Lucifer murmured as he stepped away from you, his gaze filled with remorse but also determination. "But I cannot allow anyone else to come between us. I will protect you at all costs, even if it means keeping us away from the outside world."

With your heart pounding and thoughts swirling in your head, you were left alone in the room, wondering what the future held now that you had been imprisoned by the jealous and obsessive Lucifer.

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queenariesofnarnia · 2 months

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i've killed you once

gif not mine!

alastor x f! reader

warnings: mentions of killing

wc: 1,300

You were in Hell, and you weren’t even shocked that you ended up here. You were now a stunning cat demon, well half cat demon. You had cat features, your ears, claws, and tail. The rest of you looked human still. You’re dressed in a deep burgundy flapper dress that had a black beaded fringe overlay. Thick curls framing your face, that always had flawless makeup. Satin black opera gloves to your elbows. Your wedding ring still on your finger, you quickly made a name for yourself on this side of the pentagram, taking over for this bitchy overload who thought you couldn’t defend yourself in a fight. The souls you own and everyone in your territory just calls you Kitty, not many people have the pleasure of knowing your real name.

You’ve been seeing the hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter during commercial breaks deciding to go and see the hotel for yourself believing in her cause. You were willing to offer help if she needed it. Knocking on the door you waited less that a minute for an answer.

“Hi welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” the princess’ cheery voice greeted you. Smiling at her you introduced yourself thanking her. She guided you into the parlor to meet everyone.

“Everyone this is Kitty! Kitty this is Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor is around here somewhere." she says gesturing to everyone. “We’re getting ready for my Dad’s visit. Would you mind helping?” she asked you with a hopeful smile.

“Not at all. Just tell me what to do” you tell her more than willing to lend a hand. As you were setting up you got to know Angel Dust and Pentious. You also caught up with Husk, you haven’t seen him in some time. You took time to even get to know Vaggie and Charlie, until the sound of static cut through the air.

“Cher?” the nickname being one you haven’t heard since losing your lover in 1933. You glance up meeting red eyes, and an ever-present grin.

“Baby?” your voice getting caught in your throat, seeing him again. Making your way to his open arms, he held you close. It reminded you of the night you lost him. Before your reunion could continue Lucifer arrived. You moved to stand next to the guys.

“Charlie why don’t you introduce me to your other friends” Lucifer suggests turning away from Alastor making you giggle at their interaction. He made his way through everyone placing a kiss on your hand as he introduced himself to you. Static rang through the air again from Alastor, his grin strained as he looked at Lucifer holding your hand. Pulling away from him you snatch a cookie off the table snacking on it. You all stood by as Lucifer and Alastor started singing.

“Does everybody just burst into song here?” you ask laughing.

“Yeah toots, it’s a daily thing here” Angel says laughing with you. Everyone just chats away as they battle for the song until a grating voice that you hated even more than when you were alive. Fucking Mimzy, you wished you would’ve escaped this bitch. You growl as she wraps her arms around Alastor. Angel and Husk each put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. He dismisses himself to continue the tour with Charlie. You all made your way to the bar, you stood next to Husk. Tuning out Mimzy’s story but catching out the corner of your eyes as Husk walked away. You followed Husk and witnessed his interaction with Alastor. You rushed to his side helping him up, watching Alastor walk away.

“Let’s go back to the others Husk” you held his hand gingerly walking him back to the bar. Walking back to a ton of commotion. You see Mimzy ducking on the floor as whoever was outside looking for her yelled her name.

“What the fuck did you do bitch?” You growl at the blonde ready to attack her.

“I may be in trouble with some loan sharks. May or may not have borrowed fifty grand...” she runs to hide behind the bar next to Husk. “And I may have stolen a car and crashed it into the loan shark’s girlfriend” she finishes. Angel stopped you from lunging at her. Trying to handle the damage that’s being caused because of Mimzy.

“I’ll take care of this” you heard Vaggie’s voice from behind you.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. Its time I remind everyone why I’m here”

“Finally! It took ya long enough.” Mimzy sounds excited, and you do your best not to hit her. You watched in awe as Alastor grew and tore the loan sharks to pieces. You enjoyed the sight of watching him in his zone. Once he was done you made your way outside to him. Reaching his side, he grabbed your hand pulling you to him.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show.” Mimzy says walking out, continuing to thank him. You growl at her cutting her off.

“You need to leave bitch” you look her in the eyes, your cat like pupils in slits and your tail viciously swaying.

“Calm down Kitty, you don’t mean that” she says laughing.

“I mean it bitch. Do yourself a favor and remember that I’m the reason you’re here” you remind her, your claw poking her nose. You pull away from Alastor, staring her down.

“But Alastor loves takin care of me” she says trying to lighten the mood. You wrap your claws around her neck cutting her off.

“I killed you once Mimzy, best believe I’ll do it again.” Your tone deep before you toss her to the side. As she scrambles to get up you walk back into the hotel. Her and Alastor exchange a few more words, and he reminds her she needs to leave.

“Come here cher” his command was firm. You grasp his hand before his shadows consume you both. You appeared to be in what you’re assuming is his room. Of course he had the bayou attached to it. “Now enlighten me on what you said to Mimzy” the static in his voice calmed you down.

“After you died, I just ended up working to take care of myself. But I also continued killing to feel close to you. I’d use my looks to lure men in and kill them. It was easy and most men are stupid. Then Mimzy made a comment ‘You don’t know how to take care of yourself now that Alastor ain’t around” it made me snap. I waited for her to be through with her show at the lounge. I offered her a ride as a friend, even gave her something to drink. I used powdered potassium it made it look natural. She was found dead in her house. I handled her arrangement since I played the “grieving best friend ” so well. I gave her a better send off than she deserved. The cops never caught my trail of the men I killed. I died of natural causes years later in our little cabin.” You told him the story of how the rest of your life went after his passing. If his grin could get wider, it would. He asked you to elaborate on the men you killed and Mimzy. He couldn’t be prouder of his wife. He stood up grabbing your cheeks with his clawed hands pulling you in for a kiss.

“ Oh, how I’ve missed you darling” he said pulling away keeping his hands on your waist. Your hands finding their place on his chest.

“I’ve missed you more” your voice sounds silent compared to the sounds of the bayou. Alastor pulled you in for a hug enjoyed your presence that he has missed for so long.

#alastor x reader #xreader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor imagine #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor the radio demon

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 months

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Yo, I'm so angry at the fact how my guy Lucifer complimented right in front of Mc, saying how Maddi was so beautiful than a succubus!! MY BLOOD BOILS!! Please, you're my best therapy. Could you PLEASE make a beautiful Mc (mine is beautiful) getting jealous and angry at Lucifer. Ingoring him, flirts or sleeps with one of his brothers *cough* Satan *cough*, or maybe when he asks for help she says something like, "Why don't go and ask Maddi to do that since she's SO beautiful".

Jealousy Burns | Yandere Obey Me

The bonding of a pact as well as the spoken promise is usually an anchor to be trusted. Unfortunately it’s an anchor it can be moved at any time. The mere compliment and smile on his face strikes a chord with you. A bad one. Like sharks in the water the blood is smelt and whether the offender is aware of it the boat is rocking. Naturally their going to make this right or someone else will:

Lucifer

“(Y/n)? You seem cross. Would you like to dance with me?”

Whether it’s a conscious effort to choose or you’re just looking for any kind of distraction you accept

“Yes please!”

And it will persist outside the ballroom as well

Because while you love Lucifer you’ve still got the six brothers that love the attention

So its nothing short of perfection that your distractions are just hanging out with your friends

But Satan spots it and will make your angry fleeting glances more painful when he holds you tight in front of the eldest

Or how Lucifer starts to lecture but he’s interrupted by your giggling at cat video Satan’s showing you

You can expect his sly emerald gaze to do the talking while Lucifer combs through your recent interactions

“My love. There’s something we need to talk about.”

He honestly might’ve done it on purpose

just to push you to speak up and claim like he does you

Only for it to backfire as you stew in your jealousy

He’ll have to set you straight

Show you how the words he used to describe that succubus don’t compare to you because to him your attractiveness is unmatched

For the king he can say she’s beautiful but its his unspoken rule that you are immaculate

It’s something he’ll drill into you until you believe it

For good measure whether he makes sure you find out or not he might orchestrate a life-altering mission for Maddi to take up

One that will make her beauty nothing for you to be worried about

All that’s left is for him to deal with his brother

“Now has the catlover gotten his fix, yet? I’ll be handling his punishment now.”

“Don’t…go crazy….he was only trying to help.”

“Help. Sabotage. Our definitions are different but they all end the same way. With me on top”

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pinchofhoney · 7 months

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Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3

Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333

like real people do

jack kline x reader

word count: 1.6k

warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship

summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?

a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah

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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.

Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.

As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.

Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.

You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.

With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.

Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”

Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”

Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”

Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.

Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.

Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.

Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.

You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.

Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”

Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.

Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”

The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.

You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."

Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.

But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,

“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”

Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.

You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”

Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.

“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”

You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”

Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”

Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Be My Little Darling

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. One shot. There is some making out, unresolved sexual tension! Mentions of private parts. Cursing. There's violence with weapons. Established relationship.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. At least they will be after you stop a creep from bothering one of your waitresses. And Loki has to stop the fight with you. He takes you back to his office to set some things straight.

Word Count: 3,826k

A/N: Ever since hearing that the Loki show had an early concept of Loki running a 70s dance club like the show Lucifer, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I knocked this out. It was fun to write LOL. I conceived it as a one shot, so enjoy. Not beta'd or proof read, so all mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“Hands. Off. Now,” you snarled. You looked up into the ugly mug of some random person who had too much to drink. He stank of ale and dried sweat and something faintly oily.

He sneered down at you and looked you over. You wore the same thing as the other girls, except you took liberties with yours. The skirt was a little shorter, the cleavage a little tighter, fishnet tights, and fingerless gloves. You wore all black like the other waitresses complete with a fresh black rose pinned to your lapel.

He saw you no more than background noise, blending into the decadent atmosphere. So, in his mind, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I don’t hear her complaining,” he said, with a heavy accent. You couldn’t place it, but then again, you were still getting used to New Asgard. Between the Asgardians and the humans native to this part of the world, there was an eclectic mix of voices, accents, and dialects.

He held one of your girls by the arm and from the looks of it, it was none too gently. She was a pretty brown haired girl, a little mousy and pale, but this room preferred the look of a doe-eyed innocent. You nodded to her, to give her reassurance that everything would be okay.

You turned your scowl back on the idiot. “She’s told you no a few times. Clean out your ears and let her go. I won’t ask again,” you said.

“And what will you do?” He asked. He looked around the room at his buddies who laughed along with him. You looked around, committing each idiot to memory. They were definitely banned after this.

You licked your lips, trying to keep your cool. You were so over this bullshit. You weren’t a bouncer and you resented the extra load Loki dumped on your shoulders. As if managing nine fucking rooms in a club was an easy task.

He chuckled some more, getting his cronies to increase their mocking laughter. The Alfeim room was supposed to be one of the most relaxing and ethereal rooms. You didn’t know where the meathead came from but you made a mental note to deal with the front house staff in the morning.

You moved forward and conjured a defense baton, bringing it down on his arm at the joint. There was a faint crunching sound and he yelled as he dropped the girl. She grinned and backed away, using her tray as a shield from the other cronies. They stood up and you slowly unveiled a conjured sword, waving it about.

“Ah ah ah,” you tsked. “Play fair.”

The meathead wailed like an unruly child and you curled your lip in disgust. So pathetic.

“Out, all of you. And I never want to see you here again.”

There were five men who encircled you, each remaining in place. You glanced around the room. There were log tables set up with stumps to sit on. There was fake moss on the walls and floor, fake branches overhead, and a cave facade built onstage for the performers. The girls in this room wore leafy, flowy skirts and loose peasant shirts. Flower crowns were woven into their braided hair and they wore sandals on their feet.

The patrons in this room needed that bit of fantasy to escape for a bit. For now, they were content to watch the fight unfold. They weren’t freaking out, so you decided to keep the mood light.

The meathead in charge stopped crying long enough to struggle to his feet. “You will regret that,” he said, low and menacing. Well, at least he thought so. But once you saw a man sniveling on the floor with snot running down his face, you kind of lost all respect.

You swung the sword towards him until it was flush against his neck. “Care to try me? I haven’t had a good fight in a good while,” you said.

The meathead scoffed. He suddenly thrust his arm up, moving your sword out of the way. But it still nicked him across the neck and cheek. A red line opened up on his skin and bled freely. He paid it no mind as he got in close, using his good side and broad frame to crowd into you.

You stepped in close as well and used the hilt of your baton to hit him in the abdomen. You stepped in, turned, and used the momentum to bring the baton across his face. His face whipped to the side but then turned back to you with fire in his eyes.

Finally, a good fucking fight. He yelled and ran at you, picking you up and slamming your back against the nearest table. You dropped the sword and conjured another baton and began wailing on any available body parts you could reach. You rained down holy fire on his back and arms until he finally leaned back far enough for you to land a solid kick.

He stumbled back, cursing at you and calling you out of your name. You hopped off of the table and bent low to bring your batons down on his kneecaps, ankles, and shins. He yowled in pain before grabbing your arm with a snarl.

“Let her go.” A deep, rich voice called out into the room. The faint faerie-like music slowed to a stop. The lights seemed to dim in his presence.

You sighed. This was the last fucking thing you needed.

“I got it,” you said. You twisted in the man’s hand making him twist in an unnatural way. He could either let go and save his hand or keep going out of spite. He cried out as his wrist twisted too far. You grabbed it and twisted it behind his back. You elbowed him in the back until he was bent over and back to crying. You applied pressure until his knees buckled.

“All of you, out. And you already know what I will do if I catch you here again,” Loki said. His breathy baritone commanded all the force of a prince. The eggheads who stayed out of the fight looked to their pathetic leader. He looked between you and Loki, trying to determine who was the real threat. You with the weapons, or the owner of the club and his former prince.

The meathead nodded and you let him go with a final shove. He stood up and one of his buddies came to help him stand. He glared daggers at you as they were escorted out by a team of bouncers.

You weren’t even out of breath. You released your constructs and set about setting the room to rights. You didn’t want to look at him. You already knew that he’d be scowling at you. As if the disturbance was somehow your fault.

Loki approached you on silent feet. While you were looking down, his shiny black dress shoes came into view.

He called your name and you suppressed a shiver. His voice made music out of your name, pronouncing all of the syllables in his own unique way. Every time felt like you were discovering your name for the first time.

You dragged your eyes along his all black suit that hugged his frame, accentuated his small waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a black on black suit, with a black tie, and a black rose on his lapel. His hair draped down to his shoulders. He was letting it grow out again and gods it was glorious on him.

His signature scowl was on his face as he regarded you.

“I had it covered, you didn’t have to do that.” You hated that even from across the fucking club, word spread so fast that he always spoiled your fun.

“It shouldn’t get that far,” he said.

“How about you trust me next time?” You snapped. You weren’t a fucking child that he could scold. He raised an eyebrow at you.

Perhaps you really had lost your mind, because you didn’t care this time. “You can’t expect these people to trust me, let alone my girls to trust me, if you swoop in and command people about. They need to fear me, not you,” you continued.

“He had his hands on you,” Loki said as if it explained everything.

“He had his hands on Sugar, or did you not see that?” You asked. Loki gave every waitress a name. Sugar, Sweetie, Honey…

“Darling,” he said, with a slight smile. “There’s nothing that goes on in my club that I don’t know about,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Yes, you’ve heard the speech. He is the lord and king of the club and no one could tell him different.

You finished righting the tables and stumps. You grabbed the towel hanging from your back pocket and wiped down the table. The couple who had been sitting there had stood up in the commotion to avoid being trampled. They nodded their thanks. You gave them vouchers for a free drink on their next visit.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Loki,” you said. You brushed past him but he dug his fingers into the fleshy parts of your upper arm.

He raised a finger into your face. “Have care how you speak to me,” he said.

His dark eyes bored into yours. Oh he was angry. If he had the ability to burn you with one look, it’d be this one. His jaw flexed as he clenched it and his eyes were so narrow, he looked like his eyes were half closed.

You yanked your arm out of his grasp. He reared back as if you had slapped him. “Fuck you,” you said.

Instead of rising to your obvious bait, Loki chuckled. He clapped slowly and turned around, getting others to clap along with him. “Let’s thank the lovely Darling for keeping us safe.”

The room clapped awkwardly before Loki nodded to the band. The music resumed, the soft and ethereal music floating through once more. Waitresses floated in and out carrying full trays of drinks to go with the forest theme.

Loki smiled and waved to patrons. He leaned down to speak to a group of women who giggled at his words. Giggled. You dry heaved.

Loki turned back to you and his smile disappeared. He stepped closer and leaned towards your ear. “My office. Now,” he demanded.

You sucked your teeth but his expression told you that he wasn’t in the mood tonight. Whatever. If he wanted to fire you, you’d welcome it. You didn’t sign up for this shit.

You whirled around and exited the room. The common areas were decorated in velvet and revolving lights that switched colors and swirled on the walls. Waitresses dressed in regalia from all over the nine realms marched to and from the various kitchens and bars, carrying drinks or finger foods.

Your high heels clicked on the floor, despite the thumping music from various rooms you passed. You were all too aware of Loki stalking behind you. He didn’t make much of a sound. If it weren’t for his shoes, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was there. Well, besides the overwhelming presence of him.

His disappointment and anger were like thick blankets around you. Suffocating you. Your skin was overheated and oversensitive. You wanted a fight but now you were left unfulfilled. Your denied release made you antsy, eyes flicking across the assorted artwork and sculptures in the labyrinth hallways.

You led the way to his office. Smack at the back of the club, Loki had a spacious and elegant office. He was done in his signature black and emerald. Deep, plush couches he probably fucked people on.

He had a dark mahogany desk that was large enough to dominate the room. Two chairs were in front of it. File cabinets, boxes, and random sculptures made up the room. He had a private bar in the corner with the best liquor according to his tastes.

He entered behind you and slammed the door shut. You hated that you jumped. You hated it more that the sound of the door locking didn’t scare you. It excited you. Your pitiful crush on your boss was embarrassing. All of the women loved him. Half the men did too. He had a unique way of making you feel like the only person in the room, despite being surrounded.

You crossed your arms and faced forward. He stalked towards you, way too close for comfort. You shifted as he trailed a finger down your exposed arm. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“If you don’t respect me out there, the other girls will stop listening. So instead of running a club, I’m now stuck with the task of hiring and training a completely new staff. Do not disrespect me out there,” he said.

You faced him. “Then don’t disrespect me. I had the situation under control,” you said.

He laughed at you and shook his head. He dropped his hold on your chin. “I’m sure breaking his knees and arms was a controlled situation,” he said.

“He would’ve healed,” you said.

“That’s not the point!” He yelled. Fresh arousal flooded you and made your stomach flip. This was so fucked up. His yelling should not excite you. But it did. Gods, it did. Every single time.

“There’s no fighting in my club. Ever,” he said.

“You embarrassed me out there. How can people respect my position if you don’t?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t have given it to you if I didn’t respect you. I know you can do a good job. Itching for a fight will drive customers away. What’s going on with you?” He asked.

You blinked at him. “What? Nothing. Can’t a woman rage without there being a reason?”

“Not you, no. What is it? What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said through gritted teeth.The hell did he truly care anyway? Maybe you were in a shitty mood because you wanted to be. You were stressed out to the max. The highlight of your day was managing the club. Outside of it…it wasn’t pretty. You preferred the dark interior of the club and its nine rooms to the sunny and bright world outside. It was all so sad.

But you weren’t about to tell your boss that. If you broke down, he’d be more than justified to replace you. And you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t have the club anymore.

He approached you, crowding into your personal space. You backed away until your round ass hit the top of his desk. Still, you tried to get out of the web he weaved. His entire being made the room feel tiny.

“Tell me or we’ll have to find a more constructive use for you,” he said. He looked down his nose at you, eyes raking over your plump brown lips.

A sigh escaped you. “We’ve never crossed that line, Loki,” you said.

“I can’t fathom a reason why right now,” he said.

You chuckled to try to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “You couldn’t give me what I want,” you said.

You and Loki had flirted plenty of times over the years, but you both respected your positions. You didn’t need anyone thinking you got this job on your knees. Some of the girls liked to still gossip and call you Princess when they thought you couldn’t hear them. But no one thought you two had a relationship.

How could they? Loki had a different woman or man or those in between on his arm every night. He made no secret of the type of people he liked. And safe to say, you did not fit the bill. You weren’t ugly. You knew that for a fact. You were gorgeous with real curves and a real tummy.

Loki seemed to go for the weak willed, bland people whose personalities came from a quiz online. He liked to boss people around and you made sure that he knew that he couldn’t do the same to you.

“You think you’re so hard to figure out?” He chuckled and looked over you as if you were nothing. “Darling, I know what you need.”

You jutted your chin out and crossed your arms. He poked your side. You slapped his hand away. He poked your other side and you slapped his hand away again. What was he playing at?

He scooted closer, molding his body along yours. You felt the unmistakable imprint of his dick straining against his trousers. You inhaled sharply, not expecting that at all. You looked into his eyes. He had a downright devilish grin on his face.

He dragged his fingers from your tummy, up and over your chest, in between your breasts, and then wrapped them around your throat.

You prayed he couldn’t feel your heartbeat increasing. He smelled like wood and smoke, like sin.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. He kept eye contact with you as he leaned down and kissed the tops of your breasts. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“Shove me away,” he said. He increased pressure on your neck and you whined. His free hand roamed over your thigh before pulling it up and wrapping it around his hip. It pressed his dick closer to you and your pussy throbbed.

He moved his hands higher, lifting your skirt. He went so agonizingly slow, giving you enough time to reject him. To shove him away. To tell him to leave you alone. Yet…what if this is all you got from him? What if this was your one chance to experience Loki’s attention directed at you?

“My poor, overworked Darling. So many responsibilities I gave you. I have no doubt you can deliver. But so little time for a proper release,” he said. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of whiskey and mint.

His fingers slid up to your jaw, running his thumb over your lips before pushing in. You suckled his thumb as his other hand drifted closer to your pussy. He played with the outline of your panties, lighting running his fingers back and forth.

You shamelessly moaned. You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to do anything else. He couldn’t stand here teasing all damn night. Surely, you would recover from his rejection after this. You weren’t the first to hold out on him but it was a game to see how flustered you could make each other.

Once he had you, there was no reason to continue the game.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded.

You snapped your eyes to his. His magic must extend to his eyes, because you were lost. Pulled in. Fuck it. Heartbreak was worth whatever he was about to do to you.

“No funny remarks? Is that all it takes? Playing with your needy little pussy?” He asked.

You nipped at his thumb but he didn’t pull it away. He grinned. “You don’t know what I need,” you said. But your comeback was weak to your own ears.

“You take care of so much, but who takes care of you?” He asked.

“I have a trusty vibrator. Better than any man,” you taunted.

Loki grinned. “Don’t stand there and lie, Darling. Shall I prove you wrong?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to. He hooked his finger under your panties and cooed at the amount of wetness on the gusset of your panties. “Quite a mess you made.” He leaned his head down and nuzzled your cheek before resting his nose against your shoulder. He took a deep whiff.

“Divine,” he said.

His knuckles brushed against your slick folds and you whined, moving your hips to get him where you needed him. “You’re so used to being in control, aren’t you?”

He took his thumb out of your mouth and grabbed your chin. He brought you close, close enough for your lips to touch. He licked his lips and the movement caught some of yours.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop,” he said.

“Fuck you, Loki,” you said.

He chuckled and started to rub his knuckle back and forth with increased speed. You bit your lip to keep from moaning on his knuckle. There was no way he was playing you this well. It was embarrassing.

He kissed both of your cheeks and hovered his lips over yours. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his tie. You yanked and he fell forward, giving you a quick kiss.

You dug your hands into his scalp, pulling his hair at the roots. He growled but still didn’t take the hint. He bit your lip and you cried out. He licked away the sting.

“Ask nicely if you want me to kiss you,” he said.

“Fuck you,” you breathed.

“Say the word and I will,” he said. You mashed your lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

His knuckle stilled and you cried, rolling your hips forward. He withdrew completely and you groaned. You were nearly there. He kept eye contact as he licked his knuckle. You could smell yourself on his fingers. It was obscene. And it was fucking hot.

“If you want this cock, you’ll have to beg for it.” His voice weaved a spell on its own. You sighed at his filthy words.

“Like hell,” you said.

Loki chuckled and shrugged. “Until you beg, you’ll stay like this. You’re not allowed to cum or let anyone else touch you.”

He backed away from you, dropping you unceremoniously. Your leg hit the ground and your knees slightly buckled. You caught the desk behind you to keep you upright. You hadn’t known that he held the majority of your weight. The bastard took all the heat with him. Your hands shook with overwhelming need.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you scoffed.

“I know I can. Go home. Think of me. Curse me. Whatever you need to do. But I will be very angry if you cum without my permission.”

He nuzzled your neck again before planting a soft kiss to your neck. He caressed your cheek before fully backing away. He rolled his shoulders. His pants were tented. Surely he was in pain as well.

“Don’t worry about me, Darling. I can last longer than you,” he said. Oh, now he activated your competitive side.

You smiled sweetly and fixed your skirt. You took your time fluffing it around your hips and thick thighs. Two could play that fucking game. You stood up and sashayed past him.

“We’ll see. But you’re not allowed to touch anyone else either,” you smirked. You trailed your hand along his chest as you passed him. His dark chuckle followed you out of the room. This ought to be interesting.

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Please do some size difference with the bros, Male!MC is far too big for them (even under his belt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) nsfw HCs pls

𖥻 characters... lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor x m!reader [separate]

𖥻 genre... nsfw headcanons + drabbles

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! taller amab mc! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, dom!mc, mentioned public sex [lucifer&asmo&belphie oh my], edging [mammon], thigh riding [mammon&belphie], mentions of toys!! [mammon&satan], dacryphilia [levi to be expected really], a lil bit of pet play / roleplay ??? [satan.. i have no explanation], cockwarming! [levi&beel&belphie mm], mirror sex [asmo, again, to be expected], mentioned food play [beel, wow who'da thunk], a bit of degradation?, praise!!

𖥻 a.n... OH BOY OH BOY DO I LOVE THIS!!! ngl this whole concept has been PLAGUING my mind for a while now >:D though this did divulge into general nsfw hcs... i tried ㅠㅠ

… ♥︎ ?! lucifer

when he first saw you he was a little taken aback

i mean, it's not everyday you see a demon, much less a human, bigger than his brother beelzebub

had no dirty thoughts about you being freakishly large until you cornered him in the HOL hallway (you didn't even mean to, you had been trying to ask him a question about your tasks for a couple of days now but he kept shrugging you off so you resorted to, essentially, kabedoning him)

my god did that set off fantasies he thought he had buried centuries ago

i beg of you, kabedon this demon every chance you get. he'll act like he's furious but the bright blush on his face and the shakiness in his voice says otherwise

hates to admit how much it turns him on when you hold him from behind

will Not let you sit him on your lap in front of anyone

but in private... he fucking loves it.

that being said, absolutely loves riding you

especially when he's on your lap because he can feel your broad chest against his back and your dick deliciously stretching him out

love love loves it when you degrade him and roughen him up a little

our lil sadist is also quite the masochist <3

you've felt his hole twitch when you called him a bitch in heat and boy do you love abusing that knowledge now

ok time for dick talk lol

he was ... a little intimidated at first (you'll never hear that from him though) he certainly wasn't expecting you to be lengthier than any other person he'd ever been with

but after enough prep ... hell he could not get enough of the feeling of you inside of him

demons, you fit him better than anyone, and he's taken diavolo before!

your dick fits so snug in his prideful lil hole <3

fucking against a wall was not something lucifer thought he'd enjoy but here we are.

first time it happened you were so horny you couldn't stop yourself from taking him in a supply closet at RAD

he whines so loud when you're fucking him rough against a wall, even louder when it's at RAD (he's ashamed that it's happened more than once but hell is the thrill intoxicating)

"fuck luci, i can't hold back. please, i know you want to." you rasped in his ear, your hands finding home on his hips as you pressed yourself into his back.

"mc, we're at RAD.." lucifer looked around, clearly flustered, worried that a student would find him in such a compromising state.

"can't you feel how needy i am for you?" you asked, pressing your hips further into his ass while kissing up and down his nape.

"mc!" lucifer yelped, taken aback at the mere thought of having sex on such prestigious grounds, "we are on school grounds 一 i expect you to be orderly."

you let out a playful whine, "are you telling me to be on my best behaviour, luci? are you sure i'm the one that should be told that when you've been grinding your hips back against mine like a bitch in heat?~♡"

… ♥︎ ?! mammon

lol don't think you'd have to be that big to tower over mammon but i'll lay low on the short king slander for now

loves how small you make him feel

loves being around you and taking up your space lolol

fuck personal space bro!

he clings onto your arm, will fling himself across your lap, makes you piggy back him (hey listen, it's not cus he wants to be near ya or experience what it's like to be taller okay! it's cus he needs to make sure yer under control from up there!)

feel like missionary and mating!! press!! are his favourite positions

likes missionary because he will literally cum untouched if you hold his wrists in one hand n grip his hip in your other :(((

mating press because it's so intimate and he thrives off being near you and your attention on him

has to feel you, will whine and beg just to touch you

he's just overall very whiny? and whimpers a lot even when you're just touching him :(

likes when you add 'my' before every pet name when referring to him

makes him feel so loved and special

we all know this greedy bastard has a praise kink.. its canon bro LOL

tell him he's a good boy while giving him a handjob!! NOW!!!

he loves!!!! how big your dick is

i just know he cried and mumbled how you couldn't possibly fit him when you guys first had sex

surprise!!! you managed it somehow

from time to time he'll worry that you won't fit, but you always prove him wrong

became such a cockslut lolol

DOES get cock drunk <333

won't ever admit to it though

... unless you edge it out of him

my god is he fucking loud when you edge him

says he hates it but don't let that fool you the second oldest is a huge masochist

edge him when he's been especially naughty

for example when he still uses your money to gamble even after continuously telling you he'll pay you back. hold his wrists in one hand while the other plays with his dick (maybe even use a toy if he's spent an absurd amount of money) and don't let up until he's a shaking, crying mess beneath you.

don't do it too often or else he might start getting out of line just to get one of your punishments <3

OR MAKE HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH AND DON'T LET HIM CUM MMM

"didn't i tell you? this isn't the first time it's happened, baby." you kept dragging your hand up and down his shaft, questioning him further, knowing full well every single word was going through one ear and out the next.

"mc! please let me cum! ple一please!" admist his crying, the demon's voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. while normally mammon would get embarrassed when his voice cracked, he was too distracted by your hand to realise.

"you promised me you wouldn't do it again." you tsked, your pace increasing for a short while before slowing down when he didn't reply, making you paused your ministrations.

the demon looked up in a panic, a flurry of tears falling down his face. "mc! i'm sorry! i promise i won't do it again! i mean it! just一 please! please let me cum!" mammon whined out, desperate to reach his high after all this time.

"you better not do it again or i won't be as kind." you picked up your pace again, finally giving what he wanted.

… ♥︎ ?! leviathan

he's always had a size kink try me.

found it through anime naturally

always wanted to be coddled and teased the way the short one usually is

didn't think it would ever happen since y'know, he's quite tall all things considered

you jus love shakin up his world don't ya

OKAY HEAR ME OUT,,, lets say you went into the kitchen to get a snack right. howeverrr, you see a sweet lil demon gettin something from one of the top cupboards. now.. the island is behind him which gives you the perfect opportunity to slide behind him, pressing him against the counter, grabbing his hips and whispering "'scuse me darl" as you go by, making sure to linger just a few moments more than necessary.

his reaction is tooth achingly sweet :((

he pauses before he realises what just happened and then he's out the door in a heartbeat

immediately runs up to his room because he popped a boner n is so embarrassed :(

he thought those things only happened in anime?!??!?!?!?!?

first time he saw your dick he nearly fainted lolol

i mean cmon now ... poor nerds a virgin okay, he's only ever seen the dicks from hentai and lets be real hentai cocks aren't the most pleasing things to view

cried when you first put it in

doesn't think he'll ever get used to how big you are no matter how much you prep and stretch him out <3

any pet name you call him will be returned with a hard clench from his fucked out hole lolol

massive praise kink too!

definitely thought you would be the one cockwarming him while he gamed but boy was he wrong

he gets so whiny and wanton when you tell him you'll only move if he wins that round but then that round turns into the next round... then the next

you keep telling him that over and over until he's crying and begging

"please, please mc! i 一 i won the game! see! please move!" leviathan cried out, trying so desperately to move his hips but you kept a tight grip.

"hmm~? you have been a good boy.. should i reward you now, hm?" you teased, ever so slightly grinding down the shaking demons ass onto you.

"yes! yes yes, i've been a good boy! please-please let me move!" levi begged, letting out such sweet and desperate noises it almost made you want to tease him more. but, you were a forgiving human. so you relented, he did technically earn his reward.

… ♥︎ ?! satan

honestly probably just as pervy as levi

has read many homoerotic novels and found himself fantasising as the smaller lover than the big one

quickly disregarded those thoughts until you came along hubba hubba

you were like a character from one of his books come to life

he wasn't about to let this opportunity escape his grasp

doesn't show it but is very flustered when you subtly remind him of the height difference between the two of you

ESPECIALLY when you use your height to tease him

he'll act like he's pissed but really fucking enjoys it

he loves the thrill and chase of teasing

am i insinuating he's a bit of a brat?? mayhaps.

PLEASEEE call him a little kitten. bro will cum untouched.

LOVES WHEN YOU LEAVE MARKS ON HIM!!! it pisses off lucifer when you mark him up somewhere visible and satan relishes in lucifers gloom

i think he'd really like being tied up.......

maybe not full on bondage but restrict his hands from touching you probably gets him a lil riled up

choked on his own spit when he first saw your cock

you definitely escaped from a book

nearly broke up with you because he genuinely believed you wouldn't be able to get in him without ripping him in half

prep him enough and stretch him out with various buttplugs and toyys and you'll be good to go!!

methinks he would like sucking you off while wearing cat ears or some shit.... it's so degrading and filthy and he lives for it.

LIKE IMAGINE he's on his knees, you can see the tip of the tail from his butt plug peaking out from behind him, he has a matching set of ears that sit atop of his head, his face is beet red and his hands are trying to hide his hard cock

probably has a secret collection of collars (some with bells too!) and leashes amongst his butt plugs lolol

your dick is so big he had so much trouble wrapping his lips around you at first :(

has to use his fingers because he just can't take all of you in his mouth

kinda gets off to the stretch every time you put it in.. there's something so addicting to it? (he feels like your dick moulds his hole so he can only take you and no one else)

the avatar of wrath sat on his knees, staring up expectedly at you, or more so, your dick. if his tail were real, there was no doubt it would be flicking back and forth, oh so prettily.

you cooed and stroked his hair, "you wanna suck me off, hmm kitten?"

the demon didn't reply verbally, choosing to nuzzle the hand that rested on his cheek and blinking his eyes up at you. his reaction was all you needed to know, but you wanted to hear it from him directly.

"you gotta use your words, baby." you reminded softly, your hand leaving his face. he chased after your hand, looking as if he were holding back a whine.

"yes, i wanna suck your... dick." satan stumbled over his words, feeling so beyond shameful as his current behaviour was a huge contrast to his usual poised manner.

"that's a good boy~"

… ♥︎ ?! asmodeus

oh i just know he had the nastiest, dirtiest, absolutely foulest thoughts the moment he laid eyes on you

he knew you would be blessed down there

i think he'd have a small thing for your shoulders?? i feel like he'd be enamoured with how large your build is and tends to hold onto your shoulders a lot

he loves touching you, holding you, anything to keep you close to him

he just wants to touch and see and all his senses to be filled by you (probably has something to do with how your embrace makes him forget about all his big responsibilities as the avatar of lust, he can just focus on you and your loving hold)

he will press himself against you regardless of what position you've put him in

adores being called doll, the way it rolls off your tongue can (and has) made him pop one

prefers to be in between your legs with his back to your chest in front of a mirror

god he gets so needy when you tease him in front of a mirror

because you're sitting behind him and he can see just how much larger you are compared to him and hell he can't control himself

if u wanna punish him... blindfold him n press him against the mirror while dirty talking. bro. BRO.

whines real loud if you tell him how pretty he is and how much of a shame it is he can't see omg

will literally beg

TEASES YOU IN PUBLIC!!!!

always grinds on you at parties

one time he teased you by grinding on some lowly succubus so naturally you fucked his brains out in the bathroom <3

has fondled you under the table at restaurants and RAD

i mean, it always gets you to fuck him somewhere by the end of the night, so why not have a little fun and rile you up?

had literal heart eyes when he first saw your dick lololol (don't ask how, he's THE asmodeus bro, anything is possible with him)

has had many lovers who were bigger than him but none of them filled him up better than you.

you stretch him out in all the right ways and he love love loves it!!

has declared you his favourite dick owner!

i mean, why go to other people when you satisfy him better than anyone he's ever fucked (and that says a lot coming from the literal avatar of lust)

"asmo baby," you cooed, thrusting upwards knowing you were hitting him in the spot he loved the most, "you look so pretty right now."

your praise only made the demon moan louder, you were sure the entire neighbourhood could hear him at this point.

you knew he wanted to give back a smart reply, but you thrusted before he got the opportunity. it resulted in asmodeus releasing the loudest, wanton moan you've ever heard.

"fuck 一 mc 一 s-shit 一 i wanna see!" the demon whined, trying to wiggle his hands out of your grasp to, you assume, take off the blindfold.

"i told you no, my little minx. don't make me use a ballgag next time~" you teased, though you did linger on the idea. from the twitch of asmodeus' dick, you could tell he liked the thought too.

… ♥︎ ?! beelzebub

was very surprised when he first saw you, so much so that he followed you around because he's never seen a demon, let alone a human, as large as you

he was curious okay!!!

at first it was because he wanted to know how much you ate to be so gigantic

but then.... he started feeling things when he saw the way you ate certain things (SHUT UP CLASSIC BANANA PENIS COMPARISON OKAY)

couldn't help but feel flustered when he hugged you because that was the first time he'd ever felt enveloped? he felt so secure in your arms (foreshadowing)

LISTEN OK LISTEN THIS MAN SECRETLY LOVES BEING BABIED

yes, he loves being the biggest, strongest demon lord who looks after his brothers but he likes being cared for too

while on topic, he really gets off to you simply calling him little one

its so foreign to him but when you call him that with your hand wrapped around his dick?? oh my demon lord.

probably also likes being called honey, sweets, peach anything of that sort really

is a little uncomfortable with being the bottom so expect it to not happen often

i totally see him being a service sub who's eager to please

like you'll sit him on your lap and jerk the both of you off but he gets so desperate because you feel so nice against him he can't stop himself from grinding on you

is open to try new things though!! anything to please you!!

because of that... you've definitely done something with food

hmm.. i wonder what happened the night after you and beel made a mess of belphie's cream puff in the kitchen~

safe to say, you smelled like chocolate and whipped cream for the next few days and who would beelzebub be if he didn't savour it? you were practically a snack made for him and you exploited that <3

was a little surprised with how big you were and it took him some time to get used to you (geez he didn't know you humans could pack something so big)

has to use his hands to palm the rest of your cock while he tries to take you in his mouth

BRO he loves sucking your dick

reminds him of a giant lollypop n it can keep him going for hours (use that to your advantage <3)

like cmon now thats to be expected from the avatar of gluttony

more than happy to sit underneath your desk with his mouth on your length while you do your homework

"you're doing so well, baby." you cooed without looking down at your demon, feeling his moan reverberate through your dick, using everything in your power to not fuck his face. this assignment was due tomorrow and while you loved playing with beelzebub, you couldn't risk your grades.

... until the avatar of gluttony decided that he wanted your attention and sucked your tip while playing with you balls, causing you to let out a loud moan. you gave a warning look to beelzebub, though you knew, regretfully, your homework wouldn't be the center of attention tonight.

… ♥︎ ?! belphegor

thought you were a hallucination at first

i mean, what the fuck are you why are you so massive

not to mention that you're fucking human??????!?!?

spent all his time thinking about what he'd do to you when he finally gets released (some thoughts definitely made him do a double take and get angry with himself, no matter how jaw dropping-ly hunky you were, you were still a human regardless)

then he got to know you and well.. those types of thoughts were more than welcome LMFAO

ohoho he had so many plans

literally yelped when he first saw your dick

again, are you fucking sure you're human???????

ain't no way... you have to be part elephant or something right???

don't worry, you assured him you were 100% human that night <3

after that night he became so fucking needy lolol

but also a huge, shameless brat

will tease you in public because he knows you'll put him in his place when you two get home

like for example, if he's sitting on your lap in public (be it he wanted a comfortable place to nap or just purely wanted to mark his territory) will eventually grind on you

he'll also say the freakiest, most outta pocket shit out in public because he loves seeing your reaction

also likes teasing you in front of lucifer! it pisses his older brother off and it entertains the shit out of him

also knows he can get away with it a lot because he could always use "being sleepy" as an excuse

he's so whiny when you barely touch him :(

likes cuddling you to sleep .... but more often than not it leads to morning sex lolol

also very clingy!!

will wanna cockwarm you while you do work because he wants to be close to you (always says it's because he wants to catch up on missed time but really you just feel so comfortable and warm and the perfect place to rest in)

you will find him cockwarming you when you wake up, not that you have anything to complain about

belphegor shot you an 'innocent' smile as he walked away from you like he didn't just describe how he was going to milk you until dawn.

you grit teeth and let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and not take him in the nearest alleyway. before the demon could get away, you pulled him by the arm and kept a tight grip on your shoulder.

"you should know better than to wind me up in public." you spat out, your voice barely above a hushed whisper. if his giggle was anything to go by, you guessed he was feeling a little excited by your reaction.

"just wait." you gave him a firm warning before letting go of his arm. you knew you were only waltzing into his little game, but you'd be a fool to admit you didn't enjoy playing as well.

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dearmrshudson · 2 days

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The post of saddest(?) supernatural moment gave me the idea to maka a list of my own... You know, an honest list which will not push any agenda or exclude one of the main character completely to forcefully feed to a romantic pair which does not even exist.

so here it goes-

10. Dean's reaction after Sam's death in 13x21 :

This one is so nominal and insignificant to be in this list and not one of top moments for a lot, but this scene ripped my heart open when I saw it for the first time. It manages to show us how Dean's whole world will literally fall apart and make him an empty vessel if Sam is gone and he can do nothing about it - and Jensen manages to portray it with just a walk, two blank eyes and then one drop of tear. Kudos.

9. Church Scene in 'Sacrifice' (8x23):

Anyone who has not cried in this scene? Perfeftly shows the core of the show, the deep love between two brothers- despite all the reasons, all the idiological differences, all the mature discussion and all- Sam is the baby brother of Dean; at the end he needs Dean to be there as a big bro, to tell him to let it go, to clutch him in his chest. Ultimately they will always choose each other and nothing else will come between them.

8. Dean's death in 9x23:

One of the saddest death of Dean, and perhaps it comes to this list because of the build-up and drama follows this. Both had their own reasons for the tension they had this whole season, but when the tragedy comes it hits so hard that all those logics fell apart. It scares to peep in Sam's headspace at this time of dean's dying- imagine you discarding the person you love the most as you are reasonably angry with him, and in a few days he is dying in your arms when you have hardly talked out your differences.

7. Why don’t you believe in us too (14x12) :

Probably should come much later in this list, but this scene stood out in my eyes because it was such a fresh air in the terrible plotless mimicry that SPN had become in later seasons. The scene after ages which sums up Sam and Dean, the codependent brothers whom we had forgotten. Such a long time after we see Sam the little brother, witness the emotional turmoil he was going through silently and how it exploded. The only scene which makes season 14 worth remembering. Also Jared just nailed this scene!

6.) Dead or Alive (3x16):

This scene breaks my heart in pieces. Dean bravely going for the last fight before the horrible death he will be facing. And he trying to cheer up baby bro, he wants the last memory with his brother to be in this car- singing along together... How his face slowly glooms at the end and his eyes full of fear... Early seasons really were gems!

5. Sam in Mystery spot (3x11) :

Undoubtedly one of the best SPN episode with perfect blend of mystery, fun, laughter, tragedy and emotion... The funny vibe of the episode ends in a moment when we see Sam is not waking up from the nightmare loop. Then we see a robot- a scary robot who only wants to get his brother back at any cost. This episode is yet another example of how Sam loves Dean just as fiercely as Dean does, and he is not any less codependent.

4. Barn scene and alone Sam (15x20) :

God! What can I say about this!

Just want to add, Sam wandering alone in the bunker after creamating Dean hurts me equally.

3. John's death (2x01):

Cannot forget this one. This episode happens to be another favourite of mine, and the way John sacrifices himself for his son proves that a father can go to any extent for his children. The farewell scene of John - where he asks for forgiveness and goodbye to dean without him understanding brings tears to my eyes. Such a beautiful acting by JDM and so realistic portrayal of a flawed, helpless and loving father.

2. End of Season 5 (5x22)

The ground was set, the battle was about to begin, the ultimate faceoff between Lucifer and Michael was going to start- then what happens? A stubborn idiot boy with a muscle car and hellbent attitude comes in between- knowing that he cannot survive this- just because one of these celestial entities have captured his brother as a vessel and he won’t leave his brother alone. Till his last drop of blood he keeps on trying- trying to reach his brother who is trapped under something much bigger- keeps on telling that It's okay, he is not alone, his big brother is here. And guess what, he succeed. His brother broke free the bind of one of the strongest entity of universe and fought. The climax scene gives me goosebump always followed by a bunch of grief and saddness the ending carries. Had season 5 been the last season of SPN, and this be the exact way the series ended, I would absolutely have no regret!

1. Sammy's first Death (2x21):

No matter how many sad scenes are perfectly executed in SPN, nothing can exceed the emotion of this one. Jensen will also not be able to exceed the level of performance be set in this particular scene. Period.

So this is it... I must have excluded many. And turns out my list is full of Sam and Dean only and I am also not unbiased 🤣🤣 Well, there are sad scenes that do not involve only the brothers and I still like them, but not my top 10. Maybe have to make list of top 11 to 20 in order to include them. 😁

Please share your favourite saddest top 10 as well.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #john winchester #spn #jensen ackles #j2 #anti destiel #top 10 list #jared padalecki #best episode

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I cannot imagine a reader dealing with a house of villains (plus I miss House of Mouse) the utter chaos

Yes, chaos XDD

Things Y/N Has Said in the House of Villains

Plot: Things you have said in your life as the House of Villains manager. Its a tough life 😂

Warnings: Cursing I guess and some sexual references? Like one I think, I don't know 😅 Also Ratigan is in constant danger and its possible.. i bully... Frollo a little...

"... Slim!? Sli- stop yodelling. What are you doing with that cattle inside?!"

"Y'all need to stop harassing Hook with ticking noises- it is bullying- "

"NO GUNS INSIDE. THATS WHAT WE HAVE THE UMBRELLA STAND FOR."

"... claytons been talking for an hour... i dunno if he realises we've been watching tv. don't, say, a word."

"Hi Cruella... have you seen Scar?"

"Facilier you get off the table or I'm cracking out the sage- "

"... did that shadow just chuckle- "

"Hilda has been in the bathroom for 4 hours straight now and I smell eye of newt coming from inside. I'm growing some concerns."

*Through grit teeth as you continue to just smile and waive* "... hahaha she's cackling... did something funny happen or should we run?"

"Hehehe- put Gaston at Frollo's table."

"-and rule number 6; Do not take your time in the shower. Gaston will yank the door off the hinges, he takes his hair and skin care routine very seriously- "

"Goob please... I beg of you please... please get changed."

"Goob I'll pay you to get changed."

"Goob, I will bring to you an actual unicorn, if you get changed... hades, pain and panic can do that, right??"

"Yes, Ratcliffe, you look very sparkly. Can we leave now?"

"... hey where's Greasy?... What? You haven't seen him since- *Deadpan*... since Mal went to the bathroom?... you know what its his funeral."

P1. *Over speaker* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TO THE FRONT DESK TO ACQUIRE YOUR TEAM MEMBER BACK. HE WILL BE IN CUSTODY UNTIL YOU DO."

P2. *Half an hour after the last announcement* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TAKE HIM."

P3. *An hour later* "WE'RE JUST RELEASING HIM GODDAMNIT."

"Why are there scorch marks on the ceiling again!?"

"Goddamnit Hades we need to work on your anger issues, this is getting out of hand, those were the 37th drapes this week. I liked them, they were purple."

"Jafar's taunting Hades?... Yzma do we have marshmallows still?- Great, you know the drill, stick 'em on the Horned King's head and be sure to set him directly in Hades way."

"So who wants hot cider? I need a headcount. Oh- Hans? ... Well if only there was someone out there who loved you enough to get you some huh? Anyway- "

*Sigh* "... Ursula, you need to stop sexually harassing Hans."

"Don't you dare bring that cauldron in here Your Darkness- that is not a kitchen cauldron, I know what you put in there- "

"Huh... so I just made hot chocolate in Ursula's potion cauldron... slightly concerned for my wellbeing, but this is delicious. Salty."

"OKAY WE NEED TO START LABELLING THE COULDRONS AROUND HERE."

"Why does it smell vaguely of old ham in he- Oh, Horned King. Hi."

"Someone smack him for me."

"Why is Jafar laughing so loudly at FOUR IN THE MORNING!?- "

"Who would you throw off a cliff if you had to?... Frollo?... same."

"... damn he has a good song, though." (Frollo does)

"... yeah, uh, I do the laundry around here... learnt some things, for sure... have you ever put prosthetic skin in the washer on accident?? Its not goo- WHAT! NO JUDGE DOOM! I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!!"

"... someone get Tremaine, Lucifer is hunting Ratigan again."

"Silver, just between us... you're my favourite around here."

*Getting a hug from Silver when someone else approaches* "bACK OFF- THIS HUG IS MINE."

"Get your goddamn feet off the table Rourke this is not a barn."

"Oh the hunters are all going on a weekend trip??... How nice, lovely, I hope they have a great time... any chance we can send Frollo with them? Maybe theirs a horrible accident... What? No, I'm just kidding ha ha- "

"NO. NO TRANSFORMATIONS INSIDE. YOU PEOPLE HAVE BROKEN TOO MANY VASES."

"... someone get Maleficent, Diablo is hunting Ratigan again."

"... hey Percy. How bout we put a shrimp on the barbie- OKAY I'M SORRY DONT SHOOT."

"Medusa's name is with an E, Mim's is without- its not that hard!"

"Medusa we've talked about this... Brutus and Nero need to stay outside. Hook will suffer cardiac arrest if he lays eyes on them."

"Oh the oldest here?? Hades, then Mother Go- " *Sees Gothel sharpening her knife nearby* "I don't know really."

"... Why are there so many bugs in he-... ohhhh, someone get me the sewing kit, Oogie has had an accident."

"I told you not to gamble with Oogie... sorry, nu uh, I cant get your belongings back... read the sign sir." *Gestures to a 'no refunds/Oogie keeps whatever he wins off of suckers' sign*

"Sir Hisssss come get the Prince, he's having another tantrummm."

"Did you almost get eaten again Ratigan?... do you want to tell me your evil plans again, will that make you feel better? Wh- in song?? ... Okay go ahead."

"Someone get Ratigan his highchair."

"SHHHH SH SH SH he's not a rat, hahahahahah... we don't think he knows."

"Psycho, put Ratigan and the razor down this instant."

"Nooooooo no no no wait, do not follow her (The Queen of Hearts) orders, do not behead anyone. I just had the carpet cleaned."

"Okay! So what's the entertainment for tonight? Lets see... Oh Scar! He's gonna... he's doing Hamlet?... odd choice... "

"Wh- ... why is Shan Yu smirking? Its very concerning. I'm concerned. Wh- "

"... Okay Shere Khan. Lets level with each other, here. You hate men, I know, but- I cant have you eating anyone here. So I propose a deal. You don't eat anyone... but I can probably slip you a couple of wait staff under the table. you know, the ones hades has already accidentally charcoaled. just between us."

"Stupid you sweet, summer child... "

"Yes, okay, everyone is to be keeping their guns in the umbrella stand. ... but that does not apply to Sykes. Why?? Because I don't wanna sleep with the fishes, okay? Okay- "

"Oh, King Candy, welcome!- Oh, or Turbo??... which would you prefer?"

"No- no- no, strictly no racing indoors- "

"Alright, put up the Out of Order sign on that bathroom- its Wheezy's now. He's been in there half an hour and just breathing in its direction could give you lung cancer."

"... what- NO, YZMA IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN WITH STRANGE VIALS IN HER HAND, GET HER OUT OF THERE- "

#the 'put a shrimp on the barbie' one hurt ME to write but i couldnt not XDD #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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Chapter 16 - To Eternity (Lucifer's Ending)

Giving into her destiny, Y/N chooses to stay with her soulmate. One thing leads to another, and she learns exactly how the devil loves and what the rest of eternity with Lucifer holds.

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TW: this chapter contains smut

“It’s my choice, and I choose… Lucifer.”

Lucifer looks surprised for a moment but his demeanor quickly changes as his mouth twists into a cocky grin, his wings standing tall, all of his doubt washes away.

Dean and Sam stand in silence, staring at me with wide pleading eyes, looking as if their hearts have been ripped out of their chest and stomped on.

Sam’s brows furrow and lips press into a thin line. He stares into the distance, eyes flicking back and forth as he replays the words over and over in his head.

Dean on the other hand stands still as a statue. The only movement is that of his jaw grinding and his fist tightening and loosening repeatedly, itching to punch something, or rather, someone. No matter how much he tries to remain stoic, seemingly unbothered, I can read him from a mile away and all that I see is grief and betrayal.

Castiel stares down at his feet, shoulders slumped, looking disappointed, but not entirely surprised.

A pain radiates off of them in waves that set the room in an abysmal darkness.

I would give anything for the world to swallow me whole right now, put all this miserable business to rest. No matter how hard I try to do the right thing, I always manage to hurt someone I care about in the process.

Maybe that’s just who I am, the girl that destroys everything she touches. Perhaps, Lucifer and I aren’t so different after all.

“Y/N, no,” Sam says in a stern voice, shaking his head in denial.

I avert his gaze, a burning feeling of guilt growing rapidly in my gut. I can feel his disappointing stare burning a hole through my head.

“This isn’t right,” Dean says, grabbing my arm in a desperate attempt to get to me. “Please just come home with me, it’s not too late to change your mind.” His eyes fill with tears ready to spill any moment. “Please,” he pleads, his breaths coming in heavy and uneven.

“I’m sorry Dean.” I place a soft kiss on his cheek, it tastes salty and metallic from the tears and blood that muddle together on his face. I take his hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze, longing to feel his touch one final time.

He closes his eyes, tears breaking free and streaming down his cheeks.

I can’t help the tears that begin to prick my eyes as well. I knew this moment was coming, but I didn’t know it would be so hard.

“I’m so incredibly thankful for our time together,” I say to him. “And everything you all have done for me.” I turn to look at Sam and Cas.

They stare back at me somberly, Sam giving a curt nod, but quickly looking away in an attempt to keep his composure.

“Dean, I love you and I always will, but you have to let me go,” I say with a heavy heart, tenderly pulling my hand away.

He can’t find the words to say it, but with the look he gives me, I can see that he loves me too.

I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. Perhaps a bit of both.

I make my way back to Lucifer, looking up at his stunning crimson eyes.

He tilts his head and stares back at me with a look of pure adoration and love that I can feel deep inside me.

“Every moment of my life has led to you, and I'm done fighting it,” I admit. “I’m yours,” I whisper, placing my hand on his chest.

“I knew you’d make the right choice, my beloved,” Lucifer coo’s. He wraps his silky wings around me and pulls me into a loving kiss, pulling away after a few seconds to give the others a look that says, ‘I win’.

“Sorry boys, the angels made her choice.” He gives them a cocky grin and snaps his fingers.

The three of them are gone in the blink of an eye, leaving just Lucifer and I in the place we call home. The room is trashed from the fight. Shards of broken glass litter the floor, busted furniture strewn around the room, and splatters of blood painting the walls, a grizzly reminder of what had happened here tonight, a memory that will be burned into my mind for the rest of my eternal life.

“What did you do to them?” I snap at him in anger, tired of him hurting my boys.

“Relax, they’re fine,” he insists in a snarky tone. “They’re still in rural Ohio. We’re the ones who’ve moved.”

I make my way to the hole in the wall that once held our front door, it now sits splintered in pieces on the floor.

Lucifer follows close behind.

Stepping outside, I find myself on an empty beach, seemingly untouched by mankind, its natural beauty perfectly preserved. The golden sand sinks beneath my shoes, seashells and tumbled rocks sprinkled all around. The water is a stunning aqua blue with gentle waves of white foam lapping over the calm waters. The sun sets above it all, the reflection of the pinky orange skies painted over the water on the ocean, taking my breath away. This place brings me a sense of peace that makes me want to melt into it all, becoming one with the land.

“What is this place?” I ask, closing my eyes and breathing in the crisp salty air, listening to the waves crash and sea birds sing.

“Somewhere along the coast of South Africa,” he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He asks, looking at me, seemingly not talking about the view at all.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper, meeting his gaze with an adoring smile.

“I’m glad you like it, but it’s only temporary,” he replies, fixing his gaze on the setting sun upon the horizon. “I’ve got bigger plans for us.”

“Bigger plans?” I question, taking his hand in mine.

“Of course,” he says as if it’s obvious. “We have an eternity together, the world is our oyster,” he smiles.

“Right,” I nod my head, warming up to the idea of spending the rest of my life with Lucifer, my angel. “Where do we start?” I look at him quizzingly.

“How about here?” he says, pulling me close and crashing our lips together. It’s soft and tender. The electric feeling of our graces blend together, becoming as calm as the ocean waves.

He catches me off guard by sweeping me off my feet and carrying me bridal style. I don’t protest. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing him to carry me back to our bedroom with ease.

He throws me on the bed and passionately captures me in a kiss. His lips move hungrily against mine, our teeth, tongues, and lips hastily crashing against one another, but we’re too infatuated to care. His cold hand snakes up my body, leaving chills and goosebumps in their wake. It slides under the thin fabric of my shirt until he reaches my breast and tentatively palms me through my bra.

My breath hitches at the feeling of his large hands kneading at my sensitive flesh.

He presses his body firmly against mine, his aching erection in his jeans rubs against my inner thigh, so close to where I need him, yet, so far. His touch becomes more frenzied, trailing to other parts of my body with fervor. Frustrated with the multiple layers of clothes that separate us, he lets out a low growl and snaps his fingers, leaving us both completely naked and pressing against one another. The contrast of his cool skin against mine sends pleasant chills down my spine.

Despite his scruffy looks on the outside, he’s surprisingly muscular under all that clothes. The pale skin of his body perfectly compliments the gold and white tones of his feathers, making him look more ethereal than ever.

It’s my understanding that this isn’t his true form. That he’s simply occupying a human vessel. But there’s no doubt that the vessel he chose is certainly well endowed, to the extent it’s rather intimidating.

“L-lucifer!” I yelp, suddenly feeling all too exposed.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he gives me a wicked smile and licks a long stripe up my neck with his forked tongue.

I lean my head back into the pillow, my body aching with need and my worries fading to black.

He finds a certain spot on the base of my neck that makes me whine from the sensitivity. He smirks. This is exactly what he was looking for. He bites down hard, his pointy teeth breaking my soft skin with ease.

“Fuck,” I hiss, trying to wiggle away from the sensation. My brain has gone offline, unsure whether it hurts too much or if it feels so good I crave more. Ultimately, I give into the latter, craning my neck to the side to give him better access.

He happily obliges, lightly kissing my neck around the bite where drops of crimson roll down to my collarbone. He peeks his forked tongue out of his teeth, then licks all of the blood that dribbles freely, cleaning my skin until all that is left behind is a pinky sheen from his saliva mixed with the remnants of my blood.

Part of me hopes that it will scar.

He lifts his head and captures my lips in a fiery kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His cool tongue swirls around mine forcefully, pinning it down and proving who exactly is in charge here.

I moan as the rich metallic taste of blood dances across my tastebuds, a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins.

Once Lucifer is satisfied, he pulls back, his eyes falling to my puffy pink lips, still wet from the saliva of our tongues clashing together. He quickly makes his way down to my breasts, pulling at my nipples until they’re perky, leaving sloppy kisses and light bites on each one of them. He continues to work his way down until he reaches my thighs, masterfully kneading my flesh in his hands.

“Say the words and I’ll stop,” Lucifer says in full seriousness. “Or, submit to me and I’ll show you what it’s like to be taken by the most powerful archangel.” A smile tugs at his lips as he gazes at me with dark lustful eyes.

I return his gaze and give him a nod. “Please,” is all I can manage to say, my mind clouded with lust.

He wastes no time and wraps his forearms against my thighs, pulling me closer so that I may not wiggle away.

I’m left totally and completely at his mercy.

He wets his lips with his long forked tongue, making me wetter at just the sight and dives in.

I whine as his tongue slowly and lightly drags from just above my clit, all the way down to my aching hole, teasing my body ever so slightly. My hips involuntarily arch off the bed, desperate to feel more.

He doesn’t take kindly to my squirming and slams my hips down onto the mattress, pinning me in place with one of his strong forearms, the other wrapping around my neck and squeezing slightly. He’s very careful not to hurt me. If he wished too, he could snap my neck like a twig, right here, right now. Instead, he squeezes just light enough to restrict my oxygen and make my head go fuzzy, but still allow me to breathe.

His tongue runs circles over my clit, sending wave after wave of arousal to my core. I can practically feel myself dripping onto the satin sheets of our bed. Each split end of his tongue explores both sides of me at once, driving me crazy in ways I can’t explain, and he’s clearly enjoying the power he has over me, how he can make me into a mess with such ease.

“Luce, Luuuuuce,” I whine desperately, barely able to recognise my own voice. I squeeze down around nothing, my body craving to be filled by Lucifer in any way possible. I just need something.

Of course he picks up on this, exploiting our connection, and knows just what to do. His cold tingly grace creeps up sound my thighs and probes at my entrance.

My eyes snap open and meet his, glowing with passion.

He smirks and his grace slowly pushes into me inch by inch until I'm completely filled to the brim, rubbing against all the sensitive spots that make my mind go blank.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell, clamping down around the feeling, every nerve in my body tingling with pure pleasure and anticipation.

‘Shhh,” he coo’s, watching me intently like I'm some wounded animal in a nature documentary, and he’s the prey playing with his food before he strikes. He pulls his grace out slightly before thrusting back in, earning a deep moan from me. Experimentally, his graces pulses and thrusts in an unpredictable rhythm, leaving me completely unprepared for whatever pleasure he wishes to give me. His tongue returns to my clit, passionately swirling around sending shiver after shiver of arousal through my core.

“Luce, please! I’m gonna!” I moan, my body writhing beneath his tongue and grace. I teeter on the edge of orgasm as he takes my clit fully into his mouth and lightly sucks. “YES!” I scream, ready to let go at any second.

He pulls away with a devious smile before I’m able to fall over the edge.

“NO!” I plead with wide eyes, my body shaking in frustration as the most promising orgasm of my life was ripped away.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he clicks his tongue in a mocking tone. “You’ve been a bad girl today, don’t you think? Running back to the Winchesters, putting yourself in danger,” he says in a voice that parodies concern.

“I’m- I’m sorry Luce, please!” I beg for his forgiveness, giving him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.

“Hmm…” he says, putting his finger up to his lip and looking at the ceiling, pretending to be lost in thought. “How about this, you be a good girl for me, you don’t cum without my permission, and i’ll think about letting you cum when i’m satisfied with you.”

Before I'm able to form words, he flips me over so that I'm on my knees and forearms, face pressed against the pillow, and my body on full display for him. His rough fingers trails between my wings, down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reaches my butt.

I hum in appreciation, trying to show my agreement with the plan.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Lucifer taunts. He lands a hard smack on my ass, surely leaving a red handprint in its place.

“Yes Luce!” I squeak, trying to keep my body still for him.

“Good girl,” he praises, striking another smack on my other cheek.

I whimper in response, my eyes glazing over with tears of pain and pleasure.

He makes his way down to my pussy, spreading it open to really admire it. “Of all my fathers creations, you, my dear, are by far the most beautiful.”

My heart swoons at his words.

Once he’s had his share, he runs his fingers over my pussy, gathering up my slick. “All of this because of me, love?” he teases. “You really are a dirty girl.” He plunges two fingers deep inside me, twisting and thrusting perfectly.

A series of moans fall from my mouth that I barely even register. It’s like my mind has gone blank and my body is completely fuzzy in the most pleasant way. Nothing else matters right now. Just Lucifer. Just me. I’m easily able to hold myself from falling off the edge until he reaches a certain spot.

“Ah!” I cry out as his fingers brush against my G-spot ever so slightly. My hips buck against his fingers, my back arching, and my wings stretching out to their full extent. I don’t have to see him to know he has that signature smirk as he watches me moan and writhe from just his fingers.

He finds that angle again and rubs over the spongy spot repeatedly, each time applying more pressure.

I grip the sheets in my hands, my knuckles completely white from gripping it so hard. I clench my muscles and close my eyes, focusing with all of my strength not to come right then and there. “Fuck! I’m gonna!” I warn, trying desperately to fight back the feeling.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission,” he hisses, grabbing a fistfull of my hair and yanking my head back, his fingers picking up their pace.

Not wanting to feel the wrath of Satan from breaking his rules, I hold back, my whole body shaking with anticipation and overwhelming pleasure.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally removes his fingers, leaving my walls clutching around nothing.

I whine, both frustrated that I didn’t get to cum and happy that I didn’t cum without his permission,

“Good girl,” he praises, running his fingers through my silky wings in a pleasurable way. “I think you’ve earned your reward.”

Without even a warning, he flips me onto my back and slams into me, burying his cock all the way to the hilt.

“Oh God! Feels so good!” I cry out, savoring the pain and pleasure that his thick cock provides me..

“My father has nothing to do with this,” he growls, pulling out almost all the way. “This. is. all. me,” he says, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “You will be praying to me from now on, do you understand?” His eyes glow red with passion and a drive for power.

“Yes, Lucifer! Anything for you,” I scream, thrusting my hips up to meet his with each stroke.

“You’re mine. All mine. A divine gift from Heaven just for me. My soulmate.” he growls, his pace picking up.

I can feel my orgasm building as each stroke is angled just perfectly to rub against that amazing spot. My grace burns hotter and hotter by the second, reaching out to his cold one, desperate to feel them dance together once again.

He plays my body like a fine tuned instrument, and he’s putting on a symphony.

“Yell my name, tell the world who you belong to, Y/N,” he demands with a particularly harsh stroke that sends shocks of electricity up my spine.

“LUCIFER! I BELONG TO YOU LUCIFER! NO ONE ELSE!” I scream, my throat dry from all the yelling and panting.

“Good girl,” he praises, bringing me into a passionate kiss. His grace tangles with mine, the perfect contrast in feeling bringing me to the edge, taking everything in me not to give myself over to the promising orgasm that calls my name.

He’s close too, I can sense it.

“Cum for me beloved,” he says in a soft voice. He stares intently in my eyes, gripping my wings and twisting the feathers in the way he knows will drive me crazy.

The dam finally breaks and my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave that pulls me under the water, drowning me in pleasure. My grace explodes outward as he does the same. The lights flicker and the room shakes, both of our eyes glowing a dazzling red. Our grace’s coil together, the electric feeling buzzing from our head to toes. This time when it settles, it doesn’t feel like two separate entities. Instead, it’s like two ends of a wire touching to complete a circuit. it finally feels whole.

Collapsing on top of me, he rolls us to our side and pulls me against his chest, gently running his fingers through my wings. He cuddles me close, holding my head to his chest as we bathe in the afterglow. I listen to his heart beating, enjoying the hum of our graces in harmony, and match my breath to his steady breathing. Everything just feels so right.

How could I ever deny him again? He completes me. We complete each other.

“Y/N?” he asks, pulling me out of my peaceful daze.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” he says in a calm but possessive voice. “Promise me that, beloved.” He wraps his wings around us like a protective cocoon, his soft feathers pleasantly grazing my bare skin.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I nuzzle my face into his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of his glowing skin. “I promise,” I assure him, closing my eyes in relaxation.

“Good,” he sighs, allowing himself to relax again.

“...I see through it all, you know,” I say, catching him slightly off guard in the sudden change of subject. “You pretend to be this evil wrathful archangel, but you’re not.”

He quietly scoffs at the notion.

“You’re just hurting. Everyone you've ever cared about has left you. Your father. Your brothers. But not me. Even the Devil deserves love. You deserve to be loved, Luce, and I'm going to be the first to show you that.”

He looks at me surprised, never having heard such kind words before. “I love you Y/N,” he says, pulling me closer.

“I love you too Luce.”

For a moment we both sit in comfortable silence.

He stares at the ceiling, like he’s mustering up the courage to say something that’s heavy on his mind. He breaks the silence with a sigh. “I was going to give you more time to adjust, but I just can’t wait anymore.” His eyes meet mine, lighting up with anticipation. “Tomorrow we return to Hell where you will rule by my side.”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?” I snap, sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes, mouth falling agape.

“Well, I’m the King of Hell -new and improved- and naturally, that makes you my Queen,” he says in a tone way too nonchalant for the news he just dropped on me. He smiles, finding my reaction rather amusing.

I think for a moment, sitting in shock. The Queen of Hell? I’m just a girl. I don’t know the first thing about royalty, let alone ruling the forces of Hell. A thousand thoughts run across my mind at once. I ponder the idea for a moment before giving in.

“I accept.”

“Really?” He asks, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Under one condition.”

“Go on…” He says, eagerly waiting to see where I'm taking this.

“You have to stop hurting my people on earth, including the Winchesters. These are my people and I’m going to protect them for as long as I'm kicking.” I lift my head up with determination, ready to fight tooth and nail for my cause.

“A diplomat already? you’ll make a great leader,” he says with a cocky smile. He thinks for a moment and nods. “I accept.”

And with that it’s decided, for better or worse, tomorrow I become royalty.

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“So this is Hell?” I ask skeptically, my eyes wandering as we make our way down the winding hall toward a set of large golden doors.

“Part of it, yes.” He walks with one hand in his pocket, the other around my arm.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting.”

Lucifer glances at me with a cocked eyebrow. “And what exactly were you expecting?”

“I mean, where's all the fire and demons with pitchforks? Shouldn’t there be a lot more screaming?”

Lucifer laughs. “Bit outdated, don't you think?” He chuckles. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the theatrics of traditional torture, but there’s other ways to torment people. We like to keep it creative.” He flashes me crazy eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to the doors we’re rapidly approaching.

“Right…” I chuckle awkwardly, still a bit freaked out about being in Hell of all places. Compared to the demons and sinners that reside here, a goody two-shoes like me sticks out like a sore thumb. I can’t help but feel like an imposter.

“Here we are,” Lucifer says, stopping at the heavy golden doors. Two demons dressed in high end suits stand tall at the doors, holding it open for the both of us and averting their eyes out of respect, or maybe fear.

“Wow,” is all I can say as I enter the room.

The walls go as far up as the eye can see, each section illuminated by stained glass windows with the depiction of Hell's greatest hits - many of which starring Lucifer himself, no doubt to please his ego.

Red light pours through the windows, bathing the room below in a colorful wash of crimson. The walls and floor are made of black obsidian blocks, streaks of red marble decorating them like a battle of bloodshed had just occurred.

Half a dozen demons stand post on either side of the room, so still that they could be mistaken for statues.

And in the middle of it all is an intimidatingly large throne made of pure gold, sculpted to resemble an army of snakes standing high above the room.

“This is incredible, Luce,” I say, turning on my heels to look around in wonder.

“Oh, my love, this is just the beginning, I have so much to show you.”

My eyes light up. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“Buuut, we can start with this,” he motions to a section of the throne room that stands out from the rest.

Along the interior walls is an open room designed specifically for me. There are large bookshelves that tower at least 10 feet in the air with the library of books he had accumulated at the house, my favorite books organized in alphabetical order, as well as a large red velvet chair to read them in.

Hundreds of records line the walls, each of them an album that I've enjoyed at one time or another, some that I'd even forgotten about, accompanied by an old fashioned record player playing a classic that I've listened to a hundred times over; “I came back to let you know, got a thing for you and I can’t let go.” I hum along to the music, swaying my hips ever so slightly as I explore the rest of the area.

Most surprisingly, is a shelf dedicated to hundreds of trinkets from throughout my life. The seashells I collected on my road trip through the west coast. A little clay bird I sculpted as a child and gifted to my mother. The floral porcelain teacup I drank out of religiously as I studied for finals. And even the diamond ring that’s been in my family for ages.

“How- how did you get all this?,” I ask, my eyes sweeping over everything, discovering new clever details and secrets.

“I have my ways,” he says ominously. “I knew you’d like it.” He smiles, puffing his wings out in pride. He takes my hand and guides me to the towering throne. He takes a seat, propping himself in a pose that demands respect, and pulls me onto his lap with ease.

I relax against him, resting my head on his shoulder and crossing my legs. I run my hand over his fingers, mindlessly toying with them as I find myself lost in thought.

“This is so much better with you here. It just feels right,” he says with a satisfied sigh, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest.

“Yeah, surprisingly, it does.”

“Makes you wonder if this was God’s plan all along?” He smirks. “That old bastard finally did something right.”

“He does work in mysterious ways,” I chuckle, having that lesson slammed in my face over the past few months of my life. I snuggle into his chest with little care for what the demons may think, it would be a deathwish for them to even look my way without permission.

“This calls for a celebratory drink, don’t you think?” He winks. Putting his fingers up to his mouth, he whistles so loud that it leaves my ears ringing.

After a few moments a stocky man begrudgingly walks into the room carrying a tray of drinks. He has short dark hair and well groomed facial hair that suits his jaw nicely. He wears an all black suit with a gray tie and a look on his face that screams ‘I’d rather be anywhere but here’. He stops in front of the throne, squinting his eyes and sending Lucifer a glare that could kill, but he doesn’t dare step out of line.

Lucifer beckons with two fingers, motioning for the man to step closer and hand out the two fancy glasses of amber liquid.

He clenches his jaw, but reluctantly hands Lucifer his drink. His face is flushed a light shade of red, practically fuming with anger and humiliation.

“Good puppy,” Lucifer snarks with a devious smile.

The man looks like he’s fighting the urge to strangle Lucifer with his bare hands but decides against it, as anyone who values their life would. He hands me my glass with less anger, looking more intrigued with me than anything.

“Thank you…?” I give him a questioning look, waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Crowley,” he states, straightening his posture and giving me an enchanting look. “At your service, my dear.” He takes my hand and lightly kisses the back of it. There’s a sort of charm to him I can’t explain.

I smile back politely, happy that I may have a new friend in this dreary place.

“That’s enough of that,” Lucifer sighs, and with the flick of his wrist the man goes flying across the room, hitting the wall with a loud smack. Blood drips from the back of his head, but it doesn’t seem to phase him much.

“Lucifer!” I scold him, lightly hitting him on the chest.

“Don’t mind him, he’s still in training.” He rolls his eyes and continues our conversation like he hadn’t just hurled someone across the room.

“This is too us.” He lifts his glass in a toast. “To eternity.”

“To eternity,” I repeat, clinking our glasses together with a smile.

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I read the lucilith thing you wrote. Holy shit. It took all day, and there's only two fucking chapters but it took all day.

I've never read anything that felt so "canon," that's the only way i can put it. It felt just like it was written into the script of a far away season in the actual show.

You're insane at writing bro. I don't rlly know much abt you but I was able to find this blog and I js wanted to let you know (hope you find this ig) how fucking good that story is.

Can't wait for chapter 3.

If I had time to draw rn I'd be drawing a huge bearhug to the anon symbol, maybe later today tho?👀

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Anon this is THE BEST start to my day! WTF THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! It warms my heart that people like you are enjoying my writing so much!

Yeah I... have a bad habit of making projects way to big for my own good. I JUST HAVE SO MANY IDEAS DAMMIT in the past I've solved that issue by going, "this fic can only have x amount of chapters" and that's worked. This time I told myself only 5, and my brain just went "but no word limit right?" and now it's starting to look like each chapter is going to be 20-30k words 💀 and each one is taking me about a month to complete... I actually started writing chapter 1 end of january, start of february and I only posted it end of february. Chapter 2 similar thing... BUT so many people are really enjoying it! So it's worth it right?

hey

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you want a sneak peek of 3? This is about a page into the start

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High pitched ringing was all Lilith could perceive at first. Eventually, as time passed, she became aware of more things. The air smelled foul. She was laying atop something soft, but underneath the soft layer was the hardest rock she’d ever felt. As far as sounds, it seemed like there was a faint rumbling in the distance, but nothing extravagant.

Blearily, she managed to open her eyes.

Lilith was face to face with Lucifer who seemed to be unconscious, just as she had been moments ago. The soft layer she was on was his wing, with another one lying limp on top of her.

She sat up slowly, groaning. Her body ached and her joints felt sore. The wings that were on top of her, slid off.

There was something grey drifting down from the sky, and apparently, she and Lucifer had been laying there long enough that a thin layer of it had started to build up on them. Well, mostly Lucifer. Up until now, she had been safely shielded by his wings.

Lilith gave him a nudge, “Lu, wake up,” she told him before moving to stand herself.

The sky was a deep blood red. Any clouds that formed were either grey or black. The ground too, the harsh rocky terrain she and Lucifer were on was also a dark grey. It was now that she realized, she and Lucifer were dead center in a crater of sorts.

That’s when the previous events all rushed back to her. Heaven attacked them and cast them down into, what was it the elders called it? Hell? Lucifer desperately shielded and protected her from the vicious onslaught and then from the impact of the fall itself.

Now with the full context, Lilith rushed back to Lucifer who still remained on the ground, “Lu?!” Lilith pushed back the wings that were covering his body, and unveiled multiple wounds from heaven’s attack. The blood had long since dried, and Lilith realized she too was covered in Lucifer’s blood. His wings were also covered in his blood as heaven viciously skewered them to prevent him from flying back out. His once flowing robes were all but tatters barely clinging to his form.

Panic now fully setting in as she realized he looked even worse than when he had fallen from heaven and wasn’t even stirring, not even a little. She couldn’t even hear him breathe raspy breaths like he had last time.

“Lu! Say something!” Lilith immediately cradled him.

His head immediately rolled back limply as she pulled him to her. Lilith needed to readjust her grip on him in order for his head to lean against her torso gently.

He had protected her… From everything. But the final blow had been the fall. If what little Lilith had experienced from the fall due to his protection had been enough to temporarily knock her unconscious and make her sore then… What must it have felt like to take the full brunt of it??

Tears began to build up in her eyes as she recalled him assuring her that she’d be okay. He had been unable to stop the crash, so he did everything he could to make sure she was going to be safe. Suddenly, it made sense why he had repositioned himself underneath her, to cushion her fall with his own body.

“Lu?!” she called again, “Lucifer!”

He remained still and unresponsive.

Lilith’s breath hitched in her throat. He couldn’t be- he wouldn’t- this couldn’t have… killed him???

Lilith pulled him tighter to her, choking back tears and shook with rage against heaven. Why push her and him into that crevice?? All this because he wanted to help her and Eve but that was against the rules apparently?? Weren’t they supposed to be good?! Weren’t they supposed to be kind?! And what could she have done while the elders attacked? She had been powerless to help! Worse… They used her to lure him into the hole. As Lilith held him and choked back sobs, it occurred to her that he still felt warm.

The faintest, slightest bit of hope fluttered in her, and she pulled away to get a better look at Lucifer. He still was completely still, and unresponsive but… maybe…

Lilith leaned her ear against his chest, hoping for what seemed to be the impossible.

Faintly.

Very

very

faintly

She could hear it. A heartbeat. Even fainter, she could hear a weak rattling breath from deep in his chest.

He was alive…

He was still alive!

Lilith pulled him into a hug, cupping the back of his head and holding him tightly. Her tears now weren’t from grief but relief. “You’re going to be okay,” she whispered to him, “It’s going to be okay…”

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Through darkness towards...

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, blood, adult themes, horror images, possible triggers Summary: You know what they say about good intentions, the road to Hell is paved with them. In this case, literally. All you wanted to do is to help Dream to find his Helm. Now, because of your stubbornness and impertinence Dream will have to pay the price. But perhaps there is something Dream of the Endless and sassy Witch could find in the darkest depths of Hell? Perhaps there is... Word count:3.4k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors

Part one: Lost in the dream Part two: Back in the dream Part three: Through the Dreaming Part four: In the Waking World Part five: Before the Nightmare Part six: Through the Nightmare Part seven: Through Hell

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"Very well. I accept the terms." Morpheus spoke and even though he had kept his voice stern and calm you could see raging anger in his black eyes. You shuddered as icy chills ran down your spine on a recollection of his own words "Saving only the Creator, Lucifer is perhaps, the most powerful being there is," and there he was, because of your own foolishness and impertinence preparing himself to battle against Lucifer himself.

"Delightful!" sang Lucifer, "It's been centuries since we had a proper duel in Hell! Even demons need a little entertainment once in a century!" he walked to the edge of the balcony to announce the duel. The sounds of shrieking demons chanting wildly, calling for battle, praising their master's name echoed throughout the castle, making the walls shake. You didn't dare to step up to see the crowds of demons. Your imagination and the physical pain you felt at the sound of their roar were enough to make your blood freeze in your veins. Instead, you ran up to Morpheus, took his hand and pulled him aside.

"You can't fight Lucifer!" you exhaled with fear in your eyes "You've said it yourself, his much more powerful than you! You can't..."

"Does enslavement in eternal damnation sound like a dream future to you?" he growled, "Take my sand and leave. Now!" he demanded. The endless blackness of his eyes glared at you angrily. All the stars had disappeared, concealed beneath looming wrathful clouds.

"No!" You too were angry, "I didn't go through Hell with you only to run away and leave you here now!"

"Be quiet," he commanded, " Have you not done enough damage already?" he snapped at you with his deep, dark growl, "Take my sand and go…"

"I am not leaving!" you gritted.

" This is an admirable attitude," Lucifer descended from the balcony, now dressed all in black, spread his leathery black wings resembling those of a dragon, and took his position, "I hope you were not imploring your witch to flee while she still can Morpheus. That would have been less than honorable of you."

Morpheus did not utter a word. The endless darkness of his eyes swept over your face one last time, before turning away from you and walking slowly through the chamber ready to confront Lucifer. He stood proudly in front of him, like the King he was, with his head held up high, his eyes aimed straight at Lucifer, rage painted on his face was in stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

"As the challenger, I set the meter and make the first move," Lucifer spoke in his melodic voice and sneered. It was entertainment to him, a game, he was enjoying himself. He towered over Morpheus, standing completely still, with his hands folded loosely in front of him, as if he knew he had already won.

"Very well," Morpheus growled, and although he was still like a statue you could see his chest rising rapidly under heavy breathing in anticipation of the inevitable. "Make your move."

For a moment, your racing thoughts began to ask what exactly this battle should look like. What measure is one supposed to use to assess the strength of an Angel and an Endless being? They stood a few paces away from each other, neither of them even flinched, they had no weapons of any kind, yet somehow you couldn't imagine that they would engage in hand-to-hand combat.

"I am…" began Lucifer, "A dire wolf…." suddenly out of nowhere you heard the growl of a wild wolf coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, "Prey-stalking, lethal prowler," he sneered and simply stood there. The space around you suddenly darkened, as if the walls themselves suddenly got closer, as if the ceiling above your head suddenly closed. The hairs on your skin rose, the air took on a distinct metallic taste. Andrenaline made you open your eyes wide as the smells surrounded you flooding your senses. You could smell the stench of wet fur, the scent of decayed plants on forest paths, the smell of trees and bark, you could feel the soft earth under your feet and drops of cold water on your own skin. Your heart pounded with a slow rhythmic beat, waiting, ready.

"I am a hunter," Morpheus growled, "horse-mounted, wolf stabbing," the ground beneath you trembled under galloping hooves as the metallic clang of armor echoed through the chamber. Suddenly your senses picked up other scents, the smell of leather and steel, the touch of leathery reins against your own hands, the gentle tinkle of an arrow dart on your fingers. The muscles of your arms tensed as if they themselves were the ones straining the bow, then relaxed with the swish of the released arrow cutting through the silence.

Lucifer suddenly grunted, wincing in pain, fresh blood marked his black leather jacket and his arms. Breathing heavily he composed himself and continued….

"I am a serpent," this time the sneer did not appear on his face, he aimed his gaze straight at Morpheus and continued his attack, fury stained his angelic voice, "Horse biting..." the vicious hissing of a snake reached your ears from somewhere on the ground, from somewhere around your feet, and your legs involuntarily took a few frightened steps, "...poison-tooth" your heart pounded wildly as the room filled with the neighing of a terrified horse, and the clank of metal armor. In horror, you felt your body suddenly go numb, the acid spread in your mouth only to rush through your body carried by blood.

Morpheus gasped and you gasped along with him. His face bore red of inflamed blood, the veins on his neck and face bulging and black against it. He looked at Lucifer ferociously and attacked….

"I am a bird of prey," a gravelly growl came out from his core, "snake devouring, talons ripping" you heard a gust of wind swept by the eagle's wings, its cry tore through the surrounding silence. Your own hands suddenly felt the warmth, the wetness of torn flesh crumbling under your fingers. You looked with horror at Lucifer's face covered with three bloody scratches only to see blood under your own fingernails a second later. You couldn't understand what was going on, your own body was trembling, refusing to cooperate as if at the same time it was distraught and on the verge of fainting. Morpheus looked at the bloody wounds on Lucifer's face with superiority, as if satisfied by the look of disbelief painted on Lucifer's face.

"I am..." Lucifer picked himself up and rubbed his own blood between his fingers, "..a butcher bacterium." he looked at Morpheus furiously. You heard right next to you the hollow sound of a corpse helplessly falling to the ground, you breathed in the stench of decomposition and death, your body went numb as if it was dying itself. You watched in horror as Morpheus fell to his knees, his body shaking, as his marble face crumbled before your eyes, devastated by degradation. The blood stopped coursing through your veins, your heart had completely froze, you wanted to scream, to plead to Lucifer to stop, although your voice seemed trapped in your throat along with the air you were holding back. Subconsciously, you reached into your pocket and clenched your hand tightly on the sand vial, when suddenly your eyes opened as the sigh of exhalation escaped your lips. You saw as if the veil from your eyes was suddenly lifted as if you were looking with your own eyes for the first time in your life. On the ground beside you lay a snake torn to pieces, not far from it the dead decomposed body of an eagle, a few feet behind kneeling Morpheus lay a fallen horse with its dead rider still on its back. Morpheus swept over you with a trembling look then uttered in a strained voice….

"I am the world..." the ceiling above your head had suddenly opened to reveal a sky of pure blue covered with fluffy clouds, " Space-floating, life-nurturing," a light breath of the warm wind soothed your burning skin for a moment, bringing with it the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. Under your feet, rich, soft, green grass bloomed, inviting you to lie down, to rest for a while, to stop and listen to the beating life.

"I am a Nova!!" Lucifer's voice ripped through the singing life, "All exploding! Planet cremating!" You rose your eyes up only to see a flaming planet-sized sphere of fire tearing through the sky. You wanted to cover your face, to protect yourself from the devastating flame raging around you, devouring life, burning away all that is beautiful and good in this world. You watched as the ground wept in pain, you heard the life around you die in an instant, and only the sight of Morpheus fighting relentlessly forced you to stand still, to not avert your eyes. You could only stand and watch as he stretched his arm out in front of him, as if he wanted to protect himself from the devastating fire, you could only stand and watch as his skin began to burn, to disintegrate consumed by the fire, his scream of pain tore through the sounds of the crumbling world, only to fall silent a moment later. He collapsed on the ground devoured by flames, smoke rose from his body, he was breathing heavily, and although in your mind you wanted to run towards him you could only stand and watch as with the remnants of his strength he tried to pick himself up, finally giving up from exhaustion.

"I am a universe..." he whispered weakly, "All things encompassing, all life embracing..."

Lucifer did not waste a moment, victory was within his grasp, pride and hubris filled him as he hatefully delivered his attack.

"I am anti-life. The Beast of Judgment. The dark at the end of everything...." he delivered with a silencing voice. Before your eyes, Morpheus has fallen.

Implacable darkness had flooded everything within your sight. Gone were the stars and galaxies that just a moment ago were teeming with life around you, swallowed by the endless, infinite, unrelenting blackness. Within it, your eyes caught Morpheus's body, lying motionless on the black ground, his eyes empty, his face dead, only a barely discernible trembling betrayed that life had not yet left him.

"What will you be then, Dream Lord?" Lucifer asked contemptuously.

Morpheus attempted to get up, but his power left his body, consumed by the infinite darkness of anti-life. He tried to speak, his voice trembled, but he could not, he sank to the ground breathing heavily.

As you watched Morpheus lying on the ground, defeated and yet still trying to fight on, you felt as if something had snapped inside you. Some long-forgotten feeling, repressed, killed, suddenly awoke within you once again with all its force. You didn't understand how you had unknowingly wandered into the Dreaming, you didn't understand why you had offered Morpheus your help, you didn't know why you had followed him into Hell itself. You couldn't understand anything of what you saw, what you experienced…but you could feel. You could feel with everything you had that this was the right thing to do. You couldn't understand why but you could feel, you could feel that this is where you were supposed to be, that this is where you belonged, by his side. You ran up to him and, with a trembling heart, fell to your knees.

"Morpheus..." you whispered, tears rushed to your eyes, "Morpheus...can you hear me..." you took his hand, "you can't die..." darkness consumed him completely, the stars that usually glowed in his eyes had died, and you could not help but let tears fall down your cheeks.

"A mortal crying over the Endless, that is a sight I have not yet seen," Lucifer stood behind your back and looked at his opponent with curiosity, "Still with us Dream?"

"Fuck off!" you hissed "Of course he is! And it is his move!"

"There are no more moves. What can survive an anti-life?"

***

Morpheus felt as if he was drowning, drowning in an infinite, empty abyss filled with darkness. He could not feel anything anymore, could not see anything except the all-encompassing darkness. He tried to think but could not. He tried to move yet his body had become numb, dead. Everything around him was quiet, hollow. He could not see the stars in the sky above him, nor could he feel the earth beneath him, there was no breeze on his face, nor the smell of the earth, nor the taste of life. The galaxies he once explored were gone, the warmth of all-encompassing life extinguished. He no longer saw men's dreams and fantasies, nor their desires and fears, nor their nightmares. He saw only the empty space, the infinite void. And yet, in the depthless void, his moribund senses captured a voice. The voice of a woman. A voice that carried strength and beauty, a voice that spread the warmth of life around him. With the remnants of his strength, he grasped onto it, grasped onto it like a lonely star in the endless black sky. She whispered his name. "Was it his name?" She cried. She felt…. The warmth of her feelings had torn through the infinite bleakness of death and he could see her. She knelt beside him…was it the warmth of her skin that he had felt on his hand? Was it the taste of her tears running down his cheeks that he had felt on his lips? Why was she crying? Why was this woman crying over his dying body? Why did she care? Why was this mortal weeping over him? But she wasn't a mere mortal, she was something more... "Who was she? Who am I?" Why did the warmth of her skin on his hand had felt like the first rays of the sun falling down on the highest peaks of the snowy mountains? Why did her tears tasted like soothing rain that brings comfort to a dried up land yearning for life? Why, in the darkness, her voice seemed like the whisper of the wind that gently swayed the trees of an ancient forest, sweeping the waters from the leaves, nourishing the life coursing beneath the roots? Why in the all-encompassing darkness her glistening eyes looked like the purest diamonds, precious, unblemished, pure. Why did the sight of her in the infinite void awaken within him the desire to see her smile, to create her dreams, to vanquish her nightmares? Why did this woman banish the all-consuming emptiness and brought with her warmth, life, and desires? Who was she? Why did she bring…hope?

Morpheus felt life in him again. He slowly moved his eyes and saw Lucifer standing behind Y/N's back. He was beaming with satisfaction, almost reaching his hands towards her, ready to take her, ready to claim her as his own. Morpheus gathered all the strength that was left in him and forced him to stand up.

"I...am...Hope..."

"Hope," Lucifer repeated with disbelief staining his voice.

Morpheus only straightened up with dignity, measured his opponent with a stern look, and waited.

"Well Lightbringer, "he stared daringly, "It's your move. What is it that kills hope?"

Lucifer answered nothing, he only continued to glare in disbelief, trailing his eyes between you and Morpheus. You could not help but smile through your tears. Your spirit had returned. Morpheus stood before you and measured the Ruler of Hell with a stern gaze like a proud, noble King.

"Mazikeen! Bring Morpheus' helm!" he ordered.

The demon that had been lurking behind the pillars watching its master the whole time suddenly disappeared only to return a moment later with Morpheus' helm in its hands. She bowed her head slowly and directed her eyes towards the ground while she handed him his property.

"Thank you Lightbringer," Morpheus took his helm from the demon's hands, "The Ruler of Hell is honorable indeed. I will not forget this."

"Honorable?" Lucifer shivered upon hearing this word, "You joke, surely." he took a few quick steps and attempted to stare him down, "I have billions of demons ready to devour you and this witch, they are waiting for my command. Thell me Dream Lord, why should we let you leave? Helm or not you have no power here." he looked down on Morpheus menacingly. But Morpheus had no fear in him, he did not even fling upon hearing Lucifers' thread. "After all..." Lucifer continued, "what power have dreams in Hell?"

"You say I have no power here," you saw a barely visible smirk on Morpheus's face, "Perhaps you speak truly. But to say dreams have no power in hell..." he continued with his deep husky tone, "Tell me Lucifer Morningstar...what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned would not able to dream....of Heaven."

Lucifer's face contorted into a grimace of displeasure as if Morpheus had just delivered a painful slap to his face.

"One day, Morpheus, we shall destroy you..." promise was made.

Morpheus only bowed slightly and glared at him dangerously. With a vicious smug on his face, he replied.

"Until that day, Lightbringer."

He turned toward you and with one hand holding his helm he placed the other on your waist and pulled you closer. Holding you securely close to him he swept around you golden sand that swirled, danced around you, enveloping you in its golden grains, and transporting you away from Hell, back home.

***

In the blink of an eye, the vast expanse of barren land disappeared, the stench of death was gone, and the taste of ash in the mouth had vanished. Gone were the flames, the demons, and the terrifying images of destruction. There was only silence which was cut only by Morpheus's heavy breaths. You were back in your house. Nearly without moving, Morpheus placed his helm down on the edge of the couch and, still keeping his hand on your waist, stared into your eyes. Relief spread over your heart at the sight of the stars shining again in his eyes. The closeness of his body made you feel his heart beating with a calm rhythmic beat.

"Are you alright?" he finally asked, his voice low, gently brought comfort to your devasted nerves.

"I think I'm gonna need a month to process," you smiled as you felt your heartbeat matching its rhythm to his.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier," he wrapped you in his darkness, a darkness that was so different from the one you had just experienced. For this one brought warmth, comfort, a soothing sense of security, it took away all your fears and offered peace in return.

"I deserved that," you replied with a barely audible voice.

"No, you did not," darkness within his eyes gazed directly into your soul.

"You have your helm, what will you do now?"

"I can see my ruby, I must retrieve it. And I must return to the Dreaming. There are matters I need to attend to."

"Right! Ruby and stuff..." you slipped away from his hold and moved away from him.

"And stuff..."

Silence fell between you, a silence you desperately wanted to break with the million questions that flooded your awakened mind.

"Morpheus, I'm sorry for what I've done!" it was the first thing that came out, "I'm sorry for what I have put you through! It was all my fault! The demon! My lack of self-control! I am so sorry!" you began apologizing nervously. Morpheus only closed the distance between you two again and placed his hands on your arms as if he wanted to stop you, to calm you.

"You have nothing to apologize for..." he looked deeply into your eyes, the stars were shining with warm, kind light.

"I brought you nothing but trouble..." you argued.

"You brought more than that," he cut you off "Much more..."

With him standing so close to you again you could only smile with the smallest of smiles and nod.

"I must leave you now..." he seemed saddened by that.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a vial of sand.

"Your sand..." you extended your open palm towards him but he only closed the vile in your hand and smiled gently.

"Keep it. It is my gift to you."

You stared at the vial resting on your open palm, hesitated for a moment, then safely closed it inside.

"I have so many questions, Morpheus..." your thoughts started racing again, "Back there...I could...I was..." you were struggling with sentences, "I could see it all! I could feel it all! Even before I touched your sand! Sand only amplified it!" you were panicking, "Morpheus what is wrong with me?"

"I do not believe that there is something wrong with you Y/N, but I do not also have the answers you seek," he gently caressed your cheek, "At least not now," he reached for his pouch of sand and wiped the grains around him, "You are an oddity Y/N" he smiled, "I will find the answers," and with these words, he disappeared.

Standing alone in your home surrounded by burned-out candles, you couldn't help but feel empty as if the void was trying to overwhelm you. You were all alone, with your boiling thoughts and your hand clenched on a vial of sand.

"What now?"

***

~~Back in Hell~~

Lucifer was standing on the balcony pondering his defeat, anger brewing within him. How could he, Lucifer Morningstar, be defeated by the Lord of Dreams? How did he, one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe could be defeated by Hope? And yet it was not all in vain. At the end of the day, he knew something that neither Dream Lord nor the Witch knew. In the end, he did not lose, the game was just beginning, and he had just gained a winning card.

"Mazikeen!" he called after his trusted demon, "I need you to carry the word to Desire and Despair. Tell them that Lucifer Morningstar, Ruler of Hell, affirms that their plan is proceeding flawlessly."

Part nine: Consequences

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Authors note: We are finally out of Hell! I really wanted to go there, I had this scene, you know which one, stuck in my head for over the week! Like both of these scenes, I'm sure you know which scenes I'm talking about. And all that journey through this and the previous chapter had to take place, it all led to these two scenes! But honestly, I'm glad we are out of hell because writing these two chapters was...well hell! I enjoyed writing them so much but at the same time I wanted to write this fight between Morpheus and Lucifer as best as I could, I needed to give it justice. I hope I did. And that scene, that one part had to be perfect. I'll be honest, this chapter is not that long but it took the longest to write. Tell me what you think! What do you think will happen next? I for once am so happy that we are back in Waking World. I have a few well....interesting scenes stuck in my head, that will take place in the real world ;) Can't wait to write them down! At last, as always, Dear Reader, thank you for reading :)

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