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irulan · 19 days
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okay but can we talk about leto for a second.
the fact that emperor killed him because he wasn't his son! the fact that paujessica fuckery is partially due to him dying, paul being like i have to be my father the only man that truly loved me for me and i have to take care of my mother because she loved him and he loved her. the fact that alia is all that is left of leto for paul. the fact that paul is all that jessica had left of leto!! those people really said yeah this man is oridnary but he was so exceptional because he wasn't rotten like we are. leto was the emotional trigger behind everything but god he was Just Some Dude. dune is so fucking funny lol.
freak fam: Not normal about each other. committing acts of hubris they might not survive. godhood as hereditary titel. genocide. vibes so off-putting and rotten it has people going: house atreides? say less! and their justification is just like. yeah sry leto was our moral center and impulse control when he left so did our will to check our transgressions lol we're simply codependent and worse now 🤷
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fatuismooches · 4 months
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SMOOCHES!!!!!
(This is slight self-indulgence, but whatever, it's cute😌, and it's with Dottore❤️)
Reader who has belly rolls (excess body fat that mainly shows when sitting down) and isn't insecure about them just doesn't really care about them (but you can write about them being insecure if you want, hurt/comfort my beloved😘)
One day, the reader is just sitting down somewhere, not paying much attention to their surroundings and continuing to write about smth. But the thing is, they're wearing a tank top or something that shows off their belly rolls. So, as Dottore glances at his lover.
He has to do a flustered double take because he only realized now that his partner has. Belly. Rolls.
I can just imagine Dottore sitting next to them and intensely staring at their stomach. Of course, the reader notices his presence and sits up a bit in their chair. Being all like.
"Um... love??? What are you staring a- "NO DON'T MOVE." Dottore quickly interrupts, not wanting their rolls to go away just yet😭
AND IF THEY LET HIM JUST DIG HIS FINGERS IN BETWEEN THE ROLLS???? Bro's on the verge of passing out❤️
-Yin anon (sorry if my writing sucks a bit in this =/)
Yin anon this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long because i tend to scroll and reread and just smile widely at it but now i'm finally responding BECAUSE YES.
It's hard to imagine him not noticing something about you, mostly because he has literally every single detail of you imprinted in his brain and also his journals, and will notice something new about you before you even realize too. But, for the sake of fluff, let's just say there's a first time for even people such as Il Dottore. He doesn't look at you at first, this is kind of a routine after all, you barging into his office to do nothing but sit there in his presence. Until he does, and when he sees the extra chub on your tummy. And he's honestly a bit disappointed in himself, for not noticing that until now. He's supposed to know every single thing about you. No, this cannot do. Not at all. And he has to remedy that.
Well, it's not the first time you've had to deal with Dottore's strange habits examining your body, but this instance is... something else indeed. You've never really had someone be so... interested in your chub before? You're a bit embarrassed by how intense he is with feeling you up, but it seems like your words aren't getting through to his brain right now, so you'll have to endure it. He ends up muttering stuff to himself afterward and scribbles a lot. That scientist brain of his is probably working overtime... you wonder what goes through it sometimes. (And then the other segments want in on this too.)
If you're insecure about it, he just wouldn't understand? I feel like I say this a lot but, as someone who strives to make humans on the level of Gods and all that, striving for human perfection, he would truly see you on that level. The culmination of beauty. So, you can try to hide from him, but he will not let that behavior continue for long. Yes, he really will show you how much he loves that extra chub, in more ways than one if you so desire. And numerous times as well, since he knows that such insecurities won't go away after just one instance.
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silviakundera · 4 months
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I'm gonna need kunning palace to give me a lot of the main otp in the last episodes, we have 8 left (this is why I don't f*ck with this 40 ep rule because now that we're getting the main relationship the show is over and everything that came before was also necessary). I'm gonna need to see how deep JXN's love for him becomes, I know people are obsessed with dedicated ML but I enjoy otps where it's more equal and I love seeing a female lead protect and support her otp the way he does her, even if it takes a while like in ming lan she had completely reasonable issues and took a while to warm up to him but when she did she was 1000% in and showed just how much she loved him, I personally don't appreciate unbalanced relationships where it's just one party sacrificing and being a lot more dedicated no matter the genders.
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Hard to say, depends on how close they stay to the book. They've been quite faithful to the novel so far but at the point we are now is where I feel fairly confident that we're gonna diverge. Because in the novel the otp gets VERY dark before they get better. There's a reason why Xie Wei has been holding himself back & restraining his emotions. He's a whole mess of anxiety & PTSD and he has to work through his traumas. Both these characters have been a burningdog.gif meme and saying everything is just fiiiiiiiine but in the novel when they finally get alone on center stage together things get REAL because it's masks off. And underneath they are a whole mess.
imo the key to this pairing, and why we don't get a love confession from her until the very end, is what she thinks when she finally publically claims him (fittingly, she doesn't claim the lauded scholar but the unhinged figure that the public now finds monstrous):
Shen Zhiyi asked: "Ning Ning, do you know what kind of person he is?”
Jiang Xuening said, "I know."
This person forced her to kill in his previous life; even in this life, he still thought about taking her to die with him. He is definitely not a good person. How could she not know?
It can even be said that she knows better than anyone else. Because she has seen his truest and craziest side.
Shen Zhiyi asked again: "Do you like him?"
Jiang Xuening thought for a while and said, "I like him."
At this moment, Xie Wei's palm trembled slightly, but there seemed to be thousands of lights and shadows passing by in his mind, and finally there was nothing left, just staring at her blankly.
Yan Lin stood too far away, no one could see his blurred expression clearly.
Shen Zhiyi also didn't speak for a long time.
She didn't fully agree, she was afraid that her Ning Ning would be sad because of the wrong choice, but she couldn't stop her, and all her worries finally turned into one sentence: "Then you really know what you are doing now?"
Jiang Xuening smiled at her: "I understand."
And not only know what to do now, but also what to do in the future.
So calmly: "I want to marry him."
"..."
That night, he asked her once, but she didn't answer, so he never dared to ask again.
But now she says she wants to marry him. Xie Wei suddenly couldn't tell whether this was real or a dream: didn't she want to leave him and go find Zhang Zhe?
Jiang Xuening also saw that he didn't comprehend. "You are really, extremely smart, but you just don't like people."
Talking about love, this person is stupid to death.
I am too afraid of losing what I have, and I seem to think that what I have will eventually be lost, so I am paranoid, extreme, and I refuse to show weakness to others and say all those words.
Jiang Xuening felt that this person was too similar to her previous self.
There are some things that I don't understand, so I bash my head against it.
She blinked, with tears in her eyes, but took his hand, tiptoed to kiss his cool thin lips."
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Part of the reason she feels so deeply for him is their deep down similarity, but the novel is Jiang Xuening's journey to love & accept herself, letting go of the pain & shame from the past. She doesn't reach this point until the end, where she recognizes and accepts her own darkness and thus his, and also believes it doesn't need to define their future. Everyone now thinks she is the saint and he's the sinner but she knows they are both.
The novel epilogue shows they are finding a peaceful life together, the urge to fight and claw at life and each other has finally passed. But though in the last 30% of the novel we get tons of couple-time, all the gestures of devotion are coming from him. She's not ready. I frankly have no idea how much the drama will change the last 30%, and it won't land the same cause I'm sure they have to tone down how scary the ML gets...but regardless I do think we won't get a confession until the last act.
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fallahifag · 2 months
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girl u need to work on ur grammar some of ur english doesn’t make sense
i think i’m okay 👍 also english literally is not my first language so 🧐
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hotgirlstiles · 11 months
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the-kr8tor · 4 months
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Hobies favourite place to kiss is your forehead but what is your favourite place to kiss Hobie? (Me personally? I will pepper that man with kisses all over his face)
Oh man me personally his jaw 🥴 probably bc it's the only place i can kiss while on my tippy toes (I'm 5'3 😭😭) also imagine pecking the most defined jaw 🫣 if you're not careful you'll cut yourself (so worth it tho)
But in general, his cheeks 🥰🥰 because it's sooo kissable and smoochable ❤️❤️❤️ u just wanna (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠^⁠3⁠^⁠)
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kanteryuuzen · 8 months
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What's the most interesting thing Russell has introduced you to?
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((Sorry it took sooo long to answer anon!!!!! >< Thank you very much for sending the only one ask though chu2 may you have a nice day & your fav End Roll chara come in your dream!!🥰💖💗💕✨ ))
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persuasivus · 9 months
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That diluc's roommate things still running free in my head.. the voice is getting louder 💀
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Can't wait to write pt 3 🔥 but my 2nd post is still undergoing review for that community label so waiting for that to be resolved
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magicalmelodies1017 · 2 months
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Be happy always 🌹❤️
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my fav guy
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luvit · 4 months
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not a req but your work is actually phenomenal i’m crazed
three years of a writing hiatus and you come back as if shakespeare just had a rebirth
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GUHHHHHHH this is exactly how i felt when i saw this thank you so much that actually means a lot to me 🥹
now excuse me my hand hurts from slamming the floor
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luyo-mi · 6 months
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honestly yea i gotta agree w others that leona's arc is badly written im sorry pookie and im saying this as a huge leona stan ;-;
but hey! everyone has different taste sooo maybe you'll like it and can't wait for your reaction when you reach his arc lol
i also recommend to read the novel version of his arc bc that shit's REALLYYYYY good and it gave leona's character even more depth but maybe try reading the novel if you finish all the other arcs and no pressure!! <333
ALSO ive been staring at your leona and jack art for the past few days bc it tickled my brain and it was just SOOOO good omg i love that you didnt whitewashed them :,)
that's all and sorry for the long ask lol sending you lots of kisses <333
its okay kitten whiskers, i understand now
Just finishing his story, I feel like it was kinda rushed towards the end in a way? if that makes sense, like it just grazed over his story and not going into depth compared to riddles, like riddles i really felt like i was put on a bed of needles while having to recite the alphabet that shit hurt hurt and then for leona, i felt bad for him but not tear jerking oh my gad take my money type sad, but its okay bc i still love him and will still throw money at him. If ANYTHING i felt more bad for ruggie, like bro almost evaporated and still laughed and smiled and br os o m g
ooo and theres novels too??? where can I read his :OOOO
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fatuismooches · 10 days
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Good morning/afternoon/evening,
I, too, have met Arlecchino. She has shot up to the top of 🎭's most wanted. In a game full of exuberant or otherwise eccentric characters, I appreciate how pragmatic and no-nonsense she is! I also like how she does the "mastermind and in control" schtick the best out of all the other characters they've tried that with - during the serious moments, every word of hers sounds like an attack, as if she's probing her target's defenses.
While watching and appreciating her scenes, I had the most random thought: What would it take to make her laugh? I'd imagine that her poker face is impeccable, but Reader would probably want to hear it somehow. Arlie probably wouldn't be able to give an answer if asked directly about what her laugh sounds like, so the only option is to sufficiently amuse her! Unfortunately, that turned out to be a tall order - she is able to discern the punchline of every joke you tell before you finish, and even isn't ticklish! You'd probably need to beg Lyney and Lynette (maybe even Columbina? She seems like the humorous type) for help and advice.
Not sure what you'd need to cook up to reach this point, but eventually Arlie would find herself involuntarily exhaling a bit more forcefully than usual, with the corners of her lips unknowingly quirking up. Of course, you'd notice this, and celebrate the occasion! Arlie might not be the best at expressing her inner emotions, but on the inside she's thoroughly entertained by your spectacle.
-🎭 anon
You've always been the more expressive one compared to your lover. You do aspire to keep a straight face as often as she does, but your efforts never quite match up to Arlecchino's. And yet despite being with her for a while, you've yet to see her laugh. Which is strange, considering you've seen many different sides of her, from her crazy one to the softer one that's reserved only for you. Yet her laughter is something that eludes you (and her).
Unfortunately, the siblings aren't much help. For one, Lynette and Freminet aren't much of the laughing type anyway, so making Father laugh is completely out of their hands. Lyney similarly can't help much, despite being Father's favorite, he has yet to see her break character around them. However, he does say that if anyone can manage it, it's you. His words give you a bit of hope. Surely if you've managed to capture the Knave's love, you could make her chuckle a bit too? Columbina would help you but also not at the same time. She is very much on board with the idea of making her friend laugh. However, the things she recommends you to say or do are so obviously not in character for you, or seem forced that Arlecchino can see it before you've even started. Oops.
At this point, what makes her laugh isn't really the content of what you do, but rather just the notion itself. She finds your persistence very amusing, especially when it's for something like laughing, for no personal gain. It's one of the reasons why she loves you so.
(I can just imagine you coming behind Arlie for a back hug and she greets you as normal, and then you try tickling her viciously only for her to be completely unphased and more interested and confused on what your objective was... you're extremely embarrassed).
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dazed-hee · 10 months
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babe... ur banners legit arent nice, PLEASE humble urself rn 💀
I will literally fuck your mom and then your dad right after so I can finally give him a child he’ll actually love and care for. Hop off anon and say the same thing you wontttt 🙁… wanna talk about humbling when ur on anon sending random people hate LOL…. like u have no life,your parents don’t love you, and you have no friends so I really do not care 😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹
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ccuniculusmolestus · 4 months
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you've never met a sexist straight man before, have you. google "homosociality" and come back to me.
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I just can't take this ask seriously,,sorry. 😭😭😭 its not the sheer stupidity of this that is killing me. Its the damn sass, "CoMe bAcK to Me" girl who is you? 😭
Sweetie how about you go brush up on the pointless point you're trying to make and then come back to ME.
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i honestly spend almost the entirety of my non-working waking hours on my phone which is a LOT of time ....... how do you pass all of that without technology??? thank you 😭😭😭
man i wish i had something helpful to say but i literally spent thirty minutes this morning pretending to be a little dormouse while i swept and dusted to make the task more whimsical and enjoyable so i really don't know
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quietwingsinthesky · 8 months
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👀👀👀 Sorry for adding to your work but can I get Sam drinking Lucifer's blood
Hello hello hello anon sorry for the wait but hopefully the extra uh 3000 words makes up for it <3 and also born-again identity fix-it since it’s topical for me atm.
Sam is very familiar with dying.
It’s usually faster than this. He closes his eyes, and he’s facing Dean in Cold Oak with a knife in his spine or he’s sitting on a motel bed with a shotgun pointed at his chest. It hurts, but it’s brief like a ripped off band-aid. He goes into the cold, beckoning dark. He feels safe there. All the world fades away. Just like falling asleep, he wakes up a little later, his wounds vanished like a dream but the dried blood on his clothes left as a warning.
He’s never marinated in his own death before. He can feel it seeping into his pores. His head is throbbing like thunder even when Lucifer shuts up, too far gone to survive this without a miracle that isn’t coming. He was wondering a while ago what parts of him would fail first, and Lucifer “helped” by counting down the hours for him, straddling Sam’s torso with his fingers trailing over his skin. Poking Sam’s ribs vindictively as he laid out exactly when Sam could expect his organs to give up the fight. “First time dying alone, Sammy?” he said, doing that awful thing where his voice got soft and sympathetic just so that he could tear it away a moment later. “Dean’s not going to make it back in time. We knew that the minute he left.” Sam looked away from him, heave of his head to the side. “I’m here. I won’t leave you. Isn’t that comforting?”
He’d waited for a response. Sam couldn’t give him one. He’d decided to find the answer inside Sam instead, a vivisection that stretched on and on until Sam couldn’t cry anymore, and when it was over, there was no blood, no cuts, just Lucifer looking so pleased with himself as Sam tried not to throw up. Sam was too tired to do anything but turn away from him again.
Something new had kept Sam awake the past few days as his time ran out. A sound he’d been deafened by once before as the final seal broke and the Cage opened under his feet and all the light and power that was Lucifer came screaming out. Hearing it now made his teeth rattle. He’s never heard his hallucination make anything close to that noise. He taunts and insults and shouts in a very human way. Even his torture is crude and physical. Sam isn’t fit to be haunted by an angel, no matter how fallen. When the sound finally went silent again, Sam wasn't sure if he was relieved or not.
His hallucination hadn’t given him more than a day before Sam’s liver fails first. He might be lying. The fallen-out hairs on Sam’s pillow beg to differ.
Sam’s mind is filled with calm and dreadful certainty. It’s over. He lost.
And Lucifer still won’t shut up. He’s doing it to rub it in now, gloating. Sam weakly cups his ears, and that does nothing to block it out.
There’s been someone else in his room for the past day. She looks like a woman, finely dressed, watching him impassively as his condition worsens. She’s not one of the staff. He’s pretty sure no one else can see her, no one but him and Lucifer.
“Vulture,” Lucifer spits at her, “I’m not finished. Find somewhere else to circle.” She doesn’t react except to look at her watch and then look at Sam. There is something like pity in her eyes, the hollow sort that brings no comfort and takes no action. Sam feels weirdly grateful to Lucifer for snapping at her like a feral dog, even if she can’t hear it. There’s no way he could do it himself.
It’s not hard to guess what she is and who she’s here for.
Sam stares at her as his head throbs. Every part of his body aches. His heartbeat feels weak. She frowns, nods, and taps her watch. Not long, then. He wishes Dean hadn’t bothered to try and save him. He wants one last embrace, Dean’s voice all rough and faux hopeful telling him it’ll be okay, they figure this out. If nothing else, it’s comforting that with Crowley’s hands on the reins of Hell, no demon alive will be taking a deal with Dean.
Sam’s tired. It’s okay. He won’t fight. He’ll go quiet.
“Back to me,” Lucifer says, because he never lets Sam forget it.
Sam doesn’t even care. He’s out of vacation days. It’s back to the Cage, where he belongs. Castiel never should have pulled him out. Dean never should have dragged his soul along, too. He wasn’t worth the effort.
Lucifer laughs again. Sam flinches. The reaper folds her arms.
And then, for the first time in days, there’s silence.
Sam doesn’t trust it. He doesn’t let his eyes close. The longer it stretches on, the more his body tenses in anticipation. The other shoe will drop. It’s only a matter of time.
He hears a beating sound. His hair gets blown out of place, tickling his face. He can see three people in his room.
“Sam?” asks Lucifer, softly. He doesn’t look very good. He’s bleeding, open sores that line his face, his hands, and probably other places Sam can’t see. Sam’s head swims. His eyes waver back to the Lucifer who was here first, who doesn’t have a mark on him and never has. He wears his face like he never needed Sam’s.
“It isn’t enough I have to share you with her. Now I’m encroaching on my own territory?” he says like he’s about to throw a tantrum.
The other Lucifer turns to face him. Sam’s hallucination of him is as caught off-guard as Sam feels. Lucifer, the one who bleeds, tilts his head, looks this image of himself up and down, and when he looks back over at Sam, his expression is contorted in sorrow. “Is that how you see me?” he asks.
“It’s what we are,” the hallucination answers for Sam. Sam’s not sure which ‘we’ he’s talking about.
“Be quiet,” Lucifer orders. Sam’s eyes widen as the impossible happens, a flicker along the edge of his hallucination’s appearance.
“If Sam can’t make me, what makes you think you-“ There’s a desperate edge to his tone, wholly unlike the way he ever sounded when Sam banished him. Lucifer glares at him.
“I said, shut up.”
He’s gone. Just like that. Sam exhales. Lucifer turns to the reaper.
“You can leave.”
The reaper’s voice follows, “We have an appointment.” Lucifer sighs heavily.
“You had one.” He comes closer to Sam, sitting on the side of the cot. Sam shuts his eyes tight. Lucifer touches his shoulder. He feels cold. With all the hellfire in Sam’s head, he’d forgotten that. “He belongs to me. When he dies, I’m who you’d deliver his soul to.” He waits a beat. “Am I right?”
“You are,” the reaper confirms.
“Then your role here’s irrelevant. I’m collecting him personally.” Sam shakes. Lucifer’s attention turns, his hand weighing heavier on Sam’s shoulder. “Don’t be afraid, Sam. I’m here.” He pets Sam’s hair, and he grimaces when strands pull free too easily. “I let you out of my sight for five minutes…” his voice trails off. There’s too much pain in it for him to speak around. He swallows and looks back over his shoulder at the reaper. “I told you to leave.”
“I still have to make sure that his soul crosses over.” She makes Sam sound like a job. An important one, but still just business. Lucifer hates that. Sam’s not sure how he knows exactly, but he can feel it prickling under his own skin.
“It won’t be.” Lucifer’s fingers trail over Sam’s face, from the bags under his eyes to the almost healed bruises from his accident. “I won’t tell you again. I have spent the last century dragging myself out of Hell to find him. You don’t want to be the one to get in my way now.” She makes an extremely disgruntled sigh.
And then there’s only one person in the room with Sam. Alone together at last.
Sam’s eyes want to close badly. This Lucifer is so quiet, his touch so gentle and calming.
“No, not yet, Sam,” Lucifer says. “If you fall asleep now, you won’t wake up. Let’s not get on Death’s nerves anymore than we already have.” Sam whimpers. He should have known this was all too good to be true. Not even this Lucifer will let him sleep. “I know,” he murmurs, “I know. Believe me, I plan to whisk you away to a much more comfortable bed than this one and force you to sleep for a week, but there’s something we have to take care of first.” Lucifer’s hand slides down his body to rest on his chest. Sam breathes in, pushing his hand up minutely. His eyes narrow for a moment, searching. What he finds makes his frown deepen.
Sam makes a questioning noise. It’s more than he’s been able to force himself to do for a while. Lucifer’s made him talkative. Lucifer glances up to meet his eyes before fixing them back on Sam’s middle. “There’s a lot of damage here, Sam. The Cage doesn’t let anything go that easily. I don’t know how you’ve survived this long.” Sam almost chokes on a laugh. Easily. “I know how to heal you. I need your consent to-“
“No,” Sam croaks. Lucifer stops.
“I don’t want you to die,” he says, stubborn and upset.
“I'm not your vessel.” Speaking makes Sam feel like he’s going to vomit or pass out or both. Lucifer’s eyes widen for a moment before he regains his composure.
"That's not what I'm asking." Sam finds that hard to believe. Both of their bodies are falling apart. "You really think I'm just a monster, don't you?" He looks like Sam has actually hurt him. Sam... isn't sure what he thinks. His head is too filled with smoke, the clashing battle between the Lucifer in his mind who wanted to tear into him and the one sitting on his cot who wants to put him back together. He can't make them fit together. Lucifer is touching his face again. His thumb presses against Sam's lips like that's the closest either of them can bear to a kiss. "You need a little of me inside you for your body to be strong enough to heal itself, but that doesn't mean I have to take you as a vessel." Sam makes a face. "Stop looking at me like that. It wasn't an innuendo. I'm offering to bleed for you."
The fear that clutches Sam's chest makes his weak heart do double-time. He tries to push Lucifer's hand away from his face, but even if he had been human, Sam doubts he could have. "No," he forces out, "no, please, don't."
"Sam, calm down. You'll hurt yourself." Sam refuses. He won't do it again. He won't become that thing again, the monster Dean wanted to put down, selfish and arrogant and the reason the whole world was going to end. He won't let Lucifer turn him into that. Lucifer doesn't move, both hands on Sam's shoulders to keep him from trying to roll out of the bed to escape. He speaks slowly, pulling Sam back from the edge of panic, "I'm not a demon. My blood isn't addictive and it can't change you. Nothing about me can change you." His palm cups Sam's face again. "I'm already a part of you."
He's telling the truth. Sam can feel it. He doesn't understand how.
"Do I have your consent?" Lucifer asks again. Sam looks into his eyes. Lucifer cares about his answer. Sam inhales sharply as he realizes that Lucifer will save him, but that he also loves Sam enough to let him go. He won't be happy about it, but he'll respect that last wish. Sam can say no. Maybe it's a meaningless gesture when his soul will still be folded into Lucifer's grace, but if he really wants this to be over, if it's too much, than he can close his eyes and go to sleep. It'll be just like every other time, brief pain, into the dark, to be kept safe, only this time he will never wake up. Sam lays his hand over Lucifer's. All the devil cares about is what will make him happy.
"Yes," Sam decides. Lucifer is here, and it feels like he can breathe again. Quickly, Lucifer withdraws his hand. A cut opens over a patch of unblemished skin. It will be cleaner that way, but Sam's exhausted mind wonders if Lucifer would let him up to press his mouth against the burns and lick the blood up from them. He doesn't have long to contemplate that before Lucifer holds the cut over his mouth. Bright red blood drips from the cut, dotting Sam's chapped lips. His tongue slides out to taste it and more fall into his open mouth. It’s nothing like demon blood. The only similarity is how quickly the need for more consumes his thoughts. A drop or two isn't enough to sate him. He reaches for Lucifer's arm, hands trembling, and drags the cut down to his mouth. Lucifer lets him, leaning in to give Sam a better angle to latch onto the wound.
The cut is deep enough that when Sam sucks on it, it flows into his mouth like a stream. Lucifer's veins are opened up for him. Sam shuts his eyes, losing himself to it in seconds. There's a voice in the back of his head demanding that he pull all of Lucifer inside him, where he belongs, where Sam needs him. With thirsty gulps, he tries to make that a reality. Lucifer's other hand strokes his hair, lifting Sam's head slightly so that he doesn't choke while he's drinking. Sam's tongue keeps the cut wet, wriggling its way into Lucifer's flesh greedily like he can coax out more blood that way. The supply is steady, always enough to fill Sam's mouth, but not so much that he can't swallow it down in time. Lucifer's vessel obeys him, and it won't heal itself until Sam has first.
"Take everything you need," Lucifer encourages. Sam is holding on too tight, his nails digging little crescents into Lucifer's already bruised skin. He doesn't complain. Sam's not sure he can even feel it above the delirious joy of part of him being accepted back into Sam's body. "Take it all, if you want to. You can. I'd let you." Sam pulls off the cut to breathe. It still drips over his gasping mouth, drops rolling down his tongue to the back of his throat. The metallic taste lingers. There's no sulfur in Lucifer's blood, nothing but pure salvation, saved for Sam alone.
Drinking from him feels like trying to swallow an nuclear reactor. Sam can't get enough of him. The remnants of Lucifer's grace are mixed in with every drop, filling Sam up. Under his skin, he feels like his insides are being caressed, every pain wiped away. His heartbeat strengthens as Lucifer's grace gets into his own veins and powers the cells through. The fog in Sam's head doesn't lift, but it clears more than it has in days.
He brings Lucifer's wrist back to his mouth and latches on again.
Sam holds onto him with more strength than his body should have. He keeps drinking, mouthful after mouthful. With each breath, each heartbeat, Lucifer’s grace pumps further through every organ. Sam’s lips are smeared with his blood.
He’s not sure how long he drinks from Lucifer. He goes until his stomach starts to protest and Lucifer himself looks pale and unsteady. He’s stopped petting Sam’s hair to keep a hand against the cot, leaning heavily on it but never taking away his blood. Sam laps at his wrist gratefully before he pushes it away. It’s the reminder he’s needed for months of his own willpower.
Lucifer looks worse than he did when he arrived. There’s another wound blistering at the collar of his shirt. Sam reaches for him. Lucifer offers his wrist again, but Sam bypasses it, grasping his shoulder and drawing him close. Lucifer bows over Sam as Sam gently kisses the burns. He wishes that was enough to heal Lucifer.
“What’s the plan now?” Sam asks. He’s running on the strength of his high, but beneath it, he can still feel his body trying to shut him down and pass out. He resists of his own free will for a few moments longer in Lucifer’s presence. Lucifer smiles.
”That was the plan. I came to save you, and now I have.” Sam presses his lips against a scabbed-over sore. Lucifer is so beautiful. He’d almost forgotten that with only the pale imitation of his hallucination to look at. “I can bring you somewhere more comfortable to rest if you give me a minute to recover.”
”And after that?”
”I don’t know.” His eyes drift over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. It’s empty. It will remain empty. Sam can’t feel the whispering inside of his head that means the hallucination is about to come back. Even if it did, Lucifer has chased it off once.
“Stay with me,” Sam says. Lucifer looks back at him. He’s surprised, but with the offer given freely, he won’t deny himself what he needs. If Lucifer had a hard time existing without Sam when he had a purpose, as terrible an ends as the Apocalypse was, Sam can’t imagine he’d have any idea how to find his way in the world now without him.
And more importantly, Sam missed him.
”Okay,” Lucifer breathes, turning his head so that Sam’s next kiss presses to his mouth. It leaves his own blood on bottom lip, which Sam licks off. Then, he brushes another kiss to a burn on Lucifer’s chin. “They're only going to get worse,” Lucifer tells him. “I can’t heal them.”
“As long as we can figure out a way for your vessel to hold you, I don’t care.” He kisses another. This one is bleeding, and Sam doesn’t spare a thought to kissing it anyway. “Besides, I’ve got some new scars to show you, too.”
”Later,” Lucifer says. He lays Sam back down. Sam doesn’t resist. Not even the angel blood inside him can keep him conscious now. Lucifer lays his hand over Sam’s eyes. “I promise, when you wake up, it won’t be in this cell.” Sam chuckles weakly. The moment before he passes out, he remembers that Dean is going to return at some point. He opens his mouth to tell Lucifer to leave a note for him or something to let Dean knows that the devil’s (consensually) kidnapping his brother, but he’s gone before he can get a single word out.
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