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cupcakes-and-pain · 3 years

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Robin’s Nest: chapter 4

My tumblr has been glitching more than usual lately, so if weird stuff happens, I’m sorry and I’ll fix it as soon as possible.

CW: pet whump, implied past abuse, implied past non con, fear of torture, fear of punishment, fear of non con (blink and you miss it), arguing between close friends. Tell me if I missed anything!

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Robin POV

Robin woke up and stretched, thinking to herself. They felt like she was forgetting something. After a few minutes of trying to remember, she just shrugged it off and got dressed. As they were walking down the stairs, the smell of bacon and eggs greets her.

“What in the...?” They whispered to herself as they continued down. When Robin reached the bottom and saw Spencer taking out the last pieces of bacon and Remington pouring a glass of orange juice, she remembered what they were forgetting: the two guys she bought the other day.

“Hey you two. Man, that smells so good! You guys must have really outdone yourselves.”

“Thank you Master. Please tell us if it’s not to your standards. We are more than happy to remake it.” Spencer said, his smile holding a hint of uncertainty and worry.

“Oh I’m sure it’s amazing, don’t you two worry. Besides, the dinner you made last night was great, so I’m sure your breakfast is great too.”

The boys both nodded and Robin wasn’t sure if they believed her. Spencer seemed more on edge than usual, probably because of what happened last night. Robin was sure to give him extra praise and he seemed to cheer up slightly.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about all that. They had promised the boys some rules for living at her house today and they couldn’t go back on her promise now. As much as Robin hated it, it would help the boys in the long run.

“Alright you two. I promised some rules, didn’t I?” They noticed how Remington and Spencer somehow looked terrified and excited at the same time.

“Y-yes Master, you did.” Spencer said.

“Well, here you go. The first and probably most important rule is that I have no plans on harming you two or having sex with you. Especially not just on a whim. If I had angry issues or anything like that, I would’ve bought an actual punching bag. The second rule is don’t hurt yourself, ever. Even if you are almost completely sure I want you to do it, always confirm it with me. Third, similar to the second rule, always come to me if you aren’t sure about something. Whether it be a rule, an upcoming punishment, or whatever, just come and ask me questions. I won’t be mad. Forth, don’t go in my room without permission. I like my privacy. Fifth, I’m fine with you guys cooking breakfast and cleaning up around here, but don’t feel pressured to do chores. You guys are more like companions for me, not butlers if that makes sense. Sixth and final rule is that you don’t need to call me Master. I’m comfortable with you using Mx. Robin or just Robin if you you want to. That’s all the rules I could think of, I’m pretty laid back so I’ve never been good at having rules or a strict routine. If I think of more I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you M-Mx. Robin. We are v-very grateful for these rules. Have a good day at work.”

“Thank you Spencer. You two have a good day as well. I’m going to be a little late coming home today.”

Robin smiled widely as she replied and walked out the door, despite how disgusted and upset they were feeling. They knew that she shouldn’t, but the way Remington and Spencer were so terrified of Robin made so angry. They had done nothing to give the boys a reason to be afraid, and yet... no. Robin had to remind herself over and over that it wasn’t Remington and Spencer’s fault. They had this fear and obedience beat into them. Robin just had to strong for the boys, sure them that this house was safe, that they were safe.

Spencer POV

“So, uh, what do th-think of the rules?” Spencer asked nervously, knowing Remington rarely has anything good to say about whoever owned him. Remington just scowled and turned away.

“Master gives us a few vague rules that were obviously made to trick us and make us disobey. And you’re asking me what I think?”

“Oh Remy, please don’t be like that. I don’t think Master wants us to disobey. I mean, she said we were companions, lap dogs, so why would she want to punish us constantly?”

“It’d make us dependent on Master, always begging for forgiveness and compassion. She wants us to become small and submissive to their whims. Master wants to break our spirits and I won’t let her.”

Spencer put his head in his hands. Remington had been hurt way too much and it gave him such severe trust issues. But still, Spencer got so frustrated sometimes with his constant pessimism. Spencer just wanted to be a good lap dog, be finally loved and wanted. And Remington wanted to take it from him.

“I don’t think Master is like that at all Remy. I know you’ve been hurt and betrayed, but please just try to behave for once. I don’t want to see you get punished for stupid things anymore.”

Remington sighed and turned away, clearing the dishes a bit forcefully. Spencer wished he could go after him but he knew it wasn’t going to help.

Spencer spent most of the day worrying, a lot like yesterday. Except this time, he didn’t know what was coming. Remington would eventually get himself into trouble and Master Robin would be angry. But what kind of punishment could they expect from her? Their previous Master would lock them in the basement when they were bad, often in addition with fresh bruises or sensory deprivation.

But the worst was when Master burned them. Spencer only suffered burns twice in his life, and the first time had been a brand that said what company trained him. The other was after Remington and Spencer’s first and only escape attempt. Master dragged them down to the basement, and it began. Scalding metal strips placed on their feet, hands, and back as they struggled to hold in their screams. Afterwards they were left in the basement for several days, Spencer can’t remember the exact number due to pain and exhaustion, without food or water, chained on opposite sides of the room and gagged so they had no way to comfort each other.

That night, plus a few other times that hadn’t been as horrific, made burns the only sure way to make Remington deathly afraid. Afraid enough to beg and cry and grovel, submit himself and degrade himself to the lowest of levels. Remington denies it, but once when previous Master had threatened another burning session, Spencer swore he heard Remington refer to himself with it/its pronouns.

And Spencer knew it was only a matter of time before Master Robin found out all of this. People were smart. People knew how to figure things out, especially when they’re dealing with dumb slaves. Spencer would not, could not allow himself to wishfully believe that maybe Master wouldn’t find out about their pet’s fears. Master would know eventually, Master always found things out in the end.

They made dinner in another attempt to appease her. Spencer suggested it, since it’d be good to build up a good reputation before their inevitable mistake. Remington wasn’t exactly on board with the idea, but even when angry he’d do whatever he could to protect his friend. Spencer often wished Remington would stop treating him like some fragile thing that needed to be guarded at all times, but in this case he was actually thankful for the fact.

The sound of her car pulling into the driveway made Spencer flinched. Right in the nick of time too, as they had just gotten the silverware on the table.

“Master, welcome home.”

“Hey Spencer, oh, that smells good! And hey Remington, didn’t see you there. Uh, hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. You two seem tense. Is something wrong?”

“No, of course not Master. It’s just, um, I guess you got here earlier than we expected? Of course, that’s not a bad thing, I didn’t mean-“ Spencer just barely avoided stammering and making everything worse, but Master still seemed calm, not a upset in the slightest.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I did day I’d be home a little later than usual. Traffic was great and we had less work today, which made up for the time I spent at the store. Which reminds me, come here. I want to slow you something.”

Spencer tensed up even more. What could it be? Would it be painful? Was it for regular torture or a toy for the bedroom? So many possibilities!

But despite both of the slaves panic, Master Robin very calming reached into the bag she’d been carrying and took out a- stuffed bird?

“W-what exactly is it, Master?”

“Oh, don’t be frightened. I, uh, well I had heard that stuffed animals can be good for slaves, um, like it helps them cope or something. Just something soft and small to hold onto if your scared. I don’t know, I just thought maybe it could help you with the transition of moving here.” They explained, handing it to Spencer. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it yet, after all, it could be a trick. But if it wasn’t, maybe he could finally prove to Remington that Master was nice.

“But uh, yeah, that’s for you, Spence. And then I got this here,” Master went on, pulling out something else, “for Remington. It’s a weighted blanket, so you could wrap it around yourself or something and it feels like being touched, but you’re still uncomfortable around me. Which is fine, by the way! I get it, your past owners haven’t been great by the looks of it. It’s just nice I guess, to feel touch and comfort without having to actually be around people.”

Remington just huffed and took it begrudgingly, but Spencer could see in his eyes that Remington was definitely at least interested it. He wondered if Master could tell, but they seemed to buy into the ungrateful act. Her face twisting up slightly, then forcing it to relax.

“Thank you so very much for the gifts. We promise that we love them, sometimes dumb slaves are just bad at showing it. We love them and we love you, really Master. I promise.”

“Thanks Spencer, it’s okay though. Relax for me buddy. I’m not upset right now. In fact, I’m happy! I have two wonderful, um, slaves to spend the evening with, and they made me dinner. It’s really great to have you two. You’re still good.”

Master was so strange, but Spencer was grateful for that fact. Thankfully, the rest of the evening went off without incident and Master was now watching TV in the living room while Spencer and Remington finished cleaning up. They wouldn’t get time to talk except now, because Spencer knew that they would have to be by Master’s side the rest of the night and when it was time for bed, Remington would claim he’s too tired to discuss. Spencer had to act now.

“Stop doing that. Stop trying to purposely get yourself hurt.”

“Now isn’t the time-“

“Now is definitely the time. We are together, Remy. Master doesn’t anger easily, we have soft rules, and we were even given presents! This is all we could have ever dreamed of. Why do you insist on being so difficult? Why won’t you accept that this is our lives?”

“Because it shouldn’t have to!”

“Keep your voice down.” Spencer hissed. He was not getting in trouble over a stupid argument.

“We shouldn’t have to be slaves. ‘All we could ever dreamed of’? Do you even hear yourself? We could run away together, we could succeed where others failed.”

“Don’t bring that up again. We’ll fail. We’ll always fail. There’s nothing we can do about it. And I can’t watch you die for some fantasy. I can’t lose you, Rem.”

“But we could be happy, sunshine, actually happy-”

“Don’t you sunshine me. And I am happy. A slave’s purpose is to fulfill their owner’s wishes. If Master is happy, I’m happy. And this Master is so easy to please, so can you just give it a try? P-please? I can’t lose y-you, really. If I did, I don’t know- I-I don’t-“

Spencer started tearing up and his breath caught. Remington was the only source of comfort he really had. He should get happiness from pleasing his Master, but he had never been that great of a slave. That’s what he and Remington always had in common, no matter what.

“Geez, Spencer, I- I’m sorry. I may hate it here, but I never meant to make you upset. Please don’t cry. You know how awful I’m at dealing with emotions, haha. Um, god. Okay, shh, it’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up and then let’s go to Master. I’ll tags the blame for the hold up. And that’s not me trying to get into trouble, don’t you even start again. It is my fault, I was just picking a fight.”

Spencer let Remington wipe his tears, being careful to not make too obvious of tear stains. Remington may be an idiot at times, but at least he cared for Spencer. He really didn’t know what they’d do without each other. Now, if only Remington could be convinced Master wasn’t setting up some elaborate trap. But one thing at a time.

For now, Spencer was just glad to be in moment with his friend gently drying the wet eyes and saying sweet nothings to him.

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#Robin’s Nest #Remington #Spencer #Robin #pet whump #tw implied past abuse #tw implied past non con #tw fear of punishment #tw fear of non con #tw arguing #Robin hasn’t a clue as to what they’re doing and but at least she’s trying #Robin is a good caretaker; they just need a little help from more experienced caretakers once in a while #this chapter originally had a completely different ending #but Spencer and Remington angst took over my mind #also this was a bitch to clean up #I wrote most of it at night and then could barely bring myself to edit it #that’s probably still a lot of typos idk I’m just tired #no more stupid essays to write anymore though so that’s nice

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alexannah · 4 years

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MLB: Character Theory

***season three spoilers***

I’m no psychologist, but I’ve had some thoughts about Chloé Bourgeois that have made me look at her in an entirely new light …

First of all, let me say that this is entirely speculation. I’m not saying this is definitely canonical. But it’s a thought that occurred to me when I started exploring a plot idea last night, and it’s certainly an interesting way to consider Chloé’s character. (But the more I think about it, the more I believe it.) (Also after writing all of this, it occurred to me to do a Tumblr search to see if someone had got there before me. Although some of this has definitely been touched on, I haven’t found anything which puts it all together.)

Chloé became added to my list of favourite characters very recently (a couple of weeks ago), despite what happened in Miracle Queen. Actually if it hadn’t been for that episode, she might not have done; which sounds weird, but although I warmed up to her a lot in season 2 and loved the development of her character we saw in that, I wouldn’t have called her one of my favourites until the urge to write her a redemption arc struck. (And I am. Several. But, not the point of this post …)

Anyway, so this theory is about why she is the way she is. And I know we already have plenty of canonical evidence for that, but I’m going to dig a bit deeper …

To recap the obvious:

André Bourgeois. He’s spoiled Chloé rotten by giving her anything she wants, and has no backbone whatsoever, so the few times he’s not sure about giving into her demands, he usually does anyway. The only time I can think of when he does say ‘no’ is when she demands he close down the school, and then right afterwards when she and Audrey decide to move to New York. Giving your child whatever they want is terrible parenting enough on its own, but since he’s the mayor, she ends up getting whatever she wants from other people as well just by threatening to call “my daddy”. Case in point: Despair Bear, when everyone’s punished except her, the actual culprit. He abuses his own power for her, as evidenced in Rogercop; and yet I headcanon that the reason he said no in Malediktator was because he knew that closing a school down just because his daughter told him to would cause an uproar, and he was too afraid of losing his position. Also why he didn’t want to go to New York, because he loves his power too much.

Now Audrey Bourgeois. She comes on the scene not long after the first sign of Chloé character development we get, which I bet is no accident. She’s also a power abuser, firing people without a second thought for minor or even non-existent crimes, including people she has no actual power to fire. She has a huge ego, demands the best, and basically is a total bitch. If it wasn’t obvious enough from all of that that Chloé mimics her, the fact that they have the same catchphrase basically seals it.

(Now I’ve added that picture, and look: she is literally mimicking her mother.)

So on one hand we have a parent who panders to Chloé’s every whim, and on the other we have one who sets a terrible example of how to treat other people.

But I’m beginning to think there is more to Chloé’s bad behaviour than that.

We know that, at some point before the show began, Audrey took off for New York. We don’t know when exactly that was, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess it was several years ago. Chloé herself says that she “felt so sad”, which is completely understandable, even if they didn’t have the most loving relationship. (Which they obviously didn’t.) We can only guess whether or not they had any contact while Audrey was away, but if they did, I doubt it was very much. Even when Audrey comes back, at least at first, she’s dismissive of Chloé, ‘firing’ her for something as trivial as her choice of gift wrap, getting her name wrong repeatedly (which I’ll come back to in a moment), and she clearly struggles to say the words “I love you”.

I don’t think anyone would disagree that’s pretty neglectful behaviour. And Chloé’s response is pretty heartbreaking. Despite her mother having left her and ignored her for goodness knows how long, she still gets her a gift (this being a girl who doesn’t even get gifts for Adrien herself—it’s possible she had Sabrina get this one too, but I don’t think so), and tries to impress her. When Audrey eventually does accept her, it’s only because she realises Chloé is “just like” her. That’s not unconditional love.

(On a side note, I think it was pretty sweet of Marinette to do that, though in the end I don’t think it was particularly good for Chloé’s character development. But that’s not the point of this post.)

It makes sense for a child who’s been abandoned by a parent to have some abandonment issues, and this is where I finally get to the point! See, I think there’s more to Chloé’s bad treatment of other people than simply mimicking her mother, or because she holds herself above them, or just doesn’t think of other people’s feelings. I think those things are all true, but I also think there is another reason, and that is a fear of getting close to people. A subconscious one, most likely, but one that results in her intentionally keeping people at an emotional distance.

There is one particular reason I think this, and that is Butler Jean. One of his lines from Despair Bear: “I’m sure mademoiselle can remember when she was a little girl; when Mr Cuddly was always nice to mademoiselle when she was sad.”

I draw two things from that. One, that Jean has been in that job at least since Chloé was little, if not before. And two, that when she was little, he used to make Mr Cuddly ‘be nice to her’, showing that Jean used to comfort her when she was upset. He’s one of the very few characters who show Chloé genuine affection, so you would think that Chloé would appreciate that. Yet she treats him as badly as she treats everyone else, going as far to call him the wrong name, a different wrong name, every time she addresses him.

Audrey does the exact same thing with Chloé; calling her a different wrong name; though in Audrey’s case she does actually correct herself, at least when we see her do it in Queen’s Battle. Whether Audrey does it on purpose or is really that forgetful of her own daughter’s name, I don’t know. But in Chloé’s case, I think she must know Jean’s real name. If he’s been waiting on her for most of her life, paying her more sincere affection than either of her parents, I just do not buy her really not knowing it at all. Either she pretends not to know it, or she’s repressed it. But if she actually tried, I’m sure she could recall it.

Now to the three people other than Audrey that Chloé does not treat like dirt:

First, Miss Bustier. Chloé is more respectful to her than she is to other adults, and clearly likes her (as evidenced in Zombiezou when she wanted to give her a present); but I think the fact that she’s her teacher and therefore is expected to keep a certain professional distance is enough to keep her from wanting to push her away, if that makes sense.

Next, Adrien. We know that the two of them have been friends since they were toddlers. We also know that Adrien had a lonely, isolated childhood. And that, I think, is the crucial reason why Chloé is never mean to him. Nowadays, I’m sure her crush on him comes into it, especially since he has other friends now. But when they were younger, she knew he was as reliant on her friendship as she was on his. And therefore he was the one person she could be certain would never leave her.

Now to Ladybug. As we all know, prior to season three, Ladybug was Chloé’s idol. The reasons for this are never explicitly stated, but I reckon it’s because Ladybug is universally adored and admired, and Chloé knows full well that she’s hated: “I have no reason to be here. Nobody likes me; I have no friends; I’m useless.” She clearly didn’t want to become a superhero in order to do the right thing, or otherwise she wouldn’t have deliberately jeopardised the Metro train; instead she craves the admiration, and we know she became Queen Bee in response to Audrey dismissing her and offering Marinette the chance of a lifetime. (Only now noticed she actually has tears in her eyes in this moment; see the picture below.) The fact she wanted to be Queen Bee for the wrong reasons is greatly criticised by the people who don’t like her, but it just makes me feel more sorry for her.

(With regard to the ‘I have no friends’ thing, I always thought of that as an odd thing for her to say, because of Adrien and Sabrina. I’m still not one hundred percent certain on why she says this, but I don’t think it’s because she’s trying to get Ladybug to feel sorry for her. At least in that moment, she clearly believes it.)

Becoming a superhero was a dream come true for her, so when she started to realise that Ladybug was neglecting her in favour of other superheroes, it’s no wonder she was hurt. As usual with Chloé, it showed itself in anger. When Ladybug actually explains to her that she can’t give her the bee Miraculous back, and why, I now think Chloé reacted the way she did because she felt like, once again, she was being abandoned. This time by her idol.

I’m not saying this excuses her eventually accepting Hawk Moth’s offer, but I do think it explains it better than Chloé just having a tantrum over not being a superhero anymore. When Hawk Moth (very manipulatively) says “You’re Ladybug’s biggest fan. You’ve helped her. You’ve trusted her. And what has she done for you in return?” Chloé responds, “Nothing! She couldn’t care less about me!” Which is not true, and Chloé should have known this, because Ladybug specifically told her that not giving the Miraculous back was “for your own safety”. But Chloé’s response says, to me, that she felt betrayed. Feelings of abandonment are not necessarily rational. Back in Miraculer, when she said “I understand,” I think she was trying really hard to accept Ladybug’s explanation. I do. But she clearly was hurt, as evidenced by ripping up the photo of her and Ladybug and saying she didn’t want to pretend to be her anymore when playing with Sabrina. Then time went on, and then Ladybug chose Ryuko when it was Chloé’s own parents that had been akumatized, and that was just the last straw. She forgot what Ladybug had said, and she forgot all the times before that when Ladybug had helped her, out of feeling personally rejected.

When I’d written all of this out and went back to the episodes to check the accuracy of my quotes, I was much closer to crying than I had ever been watching those moments.

If this is canon, then it gives me hope, because I don’t see how the writers can not give her the redemption she needs. If her abandonment issues are addressed/dealt with, if she finds people who accept and care about her no matter what she’s done (I’m looking at Jean and Miss Bustier here—possibly Adrien, but I think it might take him a while to forgive her considering he and Ladybug were personally hurt by her actions), I think she could actually change for the better on a more permanent basis.

As I’ve written this post, I’ve come to believe more and more in my conclusion. Really, now I think about Chloé in this light, I don’t blame the writers for what they did. As destructive to Chloé’s development as it seems, it was a logical and in-character plot direction. Hawk Moth had already taken advantage of knowing Queen Bee’s identity to distract her during Heroes’ Day; there was no way he would pass up on using it against her again. He knows Chloé personally and was able to press all the right buttons to tap into her unresolved issues. What happened wasn’t just foreshadowed in Miraculer; it was probably inevitable. But that doesn’t mean Chloé can’t come back from it.

I’ve also said before and I’ll say it again; Chloé was fated to be Queen Bee, and I don’t believe that was because her destiny was to betray Ladybug and Cat Noir. I’m starting to think that she’ll be the key to the heroes’ eventual victory. Perhaps because Hawk Moth now sees her as an ally (or at the very least a pawn he can manipulate), she’ll be able to use that against him in the end. So Miracle Queen had to happen in order for them to win.

I hope this proves hopeful to everyone else who felt let down by the season three finale.

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ayanna-wild · 5 years

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Heartbeat

Word Count: 1686

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death,

A/N: I haven't been on tumblr in a while I apologize for that, so here is some angst, and ai promise to be on more!

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Summary: Cursed by God, loved by the Devil, and destined to die.

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"Lucifer!"

Lucifer stopped walking, looking around for a moment until he saw you on the other side of the street. You waited patiently for the light to change before jogging across the street.

"I'm beginning to think you may be stalking me darling." He teased.

"Of course I am, someone has to keep an eye on you." You joked.

Lucifer smiled until he saw the hospital bracelet on your wrist. You noticed his smile fall and followed his gaze.

"Just a doctor's appointment." You assured him.

Your smile didn't falter and he nodded slowly.

"Did you just finish that case with Chloe?"

He knew you were trying to change the subject but chose to ignore that.

"Yes, the butler did it, rather mundane and cliche if you ask me. I believe your sister figured it out before me though." Lucifer waved a hand dismissively.

Chloe was your older sister, by only a few years, but was still viciously protective of you. You had always been...less than healthy, for a lack of better wording, and as such Chloe tended to be a little overbearing at times. You loved her regardless and it never bothered you much. You and Lucifer walked side by side, you weren't really sure where you going, just following him.

"Isn't it always the butler? I'm sure you've seen a lot of things during your centuries roaming earth." You laughed.

When Lucifer first told you he was the devil, it wasn't like he was keeping it a secret, your reaction hadn't been exactly what he expected. You didn't laugh and roll your eyes, you didn't call him crazy or brush him off. You simply said 'ok' and left it at that. You didn't disagree and you didn't try to disprove it, you merely accepted it as truth. After that Lucifer had grown very close to you and you to him.

"How did the appointment go then my dear? Good news?"

Lucifer watched your reaction carefully, noting the subtle way your shoulders sagged a little. If he blinked he would have missed it, you were back to smiling within a few seconds.

"Yeah, like I said just a routine check up is all." You shrugged.

"Trying to lie to the devil? You even thought it might work, honesty darling, the audacity!" Lucifer feigned shock and you rolled your eyes playfully shoving him.

Your phone chimed, and you glanced down at it. Your fingers tapped at the screen for a few moments before you looked back up at Lucifer.

"Chloe just invited me over for dinner, but I'll see you tomorrow Luc." You said.

He was about to reply when you suddenly tugged on his shirt. He stood there in stunned silence when you gave him a quick peck on the lips and started walking away. Lucifer was still processing what just happened when he heard your voice again.

"I got tired of waiting for you to do it you idiot!" You called over your shoulder.

"Lucifer!"

There was your voice again, saying his name in a way that made him want to smile. He turned to face you as you walk down the stairs of Lux. Your smile faltered when you saw Lucifer's disheveled appearance.

"Are you drunk?"

He laughed and lifted his empty glass in the air slightly.

"No, that pesky supernatural metabolism of mine tends to get in the way. Doesn't stop me for trying though, care to join me my dear?"

You pulled the bottle away from him, and he sighed walking around the bar to grab another one. You grabbed that one from his hands as well, flashing him a cheeky smile when he glared at you.

"Are you going to do that every time?" He growled in what he hoped was a menacing manner.

You didn't blink, your smile remained.

"Yes."

Lucifer sighed and walked out from behind the bar.

"Now isn't a good time love, maybe come back next week?"

Your eyes followed him as he stumbled over to the piano.

"It's been a week, Lucifer you haven't responded to Chloe's calls, haven't talked to me. Did I make things weird?"

He turned his head to look at you, staring at you in disbelief.

"No, of course not."

You leaned on the piano crossing your arms.

"But?"

Lucifer scoffed mindlessly playing a few keys.

"I didn't realize there was a but, to that response."

"I could tell by how your voice sounded Luci, so out with it."

He was silent, and you had almost begun to think he wouldn't answer you.

"But, you don't want to be with me, not really, I'm a monster Y/N."

It wasn't often that you got angry or even upset with him but that comment struck a nerve with you for some reason.

"I don't think you're a monster Lucifer I never have."

Lucifer stood, walking over to the bar, grabbing a bottle yet again, this time, however you didn't stop him.

"I'm the devil, darling, it comes with the title, the man responsible for humanity's sins and troubles."

His back was to you and you slammed a hand down on the bar, making him turn to face you with surprise.

"Fuck them, you aren't responsible for shit, that's on them, you aren't a monster Lucifer, so what if you're the devil, it doesn't make you evil!"

You didn't tend to raise your voice at him, and the fact that you did just now stunned him. That didn't last long though, he glared at you and your eyes widened when his face contorted into something terrifying. You stood there, unable to form any words.

"I told you I was the devil, did you not truly believe me? Perhaps you're seeing me for the monsters I am now?"

His voice was cold and you stared at him with an unreadable expression. He wasn't expecting you to grab his shirt to pull him into a kiss. You didn't hesitate, didn't hold back, there was no disgust when you kissed him. You pulled back to look at him, smiling as you fixed his shirt.

"I always believed you were the devil Luc, I just didn't care."

When your eyes met his, he saw nothing but that usual warmness in them. You looked at him with the same love and fascination you always had.

It hadn't been long after that night that he had finally asked you out properly. No one had been surprised, Dan had even lost a bet to Maze over it. Everything had been going good, your life was perfect to you, but nothing lasted forever. Your heart got worse, and your hospital visits became more frequent. Lucifer fussed over you constantly, which normally ended with you playfully scolding him about smothering you. Today was no different.

"I'm fine Lucifer! I haven't had any chest pain in weeks." You laughed as he ushered you to the couch.

He gave you a look that said he didn't believe you.

"Humor me darling." He insisted.

You sighed, but picked up your phone to schedule a doctor's appointment for tomorrow. Lucifer smiled victoriously and walked into his study while you dialed the number. People often say when everything is going good, life throws you a curve ball.

'Now? Really?'

Your chest had started to hurt, and so, you sat, breathing heavily as you waited for the pain to pass, like it normally did. Except this time, it didn't, it only grew worse. You wanted to call out to Lucifer, but you couldn't seem to get your voice to work. Your vision started to fade to black, and your head spun. You collapsed to the ground, your body slowly relaxing as you felt your heartbeat slowing. Then you felt nothing.

You never felt Lucifer, checking you for a pulse. Never felt the EMT trying to shock your heart into beating again. Never felt yourself laying in the coffin. Didn't hear the people mourning for you, or Lucifer kissing your forehead with tears in his eyes. You didn't feel it when they lowered you into the ground, and filled the hole.

Lucifer walked through the brimstone pillars of hell. Occasionally he'd stop for a moment and stare at new doors that weren't there before. One door in particular however caught his attention, it certainly wasn't there five years ago. He couldn't help himself, and walked through the door. He was surprised to find no one there but even more surprised to find it looked exactly like his penthouse.

"Lucifer."

His heart felt as though it stopped, and he stood frozen for a moment. That was your voice, saying his name just like you use to, as if you hadn't been dead for a year. He slowly turned around, to find you leaning against the bar, two glasses in front of you.

"You're late." You smiled.

He couldn't think of anything to say, couldn't understand what you were doing in Hell or why you weren't in a hell loop. You seemed to catch on to what he was thinking and held the drink out for him to take. He slowly walked over to you, accepting it.

"Heaven didn't want me, I think your dad frowned upon on our relationship." You shrugged.

Lucifer seemed to find his voice, and he stared at you as if you would disappear if he looked away.

"And Hell?"

"Well there was only one place left for me to go, but hell can't punish me because I wasn't really guilty, so it's kinda like purgatory in a way."

Lucifer smirked, and you raised an eyebrow.

"And your personal little room in hell happens to be my penthouse?"

You only smiled and walked around the bar to stand in front of him.

"I can't explain that one, but I'm not complaining."

Lucifer moved closer to you.

"You do realize this means you are stuck with me for eternity now my dear, I do hope you don't tire of me, forever is an awfully long time."

You held your glass out, clinking it against his own.

"To eternity then."

Lucifer pulled you to him making you laugh a little. You had waited so long for him to hold you in his arms again.

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dnd characters I’ll never use: player or npcs

I already shared this with my dnd playing friends but I’ll put them here too to spread the love far and wide. Disclaimer: I’m not at all experienced with dnd, these are all largely based on fun character ideas and not very rooted in stats, class stuff or tactics. Genders are of course always arbitrary and interchangeable.

Before she was a party member, she was a store clerk. Worked at a soul-sucking supermarket. Has very high persuasion, charisma and constitution. Why? Dude, she’s worked in customer service. She had to pretend to be friendly while putting up the with the worst humanity can offer. War is nothing. She’s being dragged along on this quest, but is largely apathetic. Her job has crushed her spark for good. True neutral. A bard? Maybe? It makes sense that she went to music school and ended up with a retail career.

A paladin/knight who thinks he’s Don Quixote - naive and good-hearted, a classic white knight who wants to rescue all the damsels and ride all the noble steeds. The drawback is that he’s a complete idiot. Very low wisdom and intelligence. Good combat stats, and amusingly high charisma. Probably a noble. Very green. Lawful good to the max.

A fine lady who is extremely posh, quite elderly. Lost her rich husband recently. Probably owns a poodle called Wetherby. Wields the biggest, most vicious giant axe you’ve ever seen. It’s called Verity. She is, in fact, a barbarian. Lawful neutral.

(Based on a tumblr post) This character is secretly just two gnomes stacked in a trench coat. Nobody but the DM must know. Try to keep up the facade for as long as possible. Why are they doing this stunt? Literally just fee evasion. It’s cheaper to pay for one human with very short arms than two gnomes. Obviously chaotic, neutral or good. Maybe each is a bit different.

An ex-schoolteacher who becomes the group mother. Literally. She calls the party her ‘children’. A bard, Sound-of-Music style? Or a cleric. Very patronising in the way she speaks. However, much liked. An all-rounder. Lawful good. Might make a good patron-type npc.

A bard who literally thinks life is a musical. Always singing; speaks only in song, or if she does speak, it’s in a disney-like tone - strong Giselle from enchanted vibes. Terrible stealth modifiers, because she does her own theme music like Kronk. She and the above paladin knight fall in love instantly. Nobody has ever understood either of them until now. They will definitely insist on romantic duets and a giant fancy wedding, despite not really knowing each other. Noble background; an ex actress. Lawful good.

Someone otherwise useful and skillful, perhaps a rogue or a fighter, who has a weakness of instantly falling in lust with any villain they encounter. They just have a thing for the bad guys/girls. Chaotic good, or lawful neutral.

A character who can’t seem to talk without mentioning her boyfriend, Freddie: ‘it’s just like Freddie, my boyfriend, said the other day… Back in the city, where I met my boyfriend, Freddie… damn, this monster is so tough even Freddie, my boyfriend, might not be able to kill it!’ Freddie does not, as it turns out, exist. After this is disclosed, the question is - was she lying? Does she actually think Freddie is real? Is she crazy? Or did Freddie exist, once, and some magical weirdness is going on? Who knows. The poor girl - probably a cleric or someone religiously magical - clearly has some mental shit to deal with.

A mage or sorcerer who performs magic in the style of irl kids’ magicians. They don’t actually believe in magic, and keep insisting it’s all just clever tricks and illusions. Idk enough about the magic-type classes to decide which one this would suit best - maybe a book-learned character, who thinks their entire education system was just really in-character with the whole ‘real magic’ thing. A wizard? Very lawful - so lawful they can’t conceive of a force as irrational and physics-defying as magic. Probably good.

A character who is the butler of another party member - jeeves-style, long-suffering and ever efficient. His most common line is “*sigh* very good, sir/ma’am.” It would be cool if he was a monk class character - maybe coming from a kind of ‘training temple’ for butlers, Artemis Fowl style. Has the patience of a god, the combat skills of a champion street-fighter, and makes excellent tea. Might be a good player character for someone who’s new to dnd and is coming with a friend - or rather, a good character for someone who is experienced and is bringing an inexperienced friend, whose butler they could be. The butler could then advise and cover for their inexperienced ‘master’.

A variation on the above: a character travelling with their fussy, overbearing mother or father, another obviously good one for a friend to teach their inexperienced new friend how to play.

A religious character, probably a cleric or paladin, who has an element of the creationist fangirl-religious Christianity of the midwest to her. Speaks in a texas drawl. She wears a shirt that says ‘what would [insert name of deity here] do?’ and is always singing the praises of their lord/lady and saviour, trying to convert people and reminding everyone of various rules from their holy book. Lawful neutral, because she follows the rules of the faith no matter how immoral they may be. Often burst into hymns. Everything good that happens, it was the lord’s blessing. Everything bad, it was punishment for some obscure sin. Probably had a rough background and found and adhered to this faith later in life, as a kind of religious rebirth - maybe to escape a criminal past…?

A character who is a child but has all the skill in certain areas of an adult. Very creepy, Wednesday Addams vibes. Talks like a grown up. Dark and cynical. Always underestimated. Probably a sorcerer. Neutral or maybe a tad evil. Maybe could be a halfling or something, to implement that small-cute-person stealth bonus. Occasionally takes on the performance of being a normal little girl to manipulate NPCs - fake crying to get to the front of a queue, etc.

Two PCs who are long lost siblings. The DM and the two players know this. No other players and none of the characters know - including the two characters who are related. One or both of them may know they have a lost sibling, but it is only in the course of the game that they find out who they are to each other. I feel like this would be most interesting if they were of a non human species, and of very different backgrounds and classes, and maybe different alignments.

A character who is joining the party as a tourist. He has now retired from adventuring in his homeland and travels around other lands, getting the ‘authentic local experience’ by tagging onto other people’s quests. If you’re in a steampunk-y setting or your DM will let you homebrew it a bit, it would be great if he had some kind of camera and was always snapping pictures at inappropriate times. It would be even better if some of these pictures ending up being vitally useful later in the game. Probably neutral good, probably something pretty low-key class wise. Could be joined by a tour-guide type PC.

A variation on the above: a young character who is trying to break into the adventuring career market and is tagging along on work experience, always taking notes. This might be a good one for a new and inexperienced player to help them learn without compromising their characterisation. Neutral good, any class really.

A member of a certain race who is convinced they are of another race, probably due to adoption, and will attack anyone who tries to correct her, like Ellie in ice age 2. The more physically different her ‘real’ race and her ‘adopted’ race are, the better. A warrior type, hot headed. Chaotic something. Maybe even a barbarian. Someone you would be too scared to contradict.

A case of mistaken identity - the party assume this character is someone, but later it is revealed that they are in fact just a delivery boy or a maidservant. There was a mix up, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and when the party mistook them for a powerful ally they were planning to meet, they were too awkward to correct them so they just went with it. The party shouldn’t know they aren’t who they say they are until the person reveals it, either by making enough mistakes and confessing or by being outed by someone else. An NPC or a player. Probably chaotic good. Definitely a people pleaser. Poor kid.

A ‘male’ character who is actually a woman wearing a fake moustache. She had to fake her gender to get into a prestigious all male institution - maybe a cleric or paladin, or a wizard at wizard school. Definitely a con-woman type background. Intensely good persuasion modifier so that people genuinely believe she is a man as soon as the moustache goes on. Other players may or may not know her real gender from the start. Chaotic good.

An adventuring couple who have decided to spend their honeymoon, or second honeymoon, fighting and killing with the rest of the party. Fighters or another physical-combat-heavy class. Good. Full of romantic stories about people they beheaded together and times they almost died together. Bonus points if they have, are having or have had an adventuring child too - the kind who was already wielding a tiny knife in the cradle. Good for couples who play together, and good if one partner is just teaching the other to play, so they can stick together and help them.

A druid who has spent her last ten years in animal form. She has now almost forgotten how to be a person. Still forgets she isn’t an animal sometimes. Lots of animalistic mannerisms and slip ups - trying to fly, using the wrong body language, etc. She’s just very frazzled by everything right now, so please just go easy on her, okay? She’s trying her best to readjust.

A pirate woman who sailed with an all-female pirate crew on a ship with a massively misandristic name. She’s almost definitely gay and very much a bitch to men. Sailor-pirate background, probably a simple fighter, chaotic neutral af. Bonus points if she was the captain. Double bonus points if she was the captain because she engineered a mutiny and is now constantly afraid of finding her jilted ex captain (and possibly also her ex lover) hot on her heels. More bonus points if she is a very butch, bearded dwarf lady.

Champion athlete who turned their particular sporting prowess to a life of adventure, because of some event that befell them - maybe a medal winning runner’s hometown was sacked, and their swiftness allowed them to save forty children before the fires reached the school. Or maybe a record-breaking swimmer was the sole survivor of a flood that wiped out their people and now they have to get by on nothing but their wits and their abnormally massive deltoids. Obviously good stats relating to their sport. Class will depend on the sport too. You could get really creative with sports lauded amongst different races, eg. a dragonborn who was the world champion at distance fire-breathing.

(Based in a tumblr post) A bard whose main attack is Vicious Mockery. Super chaotic neutral, they focus on almost nothing else, just developing this one skill until they can practically just kill with a single insult. Their main driving motivation or goal is to eventually find a certain person - maybe a powerful and abusive parent figure or a hated tyrant, someone who did evil to them or their people - and just fucking obliterate them with the perfect, all-destroying insult, which they hope to have composed by the time they meet this person.

The youngest son of a king or ruler with like twelve children, so far from inheriting the throne nobody knew what to do with him and he ended up being tossed from institution to institution, being kicked out and kicked out until he joined the current party (or an institution the party are working with if he’s an NPC). He’s pretty dumb, with no education, essentially raised by castle servants and never learning a thing about politics. Probably a fighter. Low intelligence, good alignment. All is well, until, uh oh, all his twelve brothers die at once and he is suddenly expected to be king. What do? Help me, more intelligent party members!

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