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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

—CHAPTER TEN

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: swearing and just angst.

Notes: Yayy! An update after being gone for a month or so lmao XD but anywho, heaven and back would be updated next week, I'm still finishing the chapter up lol.

Second notes: incase if you haven't seen the Azrael fanart my friend did for me, here's the link~! And also, did you know we have a discord server? Here's the link to it:3 come and join, everyone is friendly<3 and if you're already part of the server, come and say hi too:D

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PART ONE I PART NINE | PART ELEVEN | NAVIGATION

Michael lets out a deep exhale once he finally hears the door to [Y/n]'s room clicked as he closes it. He was beyond worried when he heard the news of what happened to her. He blamed himself for being the cause of her passing out, if only he didn't send her down there then she would've been fine.

Michael leans against [Y/n]'s door, running a hand through his soft blond locks, eyes closed as he sighs.

Unaware of the approaching dark haired taller male.

Azrael's eyebrow raised as he noticed the blond man scrunched against [Y/n]'s door, seemingly in deep thought.

Azrael heard what happened and he immediately rushed back to heaven after his work, he was worried sick for the woman.

He sighs, although he didn't show it. His charming and mischievous face remains unchanged as he approaches the door.

“Michael, didn't expect to see you today.” Azrael says, his usual teasing and sultry voice catching Michael's attention.

Michael's head raised up—previously hung low—to look at the source of the voice, only to see Azrael in his deathly glory.

“I heard what happened so I immediately came here to check up on her, especially knowing she went down there and possibly saw him.” Michael explained and Azrael fought back the urge to roll his eyes at the man.

“Still wondering why you chose her to go down there, I was willing to take the load off her shoulders.”

Michael sighs, running a hand through his light blond hair, he doesn't get paid enough for this.

“I know and I suggested it to her right? To do the rock-paper-scissors game again after she lost but she was determined to take the case and I needed to respect that, she was fully prepared to go down there.” Michael explained, exhaustion evident on his voice. He was confused too, worried even. He can only believe God's words, the man sees everything—the past, present, and future.

He can only trust his judgement despite how it pains him to see [Y/n] suffer.

Azrael sighs, stuffing both of his hands in the pocket of his pants. Decided not to further question the man and possibly aggravate both of them.

Fights between Virtues are close to non-existent, but never zero. Arguments can be dangerous for powerful heavenly beings such as themselves.

“I shall not question you further, I'll hand you my reports later this evening so for now, excuse me.” Azrael says with a sigh, walking past Michael as he knocked on [Y/n]'s door before entering.

The door closed with a click. Michael was alone in that hallway after, with a sigh and finally drooping his heavy shoulders, he walked away.

For someone to be God's right hand man, he doesn't know anything. He has no choice but to place his trust in their heavenly father.

Who is currently away to a place they don't know.

‘What a mess,’ Michael thought to himself, the worried expression on his face disappearing as it was replaced with his usual cold and aloof facial expression that he is known for, shoulders straightening up, his footsteps fading as he disappeared from the hallway.

[Y/n] was blankly staring at the ceiling as she was lying down on her bed, seemingly lost in thought.

Azrael sighs, heels clicking as he walks towards her bed, [Y/n] shifted her head to look at the sound of the noise just to see Azrael, sitting on the empty spot of the side of her bed.

She gave him a weak and tired smile.

“Are you alright? I heard what happened,” Azrael muttered, a worried look on his face, “What did I tell you about pushing yourself to the limit?”

“The audacity to say that to me with your nonexistent sleep schedule—” [Y/n] says with a teasing tone but got playfully smacked by a pillow by none other than Azrael.

“I am death, I do not need sleep.”

Azrael says with a small pout, returning back the pillow to where he got it from, crossing his arms and crossing his long and slender legs.

[Y/n] chuckled softly, moving her position to sit on the bed instead of lying down.

“I mean... You looked like death.” She says, Azrael raises his eyebrow at her.

“I don't know why but I feel offended by that statement—”

[Y/n] stares at him, almost a deadpan looking the man up and down, “Come on... You know what I mean.”

“It's the bags underneath my eyes isn't it?” he asked, deadpanning at her, “Michael has it worse, stop attacking me.”

Azrael sighs, sometimes he forgets how difficult she is.

‘Dear father, give me the strength not to end her myself. I'm just kidding, I didn't mean to say that—’

He thought to himself, letting out a long exhale as he saw the teasing grin on the girl's face.

“You're trying to distract me.” he says, eyes narrowing into a deadpan, his lips still in a pout.

“Is it working?” [Y/n] asked with a playful tone, eyebrow raised teasingly at the male.

“Unfortunately.” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, long and slender fingers weaving through the dark black locks in slight frustration.

Whenever he's with her, he sighs a lot. That's something he noticed a long time ago.

The heart palpitations he gets whenever she's near might've not been because of attraction, it's probably because of stress.

She stresses him out.

Okay, just a little bit.

Azrael sighs once more, [Y/n] resisting herself to burst out into laughter, “That's the sixth time you've sighed.” She points out, Azrael deadpans at her.

“Thank you for keeping count, I really appreciate it.” He says, playful sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“You're welcome, death.” She says, it was enough for both of them to burst into chuckles.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock was heard from her door, catching both of them off guard.

The door opens. A long dark blue haired woman can be seen standing by the door. Her hair tied into a ponytail yet her hair still reaches her waist. A serious look on her face.

Gabriel is here.

‘Oh shit.’ Azrael thought to himself, a shiver running down his back.

The room suddenly felt colder with the woman's presence. Something that often happens whenever Gabriel is in the room.

“Gabriel... Hi—” [Y/n] says nervously, getting cut off.

“Save it Raphael, Azrael please leave.” Gabriel says, voice dripping with icy coldness.

Gabriel, known as God's messenger; she handles reports that are needed to be passed around between realms.

It is natural that the news of Raphael collapsing would immediately reach her.

She can never understand what [Y/n] sees in Lucifer, sure she can see the vision but after what happened and what he did to [Y/n].

She gets the ick.

When the meeting about Sera and Adam's actions were held and the meeting also included about this 'Hazbin Hotel proposed by none other than Lucifer's daughter.

Someone needs to oversee it.

Unfortunately, [Y/n] lost the game that decides that.

The other members thought it was a bad idea but [Y/n] insists, saying that it's fair.

She doesn't want them to baby her. She wants to prove to them that she's okay.

Gabriel was beyond worried, [Y/n] is like a little sister to her despite their ages being so close to each other.

She trusts [Y/n], she can't trust Lucifer.

She couldn't trust the man who abandoned his wife for another woman.

Especially when she learned that Lilith left Lucifer.

It made Gabriel smile when she found out.

Qui totum vult totum perdit, as she always says.

Which translates to, ‘he who wants everything, loses everything.’

Michael usually refutes it with an, ‘Omnia causa fiunt.’

Which translates to, everything happens for a reason.

She doesn't understand Michael sometimes, despite knowing the man for many eons now.

She supposed Michael has some secrets to hide as the heavenly father's right hand man.

She couldn't imagine the burden he's carrying but then again, everyone in the seven virtues has something to hide.

She hums to herself, her mind returning what she was previously thinking.

What was she talking about again?

Oh, Lucifer.

Lucifer got greedy, he lost both of his wives in the process.

What differs him from the first man then?

Nothing.

After all, he is the embodiment of the sin of pride.

He is prideful, arrogant, and greedy.

Not much of a difference between him and Adam, except for how they show their arrogance.

Lucifer became blind when given the opportunity to act upon his God forsaken dreams.

Gabriel grimaced at the thought. The very dreams that doomed humanity.

With that blindness, he lost everything in the process.

As what he deserves.

Gabriel wonders why can't [Y/n] see that a man is willing to go on his knees to worship her?

Azrael, the angel of death.

The virtue of humility. Despite Azrael's slight narcissistic personality, the man knows how to be humble.

Despite the popular belief.

The man knows how to control himself. He knows the difference between being arrogant and being proud of one's achievement.

Unlike Lucifer.

Although, Azrael is borderline to it, she won't speak about it though. Nope, nuh uh.

How funny, Lucifer the sin of pride and Azrael the virtue of humility.

Gabriel almost chuckled at the thought, ‘I supposed there are two sides of the same coin.’

With a sigh, the sounds of her heels clicking against the tiled floors came to a halt.

She stood in the hallway of the Caeles mansion, facing the door that leads to [Y/n]'s room.

She can hear [Y/n]'s muffled behind the door, along with a familiar voice of Azrael laughing. Though, muffled.

Gabriel tilts her body slightly to the side so she can gaze outside through the many windows that are in the hallway.

Dark evening blue skies are what she can see, the sun has set a few hours ago.

She's not sure, the concept of time doesn't matter to an immortal being such as her.

She turns to face the door once more, taking a deep breath as she composes herself.

Stand straight, chest up, shoulders back. Confidence.

She knocks and opens the door.

“Gabriel... Hi—” [Y/n] says nervously, getting cut off.

“Save it Raphael, Azrael please leave.” Gabriel says, voice dripping with icy coldness.

Azrael smiled nervously at [Y/n], patting the girl's head before getting up from where he was sitting—the edge or side of [Y/n]'s bed—his heels clicked on the tiled floor as he walked.

He passes by Gabriel, patting the woman on the shoulder before exiting the room.

The door clicked as it closed. [Y/n] nervously gulped.

Gabriel sighs, finally letting herself walk towards [Y/n]'s direction.

The sound of her heels clicking against the tiled floor is what [Y/n] can only hear, she plays with her thumbs nervously. Her [e/c] eyes avoiding deep dark blue ones.

“We need to talk.” She says sternly as she sits on the edge of the bed, [Y/n] sighs and nodded.

This is going to be fun. [Y/n] thought to herself, sighing mentally.

“What happened?” Gabriel asked, crossing her arms as she looked at the other female.

[Y/n] chuckled nervously, “I sorta got ambushed by evil...?”

Gabriel just stared blankly at her before deadpanning, “How—”

“It just happened okay?” [Y/n] just sighs and Gabriel just inhales and then exhales loudly.

“I don't want to continue asking about that,” Gabriel says flatly, clearly lost for words.

[Y/n] just nodded before looking away to avoid the other woman's eyes.

“Why do you insist on taking this job?” Gabriel asked, her dark blue eyes sternly looking at the [h/c] haired girl.

[Y/n] looked at the other woman in the eye, faltering slightly from the sharpness or Gabriel's dark blue ones.

“Because I just want to, what more reason do you want?” [Y/n] says nervously, avoiding Gabriel's stern and judgemental gaze.

Gabriel sighs then raises an eyebrow at her, “We know you just want to see him. It's been eons, [Y/n]. Why are you still hung up on the guy? You should move on and perhaps find someone new?” she asked her and [Y/n] avoided Gabriel's gaze and turned to look at the window near her bed, watching as the clouds passed by her window.

She sighs, “I can't, I still love him, Gabriel. After all these years my heart still yearns for him, aches, and beats for him.” she whispers softly, voice shaking and vulnerable.

Gabriel sighs, “You always let your emotions get in the way, that's the problem with you [Y/n] you don't think.” she says sternly and [Y/n] remained quiet, she knows Gabriel is right but she can't help it.

“He's just a man, [y/n].”

“A failure of an angel, he brings shame to the seraphims.”

“No, he's not.” [Y/n] refutes back yet her voice lacks resolve, it was barely a whisper.

“So what are you telling me? That this is all worth it because he's the love of your life and this was the man for you” Gabriel asked, a tinge of anger in her voice, her words sending knives to [Y/n]'s heart.

Gabriel is right and she refuses to listen.

“I don't know... He might've been.” [Y/n] answers weakly, a single tear running down her left cheek.

“This is ridiculous.” Gabriel says and [Y/n] just gave a pained laugh, “I know.” she says, she knows that.

“So there's no chance of changing your mind then?” Gabriel asked, a small scoff leaving her lips, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in slight annoyance at the thought of [Y/n] going down in hell once more.

[Y/n] nodded, Gabriel sighed and stood up from where she was sitting, “You're really an idiot, [Y/n].” Gabriel says with a small sigh, a strand of dark blue hair falling on her face. She uses her finger to tuck those strands behind her ear. Her dark blue eyes analyzing the other woman—helpless, weak, an utter fool for lowering herself for a man.

One might say the standards are in hell because of how low it is.

How ironic, amusing.

[Y/n] smiled weakly, she knows. She knows she's stupid for loving a man this much.

Yet, she can't help it. She's a fool. A fool in love with the devil, who was once an angel, who was once her loving husband.

You can never really know you love someone until they've hurt you and still think of them as the best person ever.

“Yeah, I know.” [Y/n] says with a pained smile, a bitter chuckle escaping from her plump pink lips.

Gabriel stood up from where she was sitting, walking to a nearby window that's near the edge of her bed, she stared outside the glass panel, her hands behind her back.

“Does that mean you'll be going down there again?” She asked, not bothering to look at [Y/n].

“Yeah.” [Y/n] nodded, her eyes downcast as she looked defeated. She hated herself for being like this.

“I am not stopping you, you're far too stubborn to listen anyways.” Gabriel says, voice monotone and tired.

“I know.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, a meek and powerless voice. Not wanting to agree with Gabriel but the woman is right and it hurts admitting it.

“Don't say I didn't tell you so.”

Not the first time someone told her that, and it didn't end well for her.

History repeats itself.

And as usual, it's her fault for not listening.

Azrael stood behind the door, ear pressed on the wooden door, eavesdropping.

He is aware that Gabriel can be harsh sometimes and he is also curious.

Can't say what he heard didn't break his heart.

He moves away from the door and leans against the wall, his face expressionless.

He has no reason to cry about it, he knows he had no chance.

A small smile was now on his face and a single tear slid down from his left eye, leaving a wet trail on to his pale cheek.

The door suddenly opens which prompted him to quickly wipe the tear away and composed himself.

He watches as Gabriel walks out of the door and closes the door behind her.

Dark blue eyes meeting dark black ones.

Gabriel's eyes widened ever so slightly when he saw Azrael standing and leaning on the wall near the door, “I thought you left.” she says, eyebrow raised at him.

Azrael chuckled softly, his voice smooth and sweet yet had a tinge of slight bitterness.

“I was curious what you girls were talking about, curiosity kills the cat indeed.” he says with a slight humor in his voice.

Gabriel's eyes softened slightly, “Are you okay?” she asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Azrael shakes his head, “No, but I will be eventually.” he says with a small sigh, “Perhaps I should start moving on, besides, I'm starting to get interested in a certain someone.” he murmured, a mischievous grin on his face as remembered a certain archangel who is the acting celestial scribe to the book of life.

“Is it Michael?” she asked and Azrael gave her a disgust and flabbergasted expression, a hand over his chest.

“Excuse me?” he says, dumbfounded, “I may swing both ways but he isn't my type.” he says flatly, Gabriel gave him a side eye.

“Really? I swear both of you have this weird tension. The younglings say they 'ship' you and you two are the perfect representation of old man yaoi whatever that means.”

Azrael almost choked on air, what the fuck? Where did those angels even learn those words—

“Gabriel, what the fuck?”

Gabriel chuckles, nudging the male's shoulder, “I am just kidding.” she says with a teasing tone before humming to herself, “Metatron was it? I barely interact with them nor see them often. They're like Michael but worse, they're usually near father at all times to help him write the book of life so we barely see them in public.” she deadpans before looking at Azrael, “Since you are the angel of death, I supposed you see them often. I can just imagine you annoying them every time you're with them.” she says flatly.

Azrael chuckles, “Indeed, they're rather interesting but for now, I'll resolve my personal issues before acting upon my interest in them.”

“Good. Go to therapy.” Gabriel says, her lips pressed in a thin line as she looked at Azrael with a deadpan expression.

Azrael pouted a little.

“But I no no wanna...” he whined dramatically with a small laugh as he began to follow Gabriel as they walked away from [Y/n]'s room, the click of their heels slowly faded away as they slowly disappeared from the room.

Meanwhile,

“Dad, are you okay?” Charlie asked softly, her father staring outside his bedroom window, a lost look on his face.

Charlie was outside the door during her father and her supposed half brother arguing.

She wanted to come inside the room and try to calm both men down, but when she heard Xavier's voice as he talked to their father.

Charlie could hear eons of rage and utter pain in the boy's voice.

It stopped her from intervening, a voice in her mind kept telling her, ‘Don't. He needs this.’

Even if their father was the receiver of those harsh words.

She might not fully know nor understand the pain and suffering Xavier went but when she looked at the boy's [e/c] eyes, she was able to see utter sadness despite the blank expression on his face.

Lucifer was just blankly staring outside the window, his eyes fixated on the outside world but his mind somewhere, lost and drowning in his own self hate.

He hated it. He was not prepared. He was not prepared to see an almost exact replica of himself to arrive at his daughter's doorstep.

He was not prepared to see an exact replica of him filled with anger and sadness.

Seeing Xavier with his own two eyes, he was able to understand a bit of what the boy went through.

And he was the cause of it.

He regretted the things he has done, especially on how he treated [Y/n].

He was young—no, he was stupid. Just stupid.

Nothing can excuse his actions. He was an idiot and a fool.

[Y/n] was there for him, she was his best friend and he treated her like that.

Like a doll he discarded once he got bored.

He was wrong on how he treated her.

He should've done that, he should've loved her properly, treated her properly.

He should've been Xavier's father, the father that the boy needed and the father that the boy could trust.

Not someone he looks at with so much anger.

Terrifying, Xavier's rage reminded him of his own when he fell from grace.

Though, the reasons are highly different.

He loves [Y/n], he still does.

He realized that he still does in fact love the woman when he was separated from her for many, many years.

He would often call out to her without thinking, then remembering ‘Oh, she's not here.’

Falling from grace was enough to slap some sense into him.

He treated an amazing woman like her like garbage.

He's really an asshole.

Lilith cannot compare to [Y/n], he can't remember how many times [Y/n]'s name slips from his lips whenever he argues with Lilith.

It created distance between them.

Lilith couldn't take it anymore and left him.

He was left alone to wallow in self pity. He was left alone to mourn for the woman he left to suffer in her heartbreak which he caused.

He mourned his first love, he mourned his first son.

Which he doesn't deserve to do, considering that it should be the opposite.

To Xavier, he's a dead man. To [Y/n], he's a nobody.

Charlie watches her father with an unreadable expression on her, her hand outstretched as if to reach him but it hesitated midway. Shaking and unsure.

“Dad...?” she softly calls out again, her voice echoing despite the ringing in Lucifer's ears. His daughter's voice sounds like it's echoing in the four corners of his hotel room.

Suffocating. It felt like he was trapped in his own mind. His mistakes echoed like a siren's call to him. Teasing him.

He felt cold. He felt numb.

Snap. Everything stopped. The ringing stopped.

Though, his heart is beating erratically against his ribcage, like a monster threatening to get out of its prison.

He felt utterly numb.

His eyes are scanning his room, gentle streaks of light filtering through the glass panel of his windows giving his room a reddish like hue.

With a deep shaky sigh, he turned around and faced his daughter, his hand gripping his cane clenched ever so slightly.

“Charlie, dear... I would like to be alone at the moment.” he says, hesitantly. Voice quivering in each syllable, each word filled with the regrets of his past and present. Weighing him down.

Charlie's eyes widened ever so slightly before giving her father a small reassuring smile, “Oh! Of course... Excuse me...” she says giving him a small bow before turning around on her heels to walk towards the door. She paused, took a deep breath before looking at her father through her shoulder.

“If you need me, I'll be somewhere around the hotel. I'll always be here for you, dad.” she says with a small smile before turning around once more, twisting the doorknob open and walks out of the door.

The door clicked to a close when she was gone.

Lucifer's tensed shoulders loosened as it drops, a small frown on his beautiful face.

A single tear slips past his eye, the droplet sliding down on his left cheek, leaving a trail on his soft and pale yet rosy cheek.

“I know.” he whispered before a choked sob escaped his lips.

He can feel the stinging sensation around his eyes, vision blurring as tears mess up his sense of sight.

He can feel his legs buckling as if it struggled to carry the weight of his mistakes that he's carrying on his shoulders.

It gave out as he was now on the floor, small sobs could be heard from, his sobs bouncing on the walls of his room, mocking him.

“Why am I crying? I don't deserve to cry. I don't deserve to cry after what I had done.” he says choking on his words, shoulders shaking, trembling.

He hugged himself in an attempt to comfort himself, yet he was met with painful memories of when [Y/n] used to hold him when he was crying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” he repeated to himself, rocking back and forth on where he was kneeling like a sinner.

Begging for her forgiveness, yet his repentance can't be heard from her.

‘It's all my fault, it's all my fault.’ thinking these words were like a stab to the heart because it is true.

With his last bit of energy, he lies down on the cold tiled floor. His white suit a pop of color to the redness all around him, his cheeks pressed against the tiles as tears continue to slide down on his pale skin and on to the floor.

“Over, I can't believe it's over, I can't believe the love I lived, to show some other day...” he quietly sang, his voice raspy from all the crying he shifts to let his body face the ceiling, his eyes staring blankly at the chandeliers.

“Listen, I hope that you can hear me...” he sang, propping his elbows on the floor to lift himself up into a kneeling position, his hands trembling, voice cracking with emotions, “As I kneel down and pray with the love I meant to say...” he sang softly, his voice beautiful yet filled with unexplainable regret.

“Shadows, you took away the shadows...”

“Before my life was black and white, though tonight the room's gone gray.”

She was the light of his life, his life was monotone before she came, she was a splash of color to the black and white of his so-called life.

“Golden, all the love you gave was golden,” he sang softly, [Y/n]'s bright smiling face flashes into his mind, a smile that brought so much warmth and happiness into his life, “Golden, I would gladly pay, to show the love I meant to say...”

“Oh, music you made me hear, such music,”

“Silly Lucifer, don't take our elder's words to heart! Their ancient beliefs can't possibly understand your amazing ideas!” [Y/n]'s words echo in his mind, for a brief moment, he could see [Y/n] smiling and giggling at him, her long white dress fluttering against the wind.

His eyes widened when the figment of his imagination of [Y/n] slowly fades away, his eyes widened in fear as he attempted to lift himself up from the floor, his hands outstretched in hopes of reaching her.

Only to grip on to nothing.

“Without you here to guide me, I feel as though I'll fly away...” he muttered, his voice continuing to break as tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

Droplets of his tears falling into the floor, his reflection mirrored into the small puddle of his pain.

“S-sorry,” his voice breaks even more, a simple word that is too late to say, too heavy to speak with his own lips. The very words he wants to say to her.

“Sorry, that's the word I want to sing to you,”

He took a deep shaky breath, his wine red like eyes tired and dull, eyes puffy and red after all the crying he had done, “The other word is stay, to hear the love I meant to say.” he softly sang, small hiccups can be heard.

He's really an idiot.

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To Build A Dream (Lucifer x fem!Angel OC) Chapter 2: Training

Chapter 1

Rating: explicit

Warning: This chapter includes depictions of sexual violence and mental abuse which may be upsetting for some readers.

Hours passed before Adam finished tormenting me. He threw me to the floor, straightening his robes with a laugh before he began barking orders at Lute. Lucifer had long since fallen to his knees on the floor, staring in silent, abject horror. He had screamed himself hoarse, promising anything Adam wanted if he just let me go, but his distress seemed to be exactly what Adam wanted. My arms and legs trembled, I couldn’t even stand, my tears dried on my cheeks. Everything hurt; I was covered in blood, sweat, and seed, and I just had to sit there and accept it. Hesitantly, I finally looked down at my hand. The previously gray sigil was saturated gold and outlined in red. Something moved in the corner of my vision, and I flinched hard, curling in on myself more. Lucifer had been reaching out to touch me, but seemed to think better of it and instead backed away, shaking.

“... I … I’m so sorry …” He whispered. Adam and Lute abruptly stopped talking, looking over at us instead.

“Are you still here?” Adam smirked, grabbing my upper arm. “Go home, bitch. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

I shakily looked up at him. “...T- Tomorrow?”

He nodded, an evil grin on his mask. “Your training starts tomorrow. I’ve arranged everything; you’re going to be one of my exorcists.”

“... I … I don’t know what that means, but I will not-”

Adam pulled me closer, cutting me off with a conspiratorial whisper; “you’d rather everyone in heaven know that your soulmate is fallen? What would your friends say?”

I blinked a bit. I hadn’t had a chance to process this, I certainly wasn’t ready for the rest of heaven to know. Adam must have seen what he wanted to see on my face, because he nodded, shoving me back a bit. “My office, first light. Don’t be late.”

I shakily summoned a portal, falling through the floor and directly into my living room.

Months passed. My weapons training was incredibly unpleasant; I was meant to create, not destroy. My new position as an exorcist was entirely contrary to my nature. But as difficult as the physical training was, the mental conditioning was far, far worse. The first several weeks of exorcist training were with Adam directly. Every day he started by reminding me of my position. If anyone found out who my soulmate was, I would be cast out. I had to blend in, to hide amongst those who would have me. He gave me gloves to hide my mark, and wasn't I fortunate that he cared so deeply for me? I had to defend heaven, to cull the growing horde of Sinners. I must obey, no matter what. I was very lucky. Adam was kind. Adam was generous. I must obey him.

When he felt I had taken to his lessons well enough, he finally let me stay with the other exorcists. He said they would toughen me up, teach me their ways. Their training was even more intense than Adam’s; I must not disappoint them in the coming battle. I went to bed bloodied and beaten every night, but slowly I got stronger. One day, when I had been among the exorcists for several months, Adam called me to his office.

He grinned, seeing me bow without being prompted. “Dagny, there you are. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yes, Sir?”

He rested his chin on his hand. “Do you know the story of Eden?”

Every young angel is taught the story of Eden, he didn't have to ask. He just wanted to hear it. “Yes Sir … The Divine made you, and Lilith, but she was seduced by another, jealous of your love. He was cast out, all evidence of him removed from heaven, and she was deluded enough to follow him, so Eve was made in replacement. You two were happy, but the Fallen One would not be sated. He returned to Eden, whispering lies in her ear, and compelled her to betray you, and heaven.”

He nodded. “Exactly. And now, that sick fuck has a soulmate … You know, me finding you sure was a stroke of luck. After all, if someone else recognized that sigil, who knows where you’d be now…”

I nodded, smiling softly. “Yes Sir. Thank you for protecting me.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty great. And I’m sure it bothers him, knowing you’re here with me. But … you weren’t exactly on your best behavior, when he found out, were you?” His grin fell away, turning into a disappointed frown. “You resisted me. Even though I was just trying to help you…”

I swallowed the stone forming in my throat, trying not to quake. “... I … I’m sorry, Adam….”

“I suppose I can forgive you … if …”

“... If?”

“... Well, that fucking clown stole two wives from me … seems to me, we’re not even yet.” He raised an eyebrow. “You could help me. Like I’ve helped you.”

“... Y- you want to …”

“I’d like you to show him where your loyalties lie. You can do that for me, babe, can’t you?~” He smiled gently at me, reaching out to stroke my cheek.

I slowly nodded, smiling weakly. “Of course, Adam. … Anything.”

He grinned, patting my cheek gently. “Good girl. I knew I could count on you. I’ve called him to a meeting this afternoon. You’ll wait outside until you’re called, and then … we'll make him pay.”

I nodded, smiling for him. He sent me away, and I managed to maintain my composure until I got outside. I pressed myself against a wall, shakily gasping for breath. Adam is good. Adam is kind. I must obey. I repeated my lessons to myself, trying desperately to get myself under control.

The time came and I waited in front of the door to the Embassy in Hell. Adam was inside, with Lucifer. I wasn't sure exactly how Adam intended to 'make him pay', but I was certain I wouldn't enjoy it. I took a deep breath, mentally locking my personhood behind a steel door in my mind. For the purposes of this meeting, I was just one of Adam's exorcists. Whatever he wanted, I would do, and then it would be over, and I wouldn't have to do this again. I could get through this.

The door opened, and I stepped inside, approaching the pair. Lucifer's eyes widened as he took in my new appearance. I wore an exorcists' uniform, but since I hadn't been named a full member of the team yet I didn't have a mask. My hair had been chopped short in a blunt bob, and I wore the black leather gloves Adam had given me. Lucifer’s eyes landed on my hand and narrowed in displeasure. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to reach out for me again as I walked straight past him to Adam.

“There's my good girl~” he purred, taking my hand with a squeeze. He pulled me in and I fell to my knees at his feet. “Did you miss me, kitten?”

I flushed brightly, slowly nodding. “Yes, … I- I did…”

He smirked a bit, stroking my hair. “Why don't you show me how much you missed me?”

I nodded again, not sure what he wanted until he pulled open his robes. Oh… that. I leaned forward, grasping his cock with a shaky hand. Lucifer growled softly behind me, and I could feel him staring at the back of my head.

“... What in the fuck do you think you're doing?”

Adam smirked, stroking my hair. He tried to sound disinterested, but it didn't really work. “Oh, you're still here. What were you saying?”

“Stop that! You made your point the first time!”

“Point?” Adam gripped my hair a bit, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from whimpering. I tried to focus on getting him off as quickly as possible. Maybe if I did well enough he'd let me go soon. “What point? I'm just enjoying my girl here~”

“Your girl?” Lucifer's enraged, demonic voice rang out behind me, echoing my own disgust. An unfamiliar feeling welled up in my chest. I shouldn't like that terrifying, possessive tone. He's the devil, and he felt like he had some kind of right to me because of a stupid drawing on my hand! I shouldn't want that. But something in me really did like the idea. Dismissing the feeling as a hormone driven pull toward my soulmate, I continued to stroke Adam, just staring at the wall behind him.

Adam smirked a bit, pulling me closer. “That's right. My girl. She chose me. Isn't that right, precious?”

I slowly looked up at him, trembling slightly. I hesitantly nodded, biting my lower lip. “... Y- yes, Adam.”

Lucifer growled something at Adam, but I stopped paying attention. His voice was just background noise, everything was. I wasn't real, none of this was real. That was my body in the room, but I wasn't there anymore. Everything was static, until Adam ejaculated on my face and I was brought harshly back to myself. Disgusted, I ran my hand across my face, removing the spilled seed. With a flick it hit the floor, and I carefully stood up.

“... If you don't need anything else from me, I think I'll -”

“Yeah, go. See you tonight, babe~” Adam smacked my ass, smirking, and I made my way across the room.

“... You don't have to put up with this!” I froze at the door, slowly turning to look back at the King of Hell. Horns had erupted out of his skull, his serpentine halo staring me down. His hands were balled into fists at his sides and he was trembling as he spoke; “you are my soulmate! I will find a way to save you!”

“... Adam has saved me, from you.” I turned on my heel and let the door slam shut behind me.

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(Lucifer's POV)

She hated me. And worse, she was right to. Why would she want a Fallen soulmate, after all? I could only be a source of shame and pain for her. But as much as she hated me, she obviously hated Adam more. She had to, given what he had been doing to her this whole time, right? He was using her, hurting her to hurt me! It was the worst kind of cruelty; she was innocent! How his behavior didn’t land him in my kingdom, I would never understand. Maybe the Divine just didn’t want to leave the First Man under my purview.

Dagny. The new day. The Divine was not known for their sense of humor; it couldn’t just be some sick joke. The morningstar predicates the dawn, we are intrinsically linked. Of course she came into my life millennia after I had given up on the idea that He might one day see fit to bless me. After I fell. After the love I’d had with Lilith, and the crushing devastation of realizing she had left us. Of course my soulmate is in heaven, apparently a perfectly ordinary angel, made centuries after I was cast into the pit. But what could it mean? Did she represent my chance for salvation, or was I her doom?

For almost a year, I was consumed by questions. The extermination came, and for the first time I actually went out in the middle of it. Adam had said he would make Dagny an exorcist, and though I knew it was crazy, I hoped I’d run into her. If I just saw her, actually in front of me, not a holographic image of her, I knew I’d be able to save her from him. When soulmates met for the first time, there was always an intense urge to stay together. Our meeting had been unorthodox, but the pull was still there. It would be that much more intense when we finally met in person. I just had to find her, and Adam would never hurt her again. I would figure out what happened next once she was safe.

I never did find her, and the anticipation that had fluttered in my stomach throughout the evening turned into a bitter, agonizing emptiness. Her sigil glistened on my hand; gold lines crossing elegantly back and forth, all outlined in red. It wasn’t unheard of for a mates-mark to be more than one color, but it was uncommon. Gold, suggesting that we were two parts of a whole, each other’s lifeblood even. And the red … our bond would be intense. If it weren’t for the gold core, I might worry; red could represent a volatile relationship. But gold marks always meant the strongest of bonds.

The extermination came to a close, and I slunk back to my home. The manor was so terribly quiet since Lilith left us, doubly so when Charlie moved out. I could ignore it in my office. Lilith hadn’t liked the chaos in there, and didn’t let Charlie spend much time there either, so it was like nothing had changed. I settled in to work on something, anything that would keep my mind busy.

Just as I was really getting going, I received a summons from Heaven. Another meeting. I couldn't bear to go; what if Adam brought Dagny again? Something told me he treated her worst when I was around. But maybe, if I sent Charlie instead, she would be ok.

I hated to ask, Charlie and I barely spoke, and I felt like such a jerk calling just to ask her to go to meetings for me. But maybe it would be better this way. It was certainly worth a try. I pulled out my phone, took a deep breath, and placed the call.

“Dad?” Charlie finally picked up.

“Hey! Charlie, there you are! Hey, I was hoping you could go to a meeting for me? It's with the exorcist leader, and I just … I'm super busy today…” The duck I had been tinkering with stared up at me, judging me.

“Yeah I can totally-”

“Great! Thanks Charlie, you know where the embassy is?”

“Yeah, I'll head over right away!”

“Great. Just, uh … let me know what happens, yeah?”

“Ok!” She hung up, and I slouched against my desk. I had to believe everything would be better with Charlie going rather than me. If Dagny was there, Adam wouldn't torture her if I didn't show up. Right?

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To Build A Dream (Lucifer x fem!Angel OC) Chapter 1: First Glance

Summary: Dagny was created in heaven to be a Builder. But she feels rather superfluous; most Builders are paired with a single Dreamer, creating the things they dream up for heaven and earth. Instead, Dagny is assigned to assist with other angel's projects. What's more, while everyone else has a vibrant mate's mark, hers remains dull gray. She doesn't know who's sigil sits on her hand, just that she has given up on meeting them. But when she runs into an unusually gruff angel who claims she might know who her soulmate is, she can't resist the idea of finally meeting this person. Rating: Explicit

Chapter 2

Warning: This chapter includes depictions of sexual violence which may be upsetting to some readers.

I was made to be a builder. Some angels were dreamers, concocting beautiful things for heaven or for earth, and some of us built the things the divine deemed worth bringing about. Usually, a builder and a dreamer would be paired up, working together always. They were usually soulmates, in fact, but that wasn't a requirement for being assigned to work together. I was not so fortunate, in fact I seemed to be superfluous. Instead of being paired with a dreamer, I was assigned to assist other builders when their dreamer's projects proved too complex for a single builder to manage in a reasonable amount of time. But that was unusual, so most of my days were spent running errands for my fellow builders. I didn't mind too much though, because it meant I had time to work on my personal projects.

I lived my life in heaven, quite content even without a soulmate. All angels had one, supposedly, but in the hundreds of years I'd lived, I still hadn't run across mine. An unfamiliar sigil sat on the back of my hand, like some kind of gray tattoo. Everyone else I knew had vibrant colors there -supposedly indicating the type of relationship you would have with your soulmate, but hueology was no more plausible than astrology or numerology-, but mine remained stubbornly gray. It had bothered me when I was young and being bombarded with stories about how my friends had met their soulmate, but now that the stories had died down it was just a fact of life.

I was on my way home from another assignment when I bumped into an unusually gruff angel. She glowered at me, dusting herself off. She froze, staring at my hand as I reached out to help her up. “... You haven't met your soulmate yet?”

“No, not yet. You haven't met anyone with a gray mark lately, have you?” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but she just continued to stare at it.

“... I may have.” She snatched my bag, riffling through it until she pulled out a notebook. She scrawled a phone number on the first page, ignoring my protests, and passed it back to me. “Call me tomorrow. We'll talk then.”

I nodded, a bit shocked. She was more abrasive than I was used to, but if she thought she knew who my soulmate was it couldn't hurt to call her later. She headed off, and I continued on my way home.

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When I called the strange angel, she introduced herself as Lute. She was one of Adam's entourage, and she wanted me to meet him. I couldn't imagine why, Adam was certainly not my soulmate, but I agreed anyway. Adam had won over the majority of angels simply by being the first human soul to join them in heaven; and everyone else fell into line easily enough, not wanting to argue with their higher ups. So by the time I was made, it was simply the done thing for angels to respect and trust the First Man. For millennia, if Adam asked for something we did it, no questions asked. Frankly, I think it started to go to his head, because it didn't take long for the requests to turn into demands, and entirely unreasonable ones at that. Nevertheless, he was the First Man, and very few angels out ranked him in the hierarchy of heaven.

Meeting him was not something I had ever expected to do, and I couldn't say I was looking forward to it. On the rare occasion that I had seen him, he scared the daylights out of me. Being up close was much, much worse. He shook my hand, a sharp, predatory look on the weird mask he always wore as he looked me over. The urge to flee screamed through me as he flipped my hand over, examining my soulmate mark. He grinned, making my skin crawl as he pet the mark, and I finally pulled my hand away from his touch. He thoroughly disgusted me, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was an angel, and Adam was the First Man. I was rooted in place by protocol and expectation, and when he told me to join his meeting that afternoon, I agreed without a second thought. He dismissed me then, telling me when to be at the Office before he and Lute walked off, muttering to each other.

Heaven has embassies on every continent on earth, as well as one in the Pride Ring in Hell, and angels access those embassies through the Office. Only the angels who work there and those who have been called for meetings are permitted to enter, so I had never been inside before. I was not expecting the front desk attendant to direct me to the basement, where the embassy in Hell was accessed, but her uninterested expression suggested that this was normal. I was a bit worried about why Adam would be meeting with Hell, and what he could possibly want me to do in his meeting, but there was nothing I could do. I was an angel, he was the First Man. I took a steadying breath and knocked on the door, cringing a little at the way the sound echoed around me.

Lute opened the door, letting me inside, and shut it behind me again, standing in front of it like a guard. Adam grinned, gesturing for me to sit next to him.

“Took you long enough! Sit here, quickly.” I did as he instructed, looking around. No one else was in the room yet.

“Adam, may I ask what this meeting is, exactly?”

He scoffed. “You worried? Yeah, makes sense, Hell is gross. Don't freak, they can't touch us. Just sit there and be beautiful. Don't embarrass me.”

I nodded slowly, straightening up. Be beautiful? I supposed I could do that, but why? He must want to show off or something. I sighed softly, trying to settle my nerves. I just had to sit still, and everything would be fine.

After a moment, the door appeared to open. It was just a hologram though; our door here was still closed, I could see Lute standing behind the phantom door, but the corresponding door in Hell was being opened. A short blonde man stepped into the room, looking around with a bored expression, until his eyes landed on me. He smiled -a dazzling, charming smile, even with the terribly sharp teeth-, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. He was stunningly beautiful, even with the oddly specific aesthetic he had going on. He looked like the ringleader of some kind of magical circus, a look I would never have expected myself to find so attractive, but it seemed right on him.

“... And who do we have here?” He stepped forward, bowing deeply to me.

Adam smirked, an approximation of his expression spreading across his horrible mask, and he took my hand. I blushed a bit, confused, but did not move to take my hand away. “You mean you don't know?”

Lucifer frowned, taking a seat at the table. “No, I don't. So who is she?” Oh holy maker, that’s Lucifer Morningstar??? I knew he was supposed to be beautiful, but dear God, how is anyone meant to resist temptation when the Devil looks like that???

“... I’m Dagny, Sir.”

He smiled warmly; “Dagny … The new day … I’m Lucifer.”

I nodded slowly. “The morning star …”

Adam smirked, cooing mockingly at us. “How cute. The New Day, and the Morning Star. Appropriate…”

I blushed bright red, looking over at the man. “A- appropriate?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, watching Adam laugh maniacally. I flinched a bit as the first man grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward. He roughly pulled me across the table, his vice-like grip cutting off circulation to my hand as he held my wrist in front of the fallen angel. Lucifer gasped softly, and even though he was only here holographically I could feel his fingers hesitantly pass over the mark on my hand. The mark warmed under his touch and heat spread through my whole body. We groaned in unison; I couldn't see it, but I knew my mark must be changing, and Lucifer's too.

Adam laughed more, pulling me away from the fallen angel. “I knew it. You took Lilith, you took Eve, but now, I have your soulmate!”

He cackled, pulling me into his lap roughly. I grunted and looked up at his terrifying masked face. His hand looped around my neck, pulling me close as he whispered; “now, be a good girl for me, unless you want me to tell everyone your soulmate is the Fallen One.”

A cold shiver went up my back. I whimpered softly, nodding, and he began to fondle my chest. Lucifer growled softly behind me. “Adam, leave her alone. Your issue is with me, leave her out of it!”

The man laughed, his cruel gaze training on the fallen angel behind me. He squeezed my ass, pulling me closer as he manhandled me. I whimpered softly, tearing up. I wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, but I knew it made me incredibly uncomfortable.

“A- Adam … please, stop?” I whispered.

He growled softly, grabbing my wrist tightly. “Shut up, don't make a scene.”

I could feel myself shaking as I desperately tried to pull out of the man's grasp. “A- Adam, p- … please …’’

He slapped me hard, growling softly; “shut. Up. Bitch.”

Behind me, I heard a terrible demonic growl, one that made my whole body tense up in fear. I felt Lucifer reaching straight through my arms, as if he meant to pull me away from the man. “Release her!!!!”

I cried out as Adam threw me onto the large table. He ignored my pleading, and Lucifer's shouted demands, seemingly lost in the sick thrill he was getting from tormenting us both. Tears ran down my face as he clawed at my dress, leaving trails of my golden blood across my thighs and hips. Desperately, I tried to pull myself across the table, but Adam grasped my ankles, pulling me back again. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I knew he meant to hurt me.

Lute's mask had a deranged little smirk on it as I reached toward her. “L- Lute! Please!”

She didn't move from her place by the door, just watching us. Adam towering over me, Lucifer -who was starting to look much more ‘devil-ish’- screaming and conjuring ineffectual fireballs to throw at Adam, and me desperately trying to get away.

“ADAM, STOP!!! LET HER GO!!!”

Adam smirked, pulling me close by my hair. “No.”

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The King of Hell and Me: Ch 4 - The Contract

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: A witch summons Lucifer to earth to make a deal. Warnings: none I can think of? This is a generally sweet, fluffy chapter Word Count: 2.3k

Summoning the devil wasn't part of the plan. A demonic creature, yes, but the actual devil? The book didn't say anything about him. I was expecting to be dealing with an imp or some other kind of lower level Hellion. Someone with the power to do what I wanted, but not to completely fuck me over. Someone who'd take something I could spare. Not my soul.

The devil was also far less intimidating than I expected. He was a little on the short side, and far more human than I might have thought. Aside from the six glorious wings at his back, the least human things about him were his teeth and eyes; red and yellow, swirling with confusion and housing an ancient sorrow that seemed buried just below the surface. An unamused, but surprised look finally landed on me, knelt by the edge of the summoning circle. He made to move toward me, but was held in place by the ring of black salt. With a huff, he leaned back against the barrier, crossing his arms and observing me.

“... No one's summoned me to the mortal world in a long time. … You must be desperate.”

“I … I'll be honest, that wasn't supposed to happen, Sir … the book doesn't say anything about …” I fumbled through the book, rereading the spell. There was nothing to indicate who it called upon.

“Sir?” He chuckled, “well, that’s refreshing. Last time I was pulled into a summoning circle, the wretch had the nerve to call me ‘Dark Prince’ the whole time.”

I chuckled a bit awkwardly. “... Well, that's kind of a mouthful. If you don't mind, I think I'll stick with Mr. Morningstar?”

“Lucifer, please … but how did you know?”

“Aside from the snake and apple motifs you've got going on? You have six, very large, feathered wings. I might not be Christian, but I do know what angels are supposed to look like. … Sir.”

After a moment he let out a bark of a laugh, holding his sides. “Oh golly, you're entertaining! Alright, little witch. Whoever you were trying to summon, you've got me. So what deal were you trying to make?”

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Now or never, I guess. “My best friend is ill, and the doctors have given up hope. …”

“You want to trade your soul for your friend's life?” He smiled gently.

“... Does it have to be my soul?”

A strange look passed over his beautiful face, and he considered me for a moment. “... Maybe we can come to another arrangement. … There is something I can't get in Hell, and you did bring me here.”

I nodded slowly, curious what Lucifer himself could possibly want from earth. “Yes?”

“... Only sinners end up in hell. I … I gave Eve that apple for her own benefit. To help her, and her children. So they could be better, be more … more. Not just animals, consumed by their instincts. But I’ve never seen any good come of it …”

“Oh … well that's not at all fair …” I frowned, looking up at him. “Especially considering how much good there is …’’

He cleared his throat, nodding a bit. “Right, so … if you show me some of that good, I'll heal your friend. Do we have a deal?”

“Huh? N- no, I don't just want my friend healed. I want a cure.”

“... Same thing?”

“No, Sir,-”

“Lucifer.”

“... Lucifer, … the doctors don't know how to help her. Which means they don't know how to help anyone else with this illness either. I want my friend healed, but I also want there to be a cure for everyone else.”

A small smile slid across his lips. “... That amount of power will cost quite a bit more … but something tells me you're more than capable of paying the price.”

A crisp white scroll unfurled from his hand, gold ink scrawling across it before my eyes. I carefully took the paper in my hands, reading it carefully.

“... This says you decide when I've held up my side of the deal. How do I know you'll ever decide to pay up?”

He smirked a bit, sharp teeth glinting in the light. “You're a clever one. … Alright, as a show of good faith, I will heal your friend up front. … You earned that much at least.”

With a wave of his hand, the text changed. I reread the document and nodded. “... Thank you. Ok, where do I sign?”

A white feather quill appeared, and Lucifer took it. He tapped the end to his finger, and pulled away a trail of … liquid gold? He signed the bottom with a flourish, then offered me the quill.

“Touch it to the ring finger of your non-dominant hand, it will draw up a small amount of your blood to sign with.” He tapped the paper where I was to sign.

I nodded, taking the quill, and placed it against my finger like he said. There was a brief, sharp, pain and when I pulled the quill away a trail of red followed. My finger appeared uninjured, but hurt like I had pricked it with a sewing needle. I signed where he indicated, and the summoning circle went up in flames, leaving no trace.

Lucifer smiled brightly, rolling up the scroll before he handed it to me. “Your contract, my lady.”

I took it, standing slowly. “... Thank you …”

He snapped his fingers, creating a crackle of energy throughout the room, and grinned. “There’s my side done, for now. So, how shall we start?”

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It took me all afternoon to think on what to start with. While I made tea and thought about it, he entertained himself by looking through my books and movies. His wings disappeared as he sat on my couch, reading the back cover of a book.

“... Is this for entertainment, or documentation?” He held the book up to show me the cover.

“That’s historical fiction, so entertainment based loosely on fact. It's about the wives of Henry the Eighth. … Do you know about them? How much do you know about human history?”

He chuckled. “I do keep apprised of the major headlines up here, but I don't typically bother with anything more. … You derive entertainment out of the suffering of those women?”

I chuckled a bit, setting a teacup in front of him, and sitting on the other side of the couch. “I think most people who read stories about horrible events do so because they don't understand how such things happen. We have a certain �� morbid fascination with cruelty. … But I think it's usually also about honoring the dead. … They suffered so horribly, but we remember them. We don't let the bad things that happened to them get swept under the rug.”

He took the tea, watching me. “... I see …. Well, what good is there in that?”

“Ever heard the phrase ‘those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it'?”

“You think remembering their pain will keep it at bay?”

“Something like that … can't avoid pain if you don't know what you're looking out for. Can't protect your loved ones unless you know what you're defending them against.”

He chuckled, sipping his tea. “I see…” He watched me, a curious look on his face. “So, any ideas yet?”

“Well, I was thinking we could start around town. You said it's been a while since you've been on earth?” He nodded, giving me a curious expression. “Then I think we ought to start with a little tour around town, so you can get acclimated. Maybe something will strike your fancy, yeah?”

“... You don't have to do that, you know.” A small frown slid across his face.

“Do what?”

“The tea, taking me on a tour … it's cute, but unnecessary.”

I set my teacup down, raising an eyebrow. “... Cute?”

“Trying to curry favor.” He frowned more.

A sharp laugh ripped out of me, and I covered my mouth. “... I'm sorry. … I'm not trying to ‘curry favor' with you, Lucifer. You're a guest in my home, you should be able to expect some basic hospitality. My grandma always said we should be hospitable to others, cause you never know when it'll make all the difference in their lives.”

He watched me for a moment and chuckled softly. “I don't think your grandmother meant you to be hospitable to the devil, little witch.”

“If my grandma were here right now, she would ask why I haven't set out any cookies. Sadly, I have none to offer you. But I was thinking we could stop for ice cream on our tour. There's a really cute local ice cream parlor, I'd say it definitely counts as something good people have done with free will.”

He blinked slowly. “... You are … not at all what I expected.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

After a brief moment he smirked, standing up. “Where's this ice cream parlor?”

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So I showed Lucifer around my little town. I took him to a playground where he could see happy families together. To a riverbank where my coven picked up litter and people went tubing and swimming. The ice cream parlor, and some other local businesses I liked. I bought him an ice cream cone, and a duck plushie he seemed particularly drawn to. He was hesitant to accept it, but once it was in his hands he held it to his chest, periodically stroking the tuft of fur on its head.

We walked in the sunshine, past schools and libraries. We watched a guitar player in a park, and got tacos from a food truck. And all day, I told him stories of kindness and generosity, big and small. Everything I could think of, from the Christmas truce in World War 1 to my brother's boss giving me free coffees when I pick him up from work. Any act of kindness I had experienced, seen, or heard of became an example of good things that happen because people have free will.

When it started to get late I took him to my favorite place to watch the sunset. He sat beside me, still hugging the duck plushie, and watched the sun dip lower and lower, the sky turning brilliant shades of purple and red.

“So? Any thoughts?” I watched him think for a minute.

“... They're good stories. But there's one problem.”

“What's that?”

“... Most of it wouldn't be necessary if evil weren't so prevalent in the world.”

“... Well, … you can't have good without bad.”

“What?” He frowned, turning to me.

“Without knowing about bad, you wouldn't know about good either. You'd just have … middle. In order to know you like something you have to be able to compare it to something you don't like. Otherwise it would all just be. … Plus, when everything’s going worst is when we notice good things the most. Smaller kindnesses mean more when we're hurting.”

Lucifer looked back at the sunset, thinking. “... Why did you give me the duck?”

I chuckled softly. “You seemed to like it, and I could afford to get it for you. Everyone should get a souvenir when they take a trip.”

“So you weren't trying to get in good with the boss of Hell?”

“Nope.”

“... Even though, by making a deal with me, you have condemned your soul to my realm when you die?”

“Anyone who thinks a duck plushie is going to buy them preferential treatment in hell is an idiot.” He gave me a skeptical look at that. “Lucifer, I swear, I only bought it for you because you seemed to like it.”

He thought for a minute, petting it absentmindedly again. “... You've held up your end of the bargain…”

“... But?”

“... When I finish my end, I go home. I can only be on earth for the time it takes to complete a deal. … I … I really enjoyed today.” As it got dark, his body started to glow with faint gold light. He looked up at the silver stars, and in that moment he seemed so sad, so delicate.

“... You know, I am asking for quite a lot … a cure for everyone with this disease, and all you get in return is some examples of kindness and an afternoon running around my town? … Maybe we could rework the contract.”

His eyes went wide as he turned to look at me. “... What did you have in mind?”

“... Well, you're not bad company. And I had a good day today too. We could do it again, if you wanted.”

Lucifer slowly grinned, and the contract was suddenly floating in front of me. An addendum was added to the bottom. Lucifer would send the necessary information to a doctor for the cure tonight, and once a month for the rest of my life, Lucifer would visit me wherever I was on earth. I would tell him more stories that showed what good has come of free will, and show him the good parts of life on earth.

I grinned, taking the quill that floated next to the scroll, and held it to my ring finger. A sharp pain later, I was signing at the bottom. Lucifer signed next to my name, his hand slightly shaking. “Alright … I'll see you again in one month then.”

I nodded. “I'm free on the third, if that works for you?”

He nodded. “The third. It's a date.”

With a snap of his fingers he was gone, and I knew some medical researcher somewhere was having the epiphany that would lead to the cure. In the meantime, I had a date with the devil to plan.

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The King of Hell and Me Chapter Guide

Since this series is a collection of one-shots, and not a contiguous story, I've decided to create a chapter guide for y'all! Requests are open!

A/N: Just my additions to the fandom’s Lucifer lust. Current plan is a collection of first person POV Service Top LuciferXFemale Reader short stories and one shots, but I am open to expanding from that plan. Definitely smut, some romance when the mood strikes. I am also posting this series to my AO3, here's the link if you'd rather read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53825932/chapters/136234741

Chapters will most likely be updated there first.

Chapter 1: The First Time

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Lucifer is in charge of planning your anniversary date.

Warnings: includes oral and sex in demon form (please let me know if I missed anything worth mentioning here)

Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter 2: Molting

Rating: Mature (maybe? ... Teens and up?)

Summary: Lucifer goes missing because he's embarrassed. Preening ensues. Wolf-demon reader.

Warnings: fluff, Lucifer being bad at vulnerability, animal characteristics, implied arousal

Word Count: 3k

Chapter 3: Lucifer's Reward

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Lucifer had a hard day at work. His partner thinks he deserves a little R&R, in the form of completely giving up control.

Warnings: includes BDSM dynamics, edging, use of the honorific 'Mistress', and praise kinks.

Word Count: 2.2k

Chapter 4: The Contract

Rating: General Audiences (as much as Hazbin Hotel fanfic can be)

Summary: A witch summons Lucifer to earth to make a deal.

Warnings: none I can think of? This is a generally sweet, fluffy chapter

Word Count: 2.3k

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what if Lucifer disguised himself as a LuLu World jester so he could avoid kingly duties and goof off without any judgment? but also what if his identity was exposed and HE FREAKS OUT thinking his reputation is ruined lol (ft. blitz and fizz) (very self indulgent)

luci, minding his own business as a sneaky lil jester guy:

blitz, an asshole:

imagine meeting the king of hell for the first time and he just cries on the ground

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I feel very seen right now

that's the mood for tonight amirite fellas

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MORE DUCKIES!! MOREEE

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The King of Hell and Me: Ch 3 - Lucifer's Reward

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: Lucifer had a hard day at work. His partner thinks he deserves a little R&R, in the form of completely giving up control. Warnings: this chapter is explicit, includes BDSM dynamics, edging, use of the honorific 'Mistress', and praise kinks. Word count: 2.2k

Lucifer had meetings with the other Sins and some overlords all day. He warned me the night before that he would be gone before I woke up, and wouldn't be home until after dinner, so I opted to spend most of the day helping Charlie with her hotel project. I made sure I was home with plenty of time before Luci would return though; one meeting was bad enough, but a schedule like this would leave him terribly stressed. And a terribly stressed Luci deserved something special when he got home. Shortly after we would normally have been wrapping up dinner, he finally stumbled through the door.

“There you are, pet~” He froze halfway up the stairs and slowly looked up toward me. When his wide eyes finally met mine all I saw was two red swirling pools of need. He let out a deep breath, slowly grinning; I was wearing a short white silk and lace robe he particularly liked on me, and nothing else. The awestruck look on his face made me smirk softly, and I gestured for him to follow. In an instant he was darting after me as I made my way down the hall at a leisurely pace. Lucifer quickly fell into step behind me.

“... A- are we going to do something fun, my love?” I could feel him trembling in anticipation, and I chuckled softly.

“Of course~ you had a long day, and I think my good boy deserves a reward~” he shuddered, purring softly at my words, and I opened our bedroom door. “Now, why don't you get into position on the bed, hm?~”

He teleported himself onto the bed, conveniently nude save for a blindfold covering his eyes. He sat with his legs under himself, hands resting on his knees obediently. I chuckled, loving his enthusiasm, and slowly made my way to the bedside table where I had laid out a few things.

“Hmm … Wrists.” I picked up two sets of handcuffs as he held his hands in front of himself for me. The fallen angel could normally have broken through any bond I might put on him, but these handcuffs were made from angelic steel. He had commissioned them after the last, more conventional, pairs hadn't held up to his writhing. He could still get out of them if he really wanted to, but these wouldn't simply snap as he pulled against them.

A quiet whine escaped his throat as I clicked the cuffs into place, positioning him so his arms were spread and attached to either side of the headboard. He broke out into a blissful smile, resting his head against the padded headboard.

“Thank you, Mistress~” he purred softly, tugging against the cuffs gently to test how much slack he had.

I smirked a bit, straddling his hips and pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “You earned it, love~ Taking such good care of everything, all day. So much responsibility on your shoulders, and you do it without complaint, but now it's time for my pretty baby to be taken care of. Would you like that?~”

He whimpered softly, shuddering. “Yes~ Please, my love, I need it!”

My hands cupped his cheeks as I pressed my lips to his. Lucifer sighed happily, gently nibbling on my lower lip, and I stroked down his chest, dragging my nails over his abs. A needy groan rumbled out of his chest as he leaned into my hands and bit my lip a little more insistently, tugging stubbornly. I chuckled softly, parting my lips for his desperate tongue. He explored my mouth feverishly, coaxing my tongue to join his. I purred softly, caressing his tongue with mine as he attempted to press against me more. His hips jutted up against mine, his hands pulled against his cuffs, and his tail emerged, dragging along my leg.

I slowly pulled back, gasping for breath. “Ahh~ such a sweet, needy boy~”

He whined more, shuddering. “Yes~ please, I need you .. I … I need to taste you~”

I smirked a bit and gently pushed him to lay back. Once his head was on the pillows I crawled forward, resting my hands on the headboard to steady myself. He eagerly shifted, nuzzling my thigh with his nose and kissed up my leg. With a happy sigh, I lowered my hips for him and Lucifer purred softly, nudging my folds with the tip of his nose as he leaned forward to meet me. The tip of his tongue slid gently up my slit and circled my clitorus before he began tapping and rubbing the bud insistently. I groaned softly, gripping the headboard as his muffled moans filled the room.

“Ohhh fuck, Luci~ my good boy~” He moaned at my words, thrusting his tongue deep into my cunt to stroke my inner walls fervently. I cried out softly, knowing he loved to hear how he was making me feel, and he curled and wriggled his tongue inside me as he lapped up my fluids.

He pressed his face up into me, suckling needily as he explored my body with his tongue. His tail began trailing up my spine delicately before wrapping around my throat to keep me steady. I moaned loudly, feeling my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, and gripped his tail at my throat. He purred happily, swallowing my slick as it dripped down his throat.

“Lucifer~ Ohhh fuck, so close! So close, baby!~” I clung to his tail with one hand, threading the fingers of my other into his hair and pressed down firmly against him. He thrust his tongue in deeper, angling to find my g-spot, making me cry out even louder as he prodded it, rubbing and curling his tongue against it until I came in his mouth. He eagerly lapped up every drop, moaning like a starving man being fed sweetest ambrosia. After I caught my breath I shakily lifted off him, despite his wails of disapproval. He followed me up until the cuffs held him in place, and I chuckled softly at his desperate whine.

“... M- Mistress, please! I want more!”

I stroked his hair, kissing his forehead. “Later, pet~ I have something else in mind for you~”

He moaned softly, tilting his head up to try to capture my lips. I gave in, kissing him gently, before I pulled back again. “Now, my pretty boy is going to sit very still for me, yes?~”

Lucifer gasped softly, whimpering, and nodded. “Yes, beloved. Anything you wish~”

I smirked softly, kissing and gently biting down his throat. Our bodies pressed against each other as I slowly inched lower and lower, kissing and stroking down his chest. All the while whispering to him; pretty boy, sweet boy, my good baby. By the time I was kissing along his hip he was whining, the blindfold getting damp with overwhelmed tears.

He gasped softly, shuddering. “Darling, … p- please … I can't…”

“Yes, you can, precious. You are such a good boy, and I want you to know it.”

He whimpered softly, sniffling a little, but knew better than to argue. I kissed his hip and finally drew my attention to his desperately twitching cock. Kissing and licking, I made my way from the base to the tip. He cried out as I enveloped the tip in my mouth, sucking gently and licking up his precum; an intoxicating blend of salty and sweet. I bobbed my head on him, drawing such exquisite moans from his lips.

When I heard a particularly sharp gasp, I looked up at his face, marveling at his beauty. He always looked incredible, but it always took my breath away when he was all tied up and falling apart like this. With a little smirk, I pulled back, releasing his cock with a little pop! “Look at you~ So beautiful, coming undone from just a little kissing and licking~”

The red on his cheeks spread, his whole face tinged slightly pink. He whimpered softly, tugging against the cuffs. His hesitance made me smirk and I kissed his hip. “Say it.”

“... I … I'm b- …” he whined softly, looking away shyly.

“Yes? Go ahead sweetie.” I purred softly, slowly stroking his cock.

“Ahh~ … I … I'm beautiful?” I rewarded him with a long lick up his cock, teasing the tip with my tongue as I stroked him more. “Ohhh fuck! Ah, yes, Mistress!~”

“Tell me more, darling. What else are you?~”

“.... I … I'm … a good boy?”

“Is that a question?”

“... I'm … a good boy.” He whined softly, biting his lower lip.

“Yes, you are~ My very good boy~” I leaned down and sucked on the head some more, rolling my tongue over it. He gasped and whimpered, bucking his hips needily.

I watched his face, bobbing my head on him and sucking hard. He whimpered softly, trying desperately to be still.

“Ohhh fuck, yes! Please, please don't stop! I … I …. Ahhhhhhhhhh~” He threw his head back, crying out as he came. The salty and sweet flavor of him filled my mouth and I moaned softly, swallowing most of it.

“Mmh~” I purred, moving to straddle his hips. “You want a taste, pet?~”

He panted hard, nodding quickly, and I cupped his cheek. He leaned into my touch, sighing happily and I kissed him deeply, grinding down on his cock. Our tongues entwined, and he moaned more, jutting his hips up against my core. I groaned softly, shuddering.

“Ahhh~ Are you ready, my little duckling?~ I’m going to ride you, and you’re not going to cum until I say, understood?”

He nodded rapidly, whimpering. “Please! Please, I need to be inside you, right now!”

I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, groaning softly as he thrust up to meet me. His cock slid all the way into me and I gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “Ohhh fuck, Luci!~”

He groaned softly, thrusting deep inside me, tugging against his handcuffs. I rode him hard, continuing to murmur encouragements and praises to him, delighting in his whines and moans filling our room. A shudder rippled through him; he was trying so hard to be good, to hold back his mounting orgasm. I slid the blindfold from his face so I could watch his eyes fill with pleasure and desperation. He was whimpering and moaning under me, thrusting erratically. Tears filled his eyes as he fought to control himself, making me purr softly.

“Ahh~ I love that look you get~ Are you gonna be a good boy for me?~”

A high pitched whine rang out from his throat as he writhed under me, joined quickly by the cuffs clanging against the bed frame as he tugged insistently. “P-Please! Mistress, please, I need to cum!”

“Aww, not yet, pretty baby. You have to hold on … Unless you’d like me to lock it up for you?~”

His head thrashed back and forth hysterically, whimpering; “no! No, no, no! Mistress, please! Please, I’m a good boy! I wanna be a good boy!”

My fingers trailed over his cheek and throat as I kissed him gently. “That’s right, pet~ You’re a good boy. And you’re going to behave like a good boy for me~”

He whimpered, kissing back every change he got. More whimpers and moans pealed out of him as I continued to ride his cock mercilessly. Once I was satisfied that he was on the brink of losing his control, I leaned forward to whisper; “now, pet~ cum~”

With a Hell-shattering cry, he came hard and deep inside me. I cried out, slamming down on his cock, cumming as well when I felt the heat filling my core. Panting hard, I pushed him to lay back, watching his glazed over expression. “Ready for your treat, precious?~”

He blinked a bit, not processing my words at first. “... Treat … ?”

“That’s right, baby~ Good boys get a treat when they’ve done well~”

After a moment his eyes snapped back into focus and he realized what I was saying. He gasped happily, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I get a treat now?”

I smirked, uncuffing him, and laid back on the bed. In an instant he was over me, kissing and fondling my breasts, then down my stomach, murmuring his thanks as he made his way down. “Ohh fuck, thank you Mistress! Thank you, thank you~”

He quickly latched onto my dripping cunt, thrusting his tongue deep inside to taste our combined essence. Groaning softly, I gripped his hair, pulling him closer. “Ohhh fuck, yes~ Right there, baby!~”

He made quick work of it, hungrily lapping up every drop. Soon I was cumming again, and he lapped that up as well, moaning appreciatively. His thumb slid over my clit, rolling around and over it, drawing another loud moan from me. Once I was entirely spent, he slowly pulled back, kissing my mound gently and nuzzling my thighs.

“Ohh darling, that was incredible~” He kissed my hip gently, looking up at me adoringly. A quiet, exhausted chuckle escaped my lips, and I stroked his hair with a shaking hand.

“G- Good surprise?~”

He nodded, kissing up my stomach and chest before he finally planted a chaste kiss to my lips. “The best~ Perhaps I should have terrible, busy work days more often~”

We laughed softly at that, curling up together. With a wave of his hand, we were both clean, as were the sheets, and Lucifer promptly dozed off in my arms.

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He’s just so meme-able, it’s crazy!!

Bonus:

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📓 ࣪𖤐 He would definitely do it :)))

🪩NOT REPOST MY ART!

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Alastor discovers Lucifer's true weakness

Niffty: sir why do you keep making me reclean the sliding glass door?

Alastor: because I want it so spotless you can barely see the glass from a reasonable speed and distance

Lucifer in the sky: Hey look! Someone left the sliding glass door open

SMACK!

Alastor calmly sitting inside watching and sipping from his cup: ah nature. So beautiful!

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Tail! ❤️

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The King of Hell and Me: Ch 2 - Molting

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: Lucifer goes missing because he's embarrassed. Preening ensues. Wolf-demon reader. Warnings: fluff, Lucifer being bad at vulnerability, animal characteristics, implied arousal, rated mature (maybe?) Word Count: 3k

Lucifer had his own home, of course. But since the hotel’s grand re-opening, he’d been staying in his suite here. To be closer to Charlie, or to get himself out of his depression funk, or maybe both, it wasn’t clear. Either way, we’d found ourselves spending a lot of time together. We ate breakfast together most days, he told me all about his most recent duck-based inventions, and he was the only person I let into my office while I was doing my work for the hotel. Charlie had hired me as an all-purpose consultant, letting me work on any projects I wanted, and I dove straight into the advertising/community outreach/PR side of things. My work didn’t typically look like much until I had a completed product to present, so I didn’t like to have people watching my process, and as long as I kept her in the loop Charlie didn’t mind my secretive ways. But Lucifer was a creative mind too. He understood that sitting at my desk apparently doing nothing wasn’t actually nothing, and he let me be.

He was also the only person allowed to put things in my office, but that was only because he felt it was odd that I was a wolf without a pack, -because “Even hellhounds have packs, dear girl! Wolf-demons aren’t that uncommon, you need a family!”- and had started making one for me, a slowly growing pack of rubber ducks with wolf ears and fluffy tails. Every so often I’d find a new one in my office, and each one did something unusual. A pair facing each other on the windowsill had a laser between them that would alert us to intruders, but most were silly things like duck-wolves that could jump and growl, or were actually soap dispensers or changed color with the weather.

It actually worked out to be a mutually beneficial relationship. We both had a tendency to dive headfirst into our hyperfixations, and when one of us did, the other usually managed to keep them from spiraling too far. He’d comb my hair and fur, and remind me to take breaks. I’d bring him dinner and get him out of his room when he was getting frustrated. One time I even sat in the bathroom taking notes while he talked so he could shower without losing his flow. We weren't exactly romantic, but it was far more emotionally intimate than any romantic relationship I’d ever had. And, with no one else filling that role for either of us, we did end up on the receiving end of a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes.

And that’s why, when he suddenly just wasn’t at the hotel one morning, I got a bit nervous. And, I’ll be honest, frustrated. I reminded myself that just because we typically spent breakfasts together didn’t mean we had to every day. Just because he’d told me every time he was leaving the hotel for the last few months didn’t mean he was beholden to me. We were friends, but he wasn’t mine and I couldn’t tell him what to do. I had no right or reason to be put off by this unexpected change to my routine. So I ate breakfast alone, went down to my office to work alone, and … couldn’t get into it. I couldn’t focus, everything was just a bit off. I should be able to hear his breathing, see his faint glow out of the corner of my eye, feel his hands in my hair. But I was entirely, soul crushingly, alone.

I texted him every day for the first week. Then once every few days, which quickly became once a week, but he never responded. He didn’t even look at them. I was starting to think he might be mad at me, but I couldn’t imagine what I could have done to upset him so much. I started working evenings, finding it less uncomfortable to be alone at night, but I had trouble getting much done either way. Charlie started bringing me breakfast in my office when everyone else had dinner. I appreciated that she was making sure I ate, but I was just as worried about her as she was about me. Lucifer hadn’t reached out to her either, and he wasn’t taking her calls, and her calm facade was starting to crack. At least she had Vaggie though. I was just alone.

A month into his disappearance I was working late again. Everyone was in bed, and I was trying to finish up this advertising campaign mock up for Charlie, when I heard the door of the hotel creak open. My ears perked up, and I cracked my office door open, listening carefully. I couldn’t make out who had come to visit. There were footsteps, light and airy but far too heavy to be Lucifer. I sniffed the air, glad for my more animalistic senses, hoping to catch some kind of clue. Friend, or foe? Welcome, or defend? The air smelled … musty, and damp. Something was very off.

I flicked my wrist, extending my claws, and made my way silently down the dark hallway. The intruder stumbled up the stairs, it would be silent to those without acute hearing, but I heard every step. I followed along, trying to visualize where they were from the sounds. They made their way past the elevator and up more flights of stairs, and I tracked along behind them, staying a floor below them to avoid detection. I wanted to know who they were, but I also wanted to know what they were looking for. When they finally made their way down a hallway, I glowered. They were on Charlie’s floor. I waited, listening halfway up the stairs so I could pounce if needed, until I heard them stop at a door. I jumped up, landing a few feet away from the short, trenchcoat clad figure. They jumped, pressing themself against the wall as if they could disappear through it, and dropped … a key?

“... Lucifer?” I whispered.

He turned toward me, a sheepish grin on his face. “... Heeey … I’m home!”

I sighed, scooping up his key and unlocking his door, gesturing for him to go inside. “Don’t wake Charlie.”

He nodded, darting inside. His footfalls were too heavy, he was hunched over a bit, and his back looked bulky under his coat. Something was wrong. He sat awkwardly on the couch, kicking his feet a bit. “Sooo … How’ve you been?”

“How have I been? … Luc, where have you been? … Y- you didn’t call, you didn’t tell anyone where you were going, or when you’d be back, you sneak in in the dead of night in whatever that is, you smell like a drowned bird, and you’re walking like an injured dog. And you ask how I’ve been???” A deranged laugh ripped its way out of my throat as I collapsed onto the seat next to him. “... Do you even care that we’ve all been worried sick? … I … you didn’t text me back … You were just … gone.”

He flinched a bit, hesitantly reaching for my hand. “... I .. I’m sorry, puppy … I didn’t mean to scare you. I just … I had something to attend to.”

I sighed softly, letting him take my hand. “What was so important that you couldn’t even tell us you were ok?”

“I … just had to …” He sighed. “Look, it’s kind of embarrassing, ok? I …” He mumbled something, a low whine in the back of his throat masking his words.

“... What was that?”

“I’m molting, ok?” He whined, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m molting, and I can’t comfortably put my wings away until it’s over, and they’re ugly right now! So I just … I thought I’d just go to the manor until it was over. I was only coming back tonight to get my sketchbook so I could work on a project…”

I blinked a bit, trying not to laugh. “... Right. … Just so I’m clear, cause I didn’t really interact with birds on earth. Molting is the one where birds lose a bunch of feathers and get new ones, right?” He nodded. “And it’s a yearly thing?”

He nodded again, “For most birds. Angels get a little one each year, and a big one each decade. It takes forever! It’s … unpleasant. Messy …” He grumbled softly; “humiliating.”

“Humiliating? It’s just part of having wings, isn’t it? How is that humiliating?”

“... You’ve seen my wings, what did you think of them?”

I let out a sigh, thinking. “... They’re bigger than I expected, but that makes sense since you’re not a bird. They’d have to be pretty big to lift you up … unless you’ve got hollow bones and they’re just ostentatious?” I chuckled a bit, hoping to lighten his mood, but it didn’t seem to work. “... They’re beautiful, and they look really soft … You look so majestic when you fly …”

“Exactly. … Beautiful. Majestic. That’s what they’re supposed to be … but when the molt comes they’re … really not that. … Molting is messy, and itchy, and … gross! … I look like a plucked chicken under this coat…” He whined softly, frustrated tears pricking at his eyes as he hid his face in his hands. “And the worst part is that I can’t even rush it along like we did in heaven, because I can’t reach!”

“... Can’t reach? … Do you have to pluck something, or?”

He nodded. “At the end of the molt the new feathers have these keratin sheaths that have to be removed … In heaven we’d get a few trusted angels together and circle up, but I can’t do that here! So I just have to wait for them to peel off on their own!”

I frowned softly, gently stroking his shoulder. He whined softly, looking at me hesitantly. “Lucifer, … I’m sure this is a … sensitive topic, and I’m sure there’s a reason you didn’t ask, but … if you wanted to ask, … I would help. And I promise, I wouldn’t judge you for what they look like right now, or talk to anyone else about it, or anything like that … It’s just like when you got that matt out of my fur, that was pretty embarrassing for me, but I couldn’t see it well enough to get it out myself. So you sat down with me, and you took a set of combs, and detangling spray, and a pair of scissors, and you fixed it for me. … You could have just cut it out, but you didn’t. You sat there and meticulously detangled it for hours, and then you trimmed everything so it wouldn’t get bad so easily again. Remember? … I could do the same for you.”

He nodded slowly, sighing softly. “I just … I didn’t want you to see … you don’t understand, they look really bad right now …”

“So did my neck.”

He thought for a moment, sighing before he carefully slipped the ugly beige trench coat off. His wings were pressed firmly against his back, almost trembling. He turned away, letting me get a good look at them. The majority of his flight feathers had already gone through the process, but about half of the fluffy down feathers were still encased, or partially encased, in cylindrical sheaths. I smiled softly, gently stroking down his spine. “It really doesn’t look so bad, Luci. Let’s get comfy, ok? Do you wanna lay down somewhere?”

A shiver went up his spine, and his wings attempted to puff up in response. It did look a bit sad, but I wasn’t gonna tell him that. He was feeling uncomfortable enough as it was. His wings were usually a source of great pride for him, I wasn’t about to make this harder for him. He slowly nodded, and carefully got up. I followed him to his bedroom, a little concerned by how wobbly he seemed.

“... Luc, is the molt really the only thing that’s going on? You seem a bit … off?”

He collapsed onto his bed, pulling a pillow under his chest and crossing his arms under himself. “It’s enough … The little molts take a lot of energy, but the big ones … The big ones really suck … I’ve been in bed pretty much since I left …”

I nodded, sitting next to him. “I see … so, I just start peeling these things off the feathers?”

He nodded. “Gently, please … You can roll them a bit if they resist, but if that doesn’t work move on to the next one. Most of them should be ready though.”

I hummed softly, gently taking the wing in front of me and carefully extending it. He groaned softly, following my movements compliantly. I let the wing rest on my legs and began carefully sliding my fingertips over the little cylinders. Most of the keratin sheaths started to flake and crumble away under my touch, and I carefully rolled the slightly more resistant ones between my fingers. Under my touch, fluffy down and contour feathers began to emerge. I gently brushed the debris away, careful of my claws. I knew I had to do this perfectly; to prove he could trust me with things like this. He wasn’t moving or making any noises though, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad.

I worked methodically from the bottom where his wing attached to his back, up and out to the wingtip, periodically brushing the detritus away and stroking his freshly exposed feathers. I finished the right side and got halfway through the wings on the left before I ran into one that started to peel away, but then didn’t want to budge. I was about to move on like he’d told me, but I paused when I heard the first noise Lucifer made since I started touching his wings; a high pitched whine. He squirmed uncomfortably, and his wings ruffled up a bit.

“... Luci? D- did I hurt you?”

“Noooo … I want it off …” He whimpered softly, pressing his face into the pillow. “... C- Can you scratch it a bit? Just a bit!”

I nodded, humming softly my agreement, and carefully ran a claw along the sheath. His high whine returned, but this time it seemed a bit more … pleased? I scratched again, watching little bits of the sheath peel away. After just a little bit more the sheath fell away entirely, releasing its fluffy feather, and Lucifer sighed happily.

“Ohhh fuck~ … Oh, that’s so much better! Your hands are magic~” He moaned softly, bringing a blush to my cheeks.

I cleared my throat; “... I’m glad you’re liking it, Luc.”

I carefully continued to the tip of his wing. There were only a few that hadn’t been ready to go yet, and his wings were back to their full, shiny, fluffy glory. He sighed happily, but didn’t move to get up, so I just continued to stroke his feathers.

“Ahh~ … Puppy, that’s wonderful~ … But y- … you do know, wings are sensitive, yeah?” He slowly lifted his head, looking over his shoulder at me. The heat on his face made me squirm shyly, and I shakily removed my hands.

“S- Sorry … I …” I blushed bright red, scooting backwards. He whined softly, slowly sitting up and facing me.

He shakily reached for my hand, running his thumb over my fingers. “... I wasn’t trying to make you stop. …”

I blushed even more, looking up at him shyly. “... So … should I continue?”

He slowly lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. “... Only if you wish to.”

I nodded slowly, shakily pushing him to lay back down. He did, watching me out of the corner of his eye, and I straddled his hips, stroking his wings gently.

“... They’re so beautiful, Luci … You are beautiful …” I was mesmerized, letting my hands trail along the soft feathers.

He sighed happily, settling under me. “... I cannot believe I let this go on for a full blessed month when I could have had your hands on me this whole time …”

I chuckled softly, continuing to preen him gently. “Never again, yes? You come to me for this, whenever you need it. Or even if you just want it. … You take care of me, and I take care of you.”

“Because we’re an old married couple.” He nodded, yawning softly. “Yes, love, anything wifey wants~”

I blushed brightly, trying desperately to stop the squeak from leaving my mouth. Others had called us a married couple before, mostly to tease us, but we had never said it. “... That’s right, husband. Anything I want.”

He smirked slightly. “Husband … I like the way that word sounds when you say it ... If you’re not careful, I might just make you my wife for real …”

“... And what exactly would ‘being careful’ look like?”

“Oh, you know. Not letting me touch you anymore, keeping me out of your office, making fun of my ducks. … Taking your hands off my wings would definitely count as being careful.”

I chuckled softly, steeling my nerves and leaning forward to kiss his cheek. I whispered against his ear; “sounds like a horrible way to live. I think I’ll take my chances.”

His eyes flew open, looking up at me. A bright red blush spread across his face, and a hesitant smile graced his lips. “... I agree. A horrible way to live.”

He carefully slid out from under me, turning around so I was in his lap instead, and gently cupped my cheek, rubbing gently with his thumb. I leaned into his touch, sighing happily, and he slid his hand up to stroke my fluffy wolf ear. An almost electric feeling shot through me, leaving me gasping, and I hesitantly looked up at him. He smirked slightly, pulling me closer and kissing me softly before he whispered in my ear; “Now don’t give me that look, love~ You’ve been doing it to me this whole time~”

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Hi, I just want to say your writing is amazing! Like I myself personally am a switch but your Dom fics fill me up with so much goodness it keeps me existing. (Also you've now converted me to a Vox simo as well how dare)

I do have a small request if you don't mind ofc. I'd love to see some sub!Lucifer and with one of the ideas with his shapeshifting boy cunt.

Perhaps he off handedly mentions he can change his sex if he wants and reader takes him up on the offer?

No pressure if you don't do this request! Please take care of yourself first and all the wonderful things

a/n — I love your profile pic! Also this shit is so hot to me but… unless you frequent this blog. I genuinely don’t know who this is for. Lowkey in my flop era.

warnings — boycunt, dom reader, sub Lucifer, oral sex, implied afab reader, use of a strap, aggressive fingering

summary — Lucifer alerts the reader that with his shapeshifting powers, he can also shapeshift his sex. This leads to the reader suggesting a fun night of toying with his pussy.

“I’m sorry, you can what?” You had asked in utter disbelief.

“Change sex,” Lucifer said, far too nonchalantly, “Wait, you didn’t pick up on that? With the whole shapeshifting thing—”

He waves his hand around as if to jog your memory.

“I mean, no, I did not pick up on that. It’s not exactly a common practice, Luci,” You laugh in genuine shock, and utter arousal at the idea.

“Well, what can I say?” Lucifer rubbed his chin as if he was thinking, before turning to you with a proud smile, “I’m a man of many talents.”

“You got that right,” You say, “So, we’re trying this out then tonight, right?”

He pauses, rubbing his neck, “I don’t know, it’s really been a minute since—“

“Come on, Luci, it’ll be fun,” you smile, “And very interesting. Oh, and hot, by the way.”

He pauses, considering the idea.

“You know, what the hell? Only if you really want to test it out, sweetie,” he chirps.

Oh, you really did.

Later that night, after what felt like an agonizingly long day, it doesn’t take long for you to pull him aside from the hotel, into your shared bedroom. You kiss each other hungrily, not tearing into his clothes yet, but instead giving your attention to his lips and jawline.

He wraps his arms around your neck as you hoist him up and sit him down on the bed. Finally, then you start to unbutton his shirt.

He scoots back further on the bed, unclothed on the top half of his body and legs slightly open, inviting you.

You don’t hesitate to crawl towards him, fingers lightly grazing the area on his thighs closest to his crotch, before finally unbuttoning his pants.

You’re slow with your movements though, taking it one moment at a time, kissing him gently as you pull his pants down.

He catches your hand right before you tug down his boxer, “Oh, and darling. Don’t hold back.”

You smile slightly before feeling down the crotch of his underwear, making him suck in breath, “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

The bottom of his boxers are damp, you rub your fingers against the patch, “Wet already? I haven’t even done anything.” He hissed slightly at your teasing.

“A-ah, hurry up then,” he adds quickly, “Please.”

You pull the waistband down, and sit back to look at what you’re dealing with.

You can’t help but gasp when you see his wet pussy, open and waiting for you.

“Something wrong?” Lucifer sits up slightly, brows furrowing.

“You’re beautiful,” you say softly, meeting his eyes only for him to turn away.

Before he could give you a response, your fingers tease the outside of his cunt, making him softly whine in anticipation.

You make a show of bringing your fingers up to your lips and licking them slowly. Finally, bringing one down and easing it into Lucifer’s already glistening pussy.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, squirming slightly. You shush him and move your hand gently, swirling it around and relaxing him into it.

It doesn’t take long for you to tease his entrance with a second finger, looking at him first for reassurance.

When you get a shaky nod, you plunge your second finger in, stretching him out and making him whine.

Another finger is added, and Lucifer squirms restlessly, letting out breathy whines and you work your fingers in him, moving faster and faster than before.

“Oh fuck,” He moans, squeezing his eyes shut, “More, dammit, I need more. Please.”

He wasn’t fully gone, but if you kept going at the pace you were going at he would be soon. Unfortunately, you were running out of fingers.

You kept going for another few more moments, movements becoming more and more aggressive because, Lucifer couldn’t help but beg for it to be ‘harder’ or ‘faster.’

“Deeper, oh my god. Deeper, please,” he pleads, voice getting louder, surely carrying over from a few hallways.

Instead of immediately obliging, you pull your hand out of his pussy completely. He whines and practically tears up at the emptiness.

“Patience, Luci. I won’t just leave you high and dry, don’t worry.” Well, maybe high and dry wasn’t the best analogy.

You quickly reach over to the bedside table and open a drawer, pulling out your strap and getting situated.

Lucifer watches and whines with every movement you make, becoming more desperate the more he waits.

Finally you lean down to his legs, and kiss up his thighs. You suck at the soft skin on the upper hidden parts, drawing out whimpers from him.

“Please,” he whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me,” he whimpers and throws his head back into the pillow, arching his back when you lick up his hickeys, and almost make it to his cunt, before pulling away.

“All in good time, sweetheart,” you abruptly throw his legs over your shoulders and plunge into his tight cunt.

He lets out a loud moan and arches his back, hands coming up to his hair. You lap up his pussy hungrily and it doesn’t take long for him to fully wrap his legs around your head, pushing you in deeper.

You suck his swollen, soaking clit, eliciting excited whines from the other side of the bed. Subconsciously, your nails dig into to skin of his already bruised thighs while you eagerly eat him out.

He was babbling anything he could think of, and loudly at that, “More, more, darling. Don’t stop!”

You wouldn’t dare. Or at least not right now, your tongue buried deeply in him, sucking at his puffy clit, soaking him up completely.

Lucifer writhes beneath you, moaning and thrashing around rapidly. Although you don’t notice, his wings sprout out, making terribly flapping motions and causing a large breeze of him in the room.

You’re aware of this, and yet, you don’t pull away, yet. You wanted to keep tasting him, lick him dry, milk him for all he’s worth.

He moaned wildly, practically wailing from the way your tongue continuously slammed against his clit.

“Close. Fuck, honey, i’m so close,” He cries, tearing boiling over his eyes and spilling through his fluttering lashes.

Finally, you pull away from him. He looks up at you in disbelief. He was Absolutely horrified at your neglect towards his pussy, if only for seconds.

You only smile and lick your lips, positioning yourself to finally use the strap Lucifer had long forgotten about.

“Oh my god, finally. Yes please—“

You cut him off by thrusting into him in one slick motion, the cum coating his pulsing pussy making it easy.

He yelps and whines, leaning up to you and wrapping his arms around your neck once again. You position him on your lap momentarily, letting his legs wrap around your torso.

Then you lean him back on the mattress, legs still slinked around your middle. You lean into his neck while you thrust into him at a rough pace.

“Oh my, nngh, deeper. God, deeper,” Lucifer babbled incoherently.

You respond in gently shushes and praise, “That’s right sweetie, taking it so well. Your pretty pussy’s taking me so well, baby.”

He whines, growling loudly, wings once again flapping rapidly and tossing objects every way off of nightstands. His eyes are bright red, but not noticeable when paired with how close his eyelids are to fluttering shut.

Tears stain his pretty cheeks and he cries out for more, and you deliver. You go thrust quickly and aggressively, just as requested.

“My pretty boy. My princess. My sweet baby,” you coo sweet nothings into his ear while you fuck him roughly, breath becoming ragged from the friction and the restless motions.

His claws dig into your back and carve down them, “Oh, ‘m so close, so close. Nngh—“

You slam yourself further into his pussy, almost animalistically, evoking demonic and wild noises from Lucifer. You were sure people from down the street of the hotel could hear him, and you were glad.

Finally, he let out one final, deafeningly loud moan and released all over your strap. He clung onto you for long moments, catching his breath.

Finally he pulled back, looking at you starry eyed and lying back down on the mattress.

“We should…” he sighs dreamily, “…do that more often.

“Oh, honey,” you pull out but then drag your hand from his stomach to his hips, nearing his crotch. “What makes you think we’re done?”

He hisses in a breath, “Oh, wait too— too much. I can’t—“

“What is it you said to me earlier?” You tease his clit softly with your pointer finger, “You remember don’t you?”

He hesitates, blush rising as he looks at you.

“Don’t hold back.”

a/n — I really hope this doesn’t flop guys 😰 lately I haven’t been doing as swell as usual, I dunno. 🤷‍♀️

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