I love expecting to find a boyfriend when I rarely leave the house, don’t post myself online and fumble every conversation with every person I come across 💔
SUMMARY - Cain is the first person to be born naturally and the fourth human to ever exist. He lives in the biblical equivalent of the stone age with his parents, Adam and Eve, aswell as his younger brother and the bane of his existence, Abel. One day, he runs away after a fit of anger while dealing with, in his mind, an unjust god.
NOTES - So sorry this so late, once again. I've been locked in trying to fix my grades since the end of the semester is approaching 😅 Also i'm not sure if it's obvious but Lilith and Reader are talking about YHWH in the scene where Cain is spying on them. Sorry if my description of the Morningstar palace is shitty, I tried my best to imagine how a caveman would react to seeing a palace, and I doubt that the Morningstar palace a few decades after the story of creation looked the same as the Morningstar palace we see in the show.
TAGS - Fem!Reader. Like two uses of Y/N, i'm sorry but it'd be kinda stupid for Lucifer and Lilith to just refer to Reader as "my daughter" like 12 times. Some vague references to Cain and Reader being injured. Fluff and angst.
DISCLAIMER - English is my third language and I haven't been writing for long. Advice is allowed but please be nice. No warnings for this chapter I think?
Fanfic under the cut, please enjoy! :)
The first time Cain woke up, it was just for a second. He felt something soft underneath him, something resembling his old bed of grass. It didn't last long, he quickly slipped back into unconciousness.
The second time, his eyes cracked open for half a second, and he made out some muffled voices talking somewhere around him. He didn't recignize the voices, it certianly wasn't you, and it wasn't anybody else he had heard speak before, either. He tried to stay awake for longer, but his eyelids grew too heavy to handle and he passed out again.
Finally, he woke up for the third time, and this time he could handle himself. He sat up while rubbing his eyes, there was no time to waste, he had to find you.
The area he saw after opening his mind almost made his brain explode on impact.
Small fires lit up the space, on the ceiling and on the walls. The walls were nothing like the flimsy fence made of cloth and animal bones that held up his tent, the walls here were smooth and made of stone, providing an almost overwhelming amount of privacy.
His bed was made out of wood, atleast the frame that held it was, he couldn't tell what the mattressing was made of, but all he knew was that it soft as feathers.
He stood up, looking around in a mix of awe and confusion as he slowly walked through the decorated chamber.
Cain shook his head, he couldn't let this distract him. He had to find you and make sure you were okay.
He stopped infront of a large wooden board on the wall, it had a sphere on it. He grabbed the circular object and twisted it, the wooden board divided from the wall, revealing an entirely new space.
He walked through the long and narrow corridor silently, feeling like he was in an entirely new habitat. What was this place?
Finally, the hall seemed to reach a dead end. He looked at the wall in the distance as he made his way towards it.
When he was nearer, he noticed a human-like shape, hunched over a table.
He immediatley felt a flood of relief wash over him, but as he quickened his step to reach the figure, he paused - that wasn't you.
The silhouette turned around, and Cain realised it to be a man. Your father, maybe?
The individual was short, extremley so. He had plantinum blonde hair, even lighter then Abel's, is skin was pure white with prominent red cheeks.
This could not be the devil.
Could it?
The figure broke the silence, his voice cutting through the walls.
"Oh, shit! You must be Y/N's friend, i'm glad you're okay. You were in.. quite a state, when we found you two."
That confirmed it. Lucifer: the main reason he hadn't been able to grow up in paradise. Cain was unsure how to feel, but he supposed that there was no point in holding a grudge.
Seeing that the farmer wasn't responding, the devil let out an akward cough, looking away.
"I- uhm... Why don't you go check up on Y/N? She's with her mother, you should find them somewhere around here."
Cain nodded lightly, turning around and continuing to walk down the halls. Lucifer turned back to the table, hunching over whatever he was working once more.
Weird guy, Cain thought.
After a few more minutes of stumbling around like a fawn in snow, he came across another wooden board attached to the wall, simillar to the one in the first space he had woken up in.
He stepped closer, pressing his ear to the wall.
"I told you that going to earth would be a bad idea, honey. Look where it got you!"
A woman's voice announced - not yours. A few seconds of silence passed before another muffled voice filled his ears through the walls.
"I don't regret it, but I don't understand how he was able to hurt us that much. You and dad said that he wasn't as powerful as us!"
Your voice. That was you.
Cain wasted no time, he immediatley barged into the room.
On the bed were two figures. You and another woman, your mother, probably.
Before he had time to even take a proper look at you, you had ran over and tackled him to the ground.
"Cain! Oh, thank Satan! Are you okay? When did you wake up?"
You slightly pulled away to look at him, Cain let out a sigh of relief, hugging you back after finally getting ahold of himself.
"Just now. I've been looking for you, I saw a man somewhere around here. Your father, I think."
You smiled, helping him stand up.
"You can tell me all about it later, you definetley haven't had enough rest."
Just as he was about to respond, the third presence in the room made herself known again.
Your mother was tall, possibly tall enough to rival Adam. Her hair was the same shade of blonde as Lucifer's, but it was ridiciously long, almost reaching her knees. Lilith looked much more familliar to Cain then you and Lucifer did, but that was to be expected, the was a human too, afterall.
This entire situation was confusing, Cain was very thankful that you had filled in the gaps of the story of creation he had been taught, otherwise, his eyes would have probably bulged out of his head at the sight of another human in hell.
"You need much more rest, too, dear. Why don't you go back to your own room? I'll take care of your friend."
You looked back at your mother, hesitating, but you didn't argue. You and Cain exchanged one last look before you exited, leaving him alone with Lilith.
The queen of hell silently turned around and sat back down on the bed, Cain, not knowing what to do, followed her.
That had been the right move, apperantly. Lilith shifted his tunic to the side, revealing a series of white bandages decorating Cain's chest.
He hadn't even noticed them earlier, probably because he had been too preoccupied with finding you.
"You're Adam and Eve's first consequnce, then."
Lilith's smooth voice cut through the tension as she worked on re-applying the bandages that were too bloody to heal any more.
"I... I guess."
He hadn't even considered how akward it would be to meet your parents. The first woman, the actual first woman, not the replacement that was his mother. He didn't even know where to start.
Lilith did, however. She pulled away from him, looking down at Cain with a mixture of judgement and something unreadable.
"Y/N wasn't supposed to know this much, but there's nothing I can do to delete her memories."
She stood up, walking past him, just as she stepped up to the exit, she paused, but didn't turn back.
"She talks well about you, and as much as i'd like to wrap up all aspects of my past surronding Eden, I can tell you care about her, too."
Her voice dropped a bit, making Cain shiver despite the undeniable approval in her tone.
"I hope we can grow to respect eachother fully, one day. Untill then, take care of Y/N."
With that, she left, leaving Cain alone in the new chamber.
He wanted to leave again, to find you and finish talking to you, but something in the back of his mind stopped him from doing that.
He lied down on the plush bedding, folding his hands across his chest and staring at the ceiling.
Cain always believed that his life had been fully carved out into stone, but that was no longer the case.
Killing Abel had completley changed the trajectory of his story, whether that be for better or worse.
I drew my below average hh sinner oc/persona as doggie practice, the color palette is so ass but I guess it parallels vivziepops eye bleeding red she uses. Idk but it was nice to draw after a hot ass minute of school fatigue and feeling like drawing anything is pointless because people would rather watch ai slop instead of anime like regular human beings before 2024 or so
content: fluff, gn reader x coat guy (can be interpreted as romantic or platonic), cat lady and bar guy mentioned, mention of being drugged (doesn’t actually happen, just a thought), kind of rushed 😔
notes: first post! writing is kind of chopped since I’m rusty ✌️🥹
wc: 1.4k
Ever since taking shelter in your house, the Cold Man has been dead silent. Well, he has talked, but it was only to ask for coffee (which he did once by the way). Other than that, nothing.
You can’t blame him. If you were in his shoes, forced to hide in a complete stranger’s home with even more strangers, you wouldn’t say shit either — but, he had to speak up at some point. He’d shake at night, nuzzling into his layers of clothes to find at least a sliver of warmth. No matter how much he curled into himself, or how many layers he had on, he always felt stuck in a blizzard. He didn’t have to go through this. All he had to do was ask for blankets. That’s it. It’s not rocket science.
You sensed the turmoil, of course. You could hear his teeth chattering whenever you walked past the living room. It was weird, considering the others who have taken refuge in your home were just fine, so why was he near freezing?
The warm pinks and oranges of the sky had faded. An inky cast takes place. You felt calm during these hours, but you’d be an idiot to think you were completely safe. Your house can only do so much against the horrors of the night.
Paranoia gripped you. No matter how much you shook, you couldn’t pry it off. You felt vulnerable by having so many strangers just outside the room. Could you trust them? Were they even human? What would you do if they weren’t?
That’s for the future to handle. The present calls for some tea and melatonin.
🌀🪼
Leaving the kitchen, you felt something furry brush against your legs. Looking down greeted you with green eyes, blinking slowly once they met yours. God, the things you would do for this cat. Ever since that lady came to your door with the little furball, you’ve been obsessed.
You crouched down, careful not to spill your tea, and scratched that special spot under the cat’s chin. He purred in response and head-butted you for more. You were more than glad to oblige until something interrupted the quiet ambience of the night.
Teeth chattering.
It was almost cartoonish how loud it was, like a jackhammer. This man might as well go sit outside during the day.
You stood up, sighing when the cat mewled.
“I knowww,” You whine in a low voice. “I’m so sorry, I love you—“
The cat slumped onto the carpet, already forgetting about the ordeal. A grimace appeared on your face.
“Fatty,” You murmured with faux-disdain as you walked off.
Further into the hall, right by the front door, resided a closet. There was nothing spectacular, just a few coats and spare blankets. The latter was exactly what you needed. They were thick and real fluffy. Wrap anyone in them and they’d be out like a light.
You brought your mug of tea and took a sip (you should really put that down) and reached out with your freehand to grab two blankets. After tucking them in your armpit, you closed the closet door with your foot.
The Cold Man was in the same position as always: slouched, head tucked down with his hands over it. He tried to make himself smaller, as if he didn’t have the whole couch to himself (The Tall Man occupied the other one).
When you came in, he shot up like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. You froze. He froze.
…
“You good?” You winced as the words came out. All the paranoia that enveloped you was gone. Now, you just felt awkward.
The Cold Man looked side-to-side and slowly lowered his shoulders. He sat up and nodded.
“Cool,” You hummed. There was no way he was okay but you were too tired to go back-and-forth. You put the mug down on the coffee table and hold up the folded, albeit lazily, blankets.
“I brought you some more blankets,” You urged them towards the Cold Man.
The man stared for an uncomfortably long time. Should you…say something? This felt like a cutscene you couldn’t skip.
Finally, finally, he uttered something, “Thank you.”
Boney hands reached out and took the blankets. Just when you were about to call it a night, you noticed that the man was staring at your mug. It was a pottery project you made during high school. Horrific was the only way to describe it — eyes drooping down, mouth opened with its tongue sticking out — this shit might as well be a visitor.
“Is he that ugly?” You pouted, picking up the mug and holding it to your chest.
“I—“ The Cold Man sputtered. He’s been on auto-pilot the whole day. His social battery was too low to do this right now. “It’s not! It’s…cute.”
You tried to keep a straight face for dramatic effect, but soon a fit of giggles filled the living room.
“Wait,” You took a moment to get yourself together. “I was joking. His name is Eugene, by the way.”
The Cold Man furrowed his eyebrows.
You nodded your head down, “The mug.”
Oh.
The man leaned forward, to which you moved the mug closer so he could see.
“What’s in it?” Should he have said Eugene? Wait, that’s kind of…weird.
“Chamomile,” Your finger played with the tag hanging out the mug. The Cold Man had that puppy look. Y’know, the one with the big beady eyes that try their hardest to tear up? Perfect resemblance.
“You want some?”
“Um—“
“Too late.”
The two of you rested on the couch, sipping at your mugs like primadonnas. The Cold Man didn’t think he’d like the tea this much. You definitely added something, a pinch of sugar or a spoonful of honey, maybe a drug.
He didn’t enjoy the last one all that much.
Playing detective once more, you spotted how the blankets you gifted him were pushed to the cushion next to him. Alll that work, having to take a few steps and back, for nothing! For now, you’ll keep quiet.
The Cold Man’s hands shook as he looked at you. Not from anxiety, he was used to you now, but from the chills that racked his body. The heat from the mug barely did anything.
“Thank you. F-For this.”
You shrugged, “It’s nothing.”
“No, really,” The Cold man retorted with a shake of his head. “It’s not just the tea, it’s — it’s everything. Without you, I’d be dead.”
Something heavy seemed to take over the atmosphere. Death was a common reoccurrence in the conversations you’ve had with the people here. It was inevitable, yes, but the possibility of it happening so soon felt…wrong. You haven’t done anything spontaneous or record-breaking, but not having the option to do so leaves you hopeless.
However, the conversation itself is tiring to have over-and-over again, so you would leave that for another day.
“Don’t think about that,” You reach for the blankets. “You’re here, you’re safe.”
Were any of you?
“That’s it.”
When you turned, the Cold Man’s heart stopped once he saw the grin that overtook your face. He didn’t know much about you, but what he did know was that something was going to happen to him. Before he had a chance to react, you jumped forward.
With two corners of one of the blankets in your hands, you wrapped your arms around the Cold Man. He practically ragdolled, flopping down on the couch.
“Nope, come back,” You chided, rolling him and the blanket into a burrito. Once he was all tucked in, you propped him up against the pillow and sat back.
He was pouting. Like a baby.
But, he wasn’t as cold anymore. Not perfect, but it did the job.
“Night, night!” You sing-songed while you got up, prancing into the hallway.
The Cold Man could only grumble. As embarrassing as it was, he didn’t hate it.
The next morning, just when you were on your way to call ForRest, you heard snoring. Not just the usual deep, infuriating snoring from the Bar Guy, but something softer in the mix. Peering into the living room, you saw the Cold Man still sleeping. Nothing unusual until you look just a little closer. The cat was curled up against him, sprawled out like it’s been working all day.
Kanaya panel redraw but I lowkey went overboard with the patterns n shit cuz it's way past 11 pm
I've stared at this fucking panel for three days I'll. Never look at it the same
Why does kanaya even wear a red skirtbin the first place, do midblood trolls naturally like that mutant red or what I missed that among the 8000 pages of pure brainrot and bullfuckery
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