#casiferweek

[fatalchild]

Where You Want to Be

Chapter Three

Castiel soon became Lucifer’s primary preoccupation. He thought about him even when he wasn’t trying to and worried for him more than he had anyone in a long time. Between crafting spells and looking for weapons, Lucifer would occasionally slip into his little side room in Hell to go inward and find Castiel. The garden seemed to be staying intact, at Castiel’s desire, Lucifer assumed, and it made for a peaceful, human-free reprieve from the world. Lucifer liked the feel of Castiel’s fingers wrapped around his own, and Castiel seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to. More and more of his story emerged each time Lucifer visited him, and the story was unsettling. Lucifer had been right all along, but in suffering, there was kinship.

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[art by mashuradi]

[mashuradi]

Based from @fatalchild‘s fanfiction “Where You Want to Be” for the Casiferweek. A collab. This is from chapter three, basically the end of it <3. And it’s done, I managed to get this done in time! -So proud of herself lol-

[fatalchild]

Where You Want to Be

Chapter Two

Lucifer was familiar enough with discomfort that he often didn’t notice it. The Cage was, quite firmly, in his past now, but millions of years of tortuous confinement lingered in a crick in his neck or a dull throb between his wings. Most days, Lucifer felt such sensations wash past him and afforded them as little attention as he did the memory of Hell itself, but the sharp heat creeping beneath his skin prickled in a strange new way that stole his attention from more important tasks for the better part of the day. More than once, his demonic retainers had needed to call to him several times before he answered. He had dropped a crystal goblet with such intricate beauty that he valued it too much for such carelessness. Fortunately, nobody had been around to see that, though they had been present for the culmination of the afternoon: Lucifer flat out walking into a demon not one, not two, but three different times. They all noticed that, but most at least had the courtesy of pretending it was the other party’s error.

Mortification was one thing, like the pain, but the chance that Castiel was thrashing about inside him in some attempt to seize control or cast him out was quite another.

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[art by mashuradi]

[mashuradi]

“You used your grace on me?” “I laid my wings over you.”

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Based from @fatalchild‘s fanfiction “Where You Want to Be” for the Casiferweek. A collab. This is from chapter two, Lucifer was basically talking to Castiel about what he did while the little seraph was asleep, kind of :D I had to draw something related to that xD

[mashuradi]

Based from @fatalchild‘s fanfiction “Where You Want to Be” for the Casiferweek. A collab.  This is from chapter one, there is still two more to go, let’s see if I can make it on time! <3 

[fatalchild]

Where You Want to Be

Chapter One

The air was thick with a sickly mingling of sulfur and smoke. Bile rose up in Lucifer’s throat, the product of a weakened vessel, and his muscles rebelled with a strange, burning stiffness. Hell. He had been banished to Hell. Lucifer turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the blocks of dull color to coalesce into something definite. It took too long, and even when he was able to see straight, the vessel seemed to protest even the smallest movement. Lucifer swore to himself. Fucking humans. They had no business with such power, no right to use it against an angel, an archangel like himself. Lucifer struggled to his feet and wiped the pit’s grime from his palms across his coat. Arrogant little abominations. He needed to lie down.

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[art by mashuradi]

[fatalchild]

"...Castiel?"

"Sorry. Baby brother can't come to the phone right now."

"Get out of him."

"Sorry, Luci. Leviathan beats archangel, and we've gotten so comfortable in here, and oh, you should hear him scream."

-- [x]

[luciferious-archive]

Undertow: A Casifer Fanmix ↳In which Castiel dies in the sanatorium ambush, and Lucifer resurrects him.

The Day the World Went Away | Nine Inch Nails

The sweetest price, he'll have to pay The day the whole world went away

Autumn Leaves Revisited | Thursday

The leaves will fall; so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass; we'll make it through Eventually we all are going home

Undertow | Tool

I've been struck dumb by a voice that Speaks from deep beneath the cold black water It's twice as clear as heaven, and twice as loud as reason It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed And just as never ending

Stand and Feel Your Worth | Thrice

We will wield a second birth, whet our wits and knives Wrap our knees in earth, wrap ourselves in light Wake, we will weigh and drink this cup We will burn, but we will not burn up

Desolate Earth | Underoath

You said there was nothing left down here Well I roamed around the wasteland And I swear I found something