#gracelesssoldier

[bringdownthekxng]

Mark Pellegrino & Rachel Miner in Without A Trace

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✗ [ at this point you should expect me to send these. ]

     Lucifer had grabbed him, and while he thought it was going to be punch to the face, turned out to be an angry kiss in the heat of their argument. In the kiss was anger, and passion. It caught Sam completely off guard, but he fell into the kiss nonetheless, back against the wall, shirt crumpled in Lucifer’s grasp, and so, so compliant.

     When the kiss broke, there was a moment of awkward tension before Sam broke it with speaking.

          “What was that for?”

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Positivity: angelofvega, hunterandlittlebrother, gracelesssoldier

Positivty; Alright! Let’s do this! 💓AngelOfVega; I first met them when I was still kinda new here?? They’re really sweet and I adore both them and muse! Just wanna squish their cheeks and tell them how precious they are. I don’t talk to them that much but hey, everyone’s got lives. They just be better taking care of themselves with that job of theirs or I’ll come down there.-Anyway. Go follow if you aren’t already!HunterandlittleBrother: Very sweet! :> I haven’t talked to the mun much, but they seem very sweet from when I’ve talked to them. I adore their Sam, although Uriel seems him as a toy; she needs to stop that. But!! I need to kick my own ass and start replying to them more; Uriel likes to tease her brothers mate.~Gracelesssoldier; OH GOD. I TALK TO HIM ON KIK ALMOST ALL THE TIME. About? Love Live. Out of all things. We talk about lesbian idols and how the game is awful and ruins lives. I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET INTO THAT AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO THE DEVIL AND NOW YOU’RE IN LESBIAN HELL. Which is pretty funny seeing as how his muse. Who I adore, too. His responses make me smile and crack up. He’s very amazing and hes stuck in this hell with me.

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gracelesssoldier skomentował(a) Twój post:And Priest! Lucifer And yes, this is because of...

This so good, omfg. Gives me PurCon feels again, haha.

My PurCon feels have never left me. I miss it all so bad.

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gracelesssoldier

continued from here.

TK - Unravel [ English translation of the 1. Tokyo Ghoul Opening  bc I’m a fucking nerd. ]   [ src. ]

I don’t want to hurt you, It’s not my nature. A monster born from dusk to dawn can’t be your saviour Remember the ‘me’, the way I used to be.

When Lucifer slept, he dreamt. Horribly, painful dreams. Nightmares, Sam would call them.And the angel though, if humans always dreamt like this when they were asleep, he’d rather not sleep ever again. ( images of the cage, his time in heaven, michael, father — all the memories lucifer effectively suppressed during the day. )

More than once, Sam would wake up to the tense body of a former archangel, whose eyes were squeezed shut. Sometimes Lucifer would cry, not that Sam ever dared to mention it. But those were only the peaceful times.

Sometimes, Sam’s awakening would be less calm. When his dreams became too vivid, Lucifer wouldn’t even notice that this was Sam who was with him. No one who would try to hurt him, no, Sam, his Sam. And then the hunter would feel a hand wrapping around his neck or his arm, trying to get rid of whoever this was.

Up to this point, nothing bad had happened. Lucifer came back to his senses soon enough to not suffocate him. But Lucifer panicked nonetheless — and then he ran. And Sam would find him, hiding somewhere in the darker corners of the bunker. Where it wasn’t possible for him to lay a hand on his vessel.

I’m a monster, he’d say, while his eyes were fixed on the bruises that were slowly forming on the human’s skin. You said so yourself. I’ve always been one.

Sam was far too used to having hands around his throat, or arms gripping him tightly with strength. His body would just instantly relax as he would try to talk the Devil through his strife, offering comfort and a shoulder to cry on ( metaphorically speaking ). Usually, that was enough to suffice. Lucifer would wake up, and Sam would hold him, let him spill out his grief and sleep would resume.

But there were times when sleep evaded the both of them, Lucifer so upset at hurting his vessel, that he would bolt away, hiding to himself, telling himself how awful he was. And Sam-- Sam in those times didn’t help. The bruises around his neck and on his arms and on his legs ( God- everywhere - ) would only make things so much fucking worse for his partner.

He grimaced, leaning down to Lucifer in the corner, seeing the horror in his eyes; the regret, despair, and utter guilt tipping Sam off to his condition. He knelt down, holding his hands out to him, as an offering.

“Hey, hey... Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine. These bruises? They’ll go away with time. So will the nightmares...” He couldn’t smile at him, for that was a lie. This wouldn’t be easy for Lucifer to comprehend. This is what Sam when through every time he had a nightmare, or a night terror, one always worse than the other.

“Remember when I used to flail about in bed? And-And just scream constantly? This is what that was. You’ll get through it.” It’d been so much easier when Lucifer could just lay his palm on Sam’s head to rid him of his demons. It was a shame that he couldn’t do the same for Lucifer. “I’m okay, Luci. I’m alright. C’mere.”

[bringdownthekxng]

Lucifer for that character thingy (Haha...)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗more like a worship *cough*

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗she adores him, but she doesn’t really have a lot of hope

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gracelesssoldier It was just a simple walk back home. Uriel just wanted to get back home to her little brother. She was specifically told not to go anywhere, but she had went out anyway. A bag in her hand, a cup of coffee in the other. She was bribing her brother with candy, trying to get him to say that she was a great babysitter and no, she didn’t leave to go anywhere. She didn’t go and hang out with her best friend, Michael. Taking a phone out of her pocket, she checked the text message from her sibling.  ‘Dad just called saying he’ll be home later than usual.’ Good. She had more than enough time to get home and clean up any evidence she was out. Putting her phone away, she looked up only in time to bump into someone and spill her coffee all over them. Ooh man. Just what she needed. Wait. Wasn’t this her friends older brother? Oh, whoops.  “Sorry about that.” She put on a grin. Hold up. Michael talked about his sibling alright, but she never imagined he’d be like.. attractive? Damn. Good thing she took a few napkins with her. It was supposed to be to help clean up the melted chocolate, but that mess could wait for another time.

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I want the K *flies off* xo

meme || accepting

20: Any of the Above [ so I chose jawline kisses uwu ]

     Lucifer’s lips trailed on Sam’s jaw bone, and Sam had never been so relaxed. The sensation made his skin electrify. The only other high that was better than this was demon blood. His body was Lucifer’s clay at this point, so able to be crafted in any way the Devil pleased.

     M. F. E. O. - It was the truth, too. Sam could fight the universe until there was nothing left to fight, but he would always be Lucifer’s. The devil’s fingers traced odd and uneven shapes onto the flesh of Sam’s chest, making soft cooing noises of approval. Tonight was just about the two of them, and no one else. Lucifer wouldn’t have it any other way...

     However, when Sam began to move away from him, the coos stopped and an irritation expression came over him.

          “And where do you think you’re going?” He knew Dean wasn’t going to be around for a while, so there was no reason for Sam to leave their cuddle session. There were daggers just behind his eyes, waiting to tack Sam to  the wall if he dared so much as to move another inch.

     The hunter sighed and moved back to his position, to which Lucifer was happy to accommodate eagerly, lips returning to their position on his jaw and neck. While Sam loved the feeling, his mind began to sink lower and lower into that dark space, where everything was wrong and horrible. His eyes shut and his head lulled back against the pillow.

          “What?” Lucifer hissed, in a very aggressive bite, eyes narrowing at the hunter. “Am I beginning to grate on your nerves?” His forked tongue gently licked a line up Sam’s neck, leaving a trail of ice cold spit behind it. Sam shook his head, but still wasn’t talking, which only began to annoy the almighty even more.

     Finally, he just decided to crawl on top of his lover, staring down at him, studying him. Something was burdening his mind. Something was a muck in this equation, and while Lucifer could easily pull it from Sam’s lips, he wanted him to speak on his own. He wanted Sam to trust him enough to tell him. Because he loved him.

          “It’s Dean.” And the lid on the boiling pot shot off like a canon.

          “What do you mean it’s Dean? You really can’t stop thinking of him when you’re with me, can you? I can fix that, very easily, if you’d let me.”

     Sam didn’t want it though. He loved his brother, more than life itself, and disappointing him was far too often in Sam’s life. He loved Lucifer, he did, but there was always that reoccurring doubt in his head. Those thoughts were quickly replaced as an invisible force trapped him to the bed.

     With confusion and a hint of fear in his eyes, he stared up at Lucifer, who placed his whole palm on the hunter’s forehead. He stared down at him as Sam’s world began to change. He felt the ice creeping into his bones, and horns ripping through the flesh on his forehead. The pain was like nothing he’d ever felt as he stared up at Lucifer, in all his glory, still using Nick as a meat suit.

          “Sammy, my darling prince, I love you.” He leaned down and kissed his lips, the frigid ice making his body begin to shiver for warmth. “You may think Dean owns you--” He pauses, thoughtfully, grinning down at him with an eerie calm smile of adoration. 

                                                      “But you were made for me.”