His other eye is messed up a bit, along with the ones underneath, after his struggles with Strex when they tried to re-educate him, and involved him fighting with Kevin.
I really like how he turned out and it was such fun to play with!
A/N: So part 2 is here please don’t hate me for how long it took to write up there was a lot happening. 3 power outages, 2 freak thunderstorms, and multiple family/friend engagements that needed attending. It is here however, and there shall be a part 3. This story happens to shirt Pov quite often and I am sorry.
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Warnings: ??Language?? (Not sure) mentions of past bullying, and past abuse (This is not Smut) Fluff... angsty?
(A Red Moon Part 1)
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To Sam and Dean’s surprise Lucifer had been in a somewhat, better mood the whole trip back to the bunker. Y/N wasn’t with them as she still needed to take care of the wolves, or at least get them back on their feet without her.
After a few more minutes of talking at the café she’d agreed that she would make sure the wolves would be able to fend for themselves and wouldn’t go on a rampage without her. Upon the request of both the brothers, who were actually doing it for Lucifer, Y/N also agreed that she would write to the brothers on the progress of the wolves. Sending the letters by sliding them under the entrance door to the bunker, but never coming in until her job was finished.
As Sam and Dean set down their bags, they leaned back with sighs of relief, and a cool one in their hands. While Lucifer just stayed unnervingly quiet, leaning against a wall biting on the edge of his thumb, thinking. Both brothers watched silently as he continued to confuse them, until Dean took a jab at him.
“Hey… uh Satan.” That got his attention, he was glaring at Dean now, but remained unmoved. “You alright there? I mean it’s great that you’ve been quiet for once, but you’re a-a- Sammy?” The Winchester glanced nervously at his brother for help as Lucifer just seemed to get more agitated at him without even saying a word. His strong will breaking beneath the arch angel’s glare.
Both brothers took a swig of their drinks and gulped before attempting again. Lucifer went back to looking at nothing in particular while he thought.
“What I think Dean is trying to say is that, uh, you’re freaking us out. I know we don’t usually care, but you’re freaking us the fuck out.” Sam tried to keep his normal voice, but ended up sounding quiet on every other word. It was true they usually couldn’t care less, but having seen him almost die, be saved, and finding someone who seemed just as weird as him, they just weren’t sure at this point.
“I’m… conflicted….” The only words Lucifer spoke before he left to think and contemplate somewhere quieter. Both brothers shared a silent look and eased back into their comfortable state.
Later that evening Castiel had stopped by with information for the brothers, but quickly disappeared once the three had determined if it was helpful at all.
(Next Day)
Dean had trudged into the kitchen only to look out into the main hall just to see Sam leaning against a table with a worried look across his face. Dean moved to the coffee pot before going to stand by his brother’s side.
“Morning.” Dean grumbled as he lifted the fresh brew to his lips, the steam warming his face. Sam continued to stare up at the door with a furrowed brow as he said his small greeting. A moment of silence took over and Dean waited patiently for his brother to fill him in on what he was looking at. Another sip of coffee and he poked his brother gaining his attention.
“What are you expecting to happen?” The same confused look as before returned to Sam’s face. Dean sighed thinking it was obvious. “What’re you waiting for? You’re staring at the entrance like it was going to grow a head. What’s up?”
Sam’s face lit up in realization as to what his brother was talking about. Sam took a long drink from his previously forgotten cup of coffee and returned to looking at the entrance.
“What for it. Any minute now Y/N is going to-“Sam stopped as both brothers heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming into the bunker. Lucifer appeared around the corner already descending the stairs and making way to his room. A dainty white envelope in hand and a smile tugging the corner of his lips as he gracefully moved to his room.
Silence filled the large area, questioning and curious looks on the brother’s faces as they considered how long Lucifer had been up there waiting or why he might have been so eager to get the letter.
“Should we go after him?” Sam suggested, and Dean simply nodded and moved forward. They arrived at Lucifer’s shut door, less than silence coming from behind the door. Sam stepped forward to tap the wood.
“Lucifer, want to fill us in on Y/N?” Silence followed shortly thereafter. The brothers gave each other a warry glance before Dean tried the door knob. Surprisingly they found it to be unlocked, so Dean pressed on opening the door to find the angel on the edge of his bed reading the letter intensely.
A separate sheet of paper lay face down on the bed next to him. Sam carefully picked it up and moved back next to Dean. Lucifer either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, most likely the latter. This sheet was meant for the brothers as it held their names at the top of the page.
Dean, and Sam.
Thank you again for allowing me to get the wolves back on their feet, this might be easier than I thought. They are eager to learn how to properly hunt, when to hunt, how to control themselves, and when to get together.
I just finished getting them together and getting them to know each other. Tonight I’m going to show them the basics of hunting and what to hunt and when. There are some young ones they will take a little long to just understand what they are. Otherwise everything is going well, even though I plan on coming to this ‘bunker’ you have told me about, I am still going to keep my house out here.
Sincerely,
Y/N
P.S. Call me at this number if Lucifer is acting up, I’ll come put him in place ;)
(Y/P/N)
The brothers had smiles on that had grown slowly as they read the letter. Dean was already typing Y/N’s phone number into his contacts as Sam refolded the paper and set it back down next to Lucifer who was still reading another sheet of paper. He glanced over Lucifer’s shoulder and saw it was a message for him from Y/N, although there was much less writing.
“Let’s go, leave him to it.” Sam grabbed his curious brother’s arm and pulled him away from Lucifer.
He just kept sitting there reading it over and over. The small message meant just for him, it had only been a day, but it felt like this one message was months overdue. Lucifer sat at the edge of his bed barely noticing the Winchesters as they came and gone, he was too captivated by the hand written letter you had written him. It was a simply message, but it was the last part that got him.
Lucifer,
I’m loving the idea that you are thee, Lucifer. I can’t put into words how amazing it was to find out, and to meet you. It’s awesome, and I hope you behave for the brothers until I get there, don’t want you having all the fun without me now.
Please be safe, I can’t have you falling off buildings without me there to catch you.
Sincerely,
Y/N, and remember:
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now, come morning light.
Those last few words, the last section of the letter is what made Lucifer re-read the letter over and over. Y/N’s playful mood in the words, and the idea of her smiling while she wrote it, her red eyes scanning over each word and pen stroke with grace. He could not get her out of his head for the life of him and he had no idea why.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright.
He closed his eyes and focused on the words. He could practically feel the wind rushing past him again, Y/N’s cold hands grasping him tight, flush to her chest. The warmth of her breathe on his ear as she spoke just barely above a whisper. He’d given up and she said, but a few words and he was warm.
The fires of Hell could not bring warmth to him, yet Y/N’s simple words made him burn hotter than Hell.
(Four days later)
Each one of the following letters from you had Lucifer waiting at the door to the bunker each morning, then off to his room where he would read them privately. Once he was satisfied he would bring the letter or letters addressed to Sam and Dean, but he always kept the ones written to him. For some reason that he still could not explain they meant something to him. Granted he left them in an unorganized pile on the desk in his room, but every time he looked to them, a smile threatened to take over his features.
You were almost complete with the wolves, in your latest message to the brothers you covered everything you’d done, and what was left. The only thing left was getting the pack a bit of money, which you deemed as easy, and to absolutely make sure that they were okay with each other.
You planned a small gathering of the wolves for lunch and it had turned out fairly well. For the remainder of the day you had been organizing your house and securing it making sure nobody would get in, and that everything was hidden away properly.
Unbeknownst to you Lucifer was starting to doubt whether or not you would actually accept him after all that he had done, even though you continually wrote to him telling him how interesting it was that he is Lucifer. That night you grabbed everything that you’d need and headed off towards the bunker, by foot. You decided to walk half way then fly the rest, that way you got an exercise and you would be there around the same time you sent the letters.
In the previous letters you made sure to keep it vague as to when you would be coming to the bunker, you wanted to surprise them. Most of all you wanted to surprise Lucifer.
As you walked at a casual pace down the side of the long road, you thought to yourself. You’d finally found someone, multiple someone’s who looked at you as a person and not as a freak. People who looked at you as a marvel and not as an abomination. You’d been put down most your life, nobody taking your side in anything, so you learned to thrive on your own.
The stars and the moon became your safe haven, you glanced up noticing the sun going down and remembered the little message you wrote at the end of every message to Lucifer.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now, come morning light.
They were actual lyrics to a song, but for some strange reason they just filled you up in that moment and you had to say them. Now they’d become a mini personal message, a constant reminder that you were going to be there to catch him if he fell, and that you did catch him. He was worth saving, he was worth catching, and you would have it no other way.
You’d been walking for the better part of five hours and your feet were hurting, but you refused to stop not wanting to be there any later then intended. However a tree resting under the dark sky and illuminating stars called to you.
You leaned up against the trunk and peered up at the sky. Most people thought of the night as just that, night. You saw it as an escape, the pure emotion and color you could see and experience just from looking up at the sky was captivating. A thick wave of green had taken over the northern section of the sky, racing tendrils of green and blue reaching out to the dotted ink drops of white, yellow and red that littered the sky. It was as if an artist had simply splattered seemingly random drops of ink across a black and navy blue page.
The leaves of the tree were small and only blocked out a bit of the scene above you, but you could still see it all. You had to admit having red eyes made you an outcast, but they came with some interesting abilities. Night vision and what you called predator vision. Anything living glowed with a red similar to your eyes, but anything like a candle would also glow as it was warm and gave off heat; this was predator vision.
Night vision was exactly how it sounded, if you looked straight ahead you could clearly see past the black of night and see varying degrees of grey and blues that made up the shadows. It was like the sun had a hazy thick smoke cloud in front of it, thus making the world seem grey. However if you looked at the night sky the clouds simply disappeared and you could clearly see the perfect galaxy beyond.
You hadn’t realized you’d started walking again towards the bunker while staring up at the night sky, but you’d officially set yourself behind, probably by only a few minutes, but you were disliked being late. You reached under your jacket and undid the clip holding your wings’ restraints together, effectively freeing your wings. You grabbed the restraints and gripped your bag a little tighter as you lifted into the ocean of colors towards the bunker.
(Next morning)
Sam and Dean sat at the table occasionally glancing up at the door to see if the letter had come yet and if Lucifer was going to disappear off to his room again. It was officially 9:10am and the brothers were getting suspicious, the letters usually came at 9, on the dot. They brushed it off thinking that you were just getting caught up in something. They had no doubt that Lucifer would be carrying a little envelope to his room in no time.
Both brothers were enjoying this new side of Lucifer. He hadn’t lashed out at either of the boys for the past three days, and they were liking it. You seemed to bring a better side of him out, without even being here physically. One day after getting the letter Lucifer brought Sam and Dean their section of the letter and he had the pleasant starting’s of a smile on his face.
Lucifer was currently leaning quietly against the wall opposite the door. The heavy metal sitting cold and opposing across the small space, it was all that was in his way from seeing you. At first he tried to suppress his feelings, having quickly come to the conclusion that it was due to his vulnerable human like state that he was falling for you.
Your different personality, your power and confidence, but at the same time your odd behavior, and shy words. Not to mention you weren’t human, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what you were, the lack of grace stopping him from knowing. The added bonus of your eyes, the red and freckled orange eyes reflecting his own pure red eyes, and you wings the deep colors of the night, the speckles of silver and deep green ever so faint, but visible. You truly were a Goddess of the Moon.
Lucifer’s head shot up to stare at the door as the sound of footsteps just barely echoed past the heavy metal. He continued to lean against the wall, but uncrossed his arms almost reaching for the door. Every morning he’d done this, he’d wanted to throw open the door and to just see you would fill him with warmth.
Snapping back to the sounds, he could faintly hear the crunching of footsteps getting closer, then climbing down the stairs to the door. This was different, there was a long pause as if a hesitation, was something wrong? Was Y/N alright? Maybe it isn’t Y/N? Lucifer’s mind started to travel once more, but he was determined to focus on this. It was unlike him to think this way, but it was as if he couldn’t control it.
“Lucifer?” Your voice sounded behind the metal and he almost didn’t know what to do. Just the way you said his name sent shivers through him. He wanted to hear you say his name in so many different ways. However before his mind could wander any further and the silence grow he spoke.
“Y/N.” His voice came out a little deeper then he meant, but he spoke none the less. He hadn’t spoken to you in days, but it felt like years.
(Y/N POV)
You stood casually before the heavy door, but your body was tense as ever. You wanted to just rip open the door, you knew you had the strength to, but you decided against it. When Lucifer answered his voice was deep and sounded like music to your ears. You’d never gotten this attached to someone before, but you saw the archangel as an exception, a very handsome one at that.
You gripped the handle of your bag trying to relax and just breathe. The sting of your wings back in the restraints pulling you back to the situation. You lifted your head to stare down the door, a determined look plastered on your face. Nobody had ever accepted you so this was major, having people willingly let you into their home whilst knowing you’re not human.
“I’m officially done with the wolves, so I’m here to stay Lucifer. That is if you guys still want me here.” You gripped your bag a little harder as the sound of the doors locking mechanisms slowly released.
You came face to face with Lucifer, a somewhat blank look on his face as he took your appearance in. No sunglasses, and casual clothes, but a good sized duffle bag in your hand, as you slightly bit your lip nervous that they would turn you away. When he locked eyes with you he took a step back and gestured for you to come in.
You let out the breathe you were holding and moved inside and around the corner of the darkened entrance way as Lucifer shut the heavy door.
The main hall area was huge, well lit, and had tons of books. You got so caught up looking at all the books and the old wooden style of the place you hadn’t quite seen Sam and Dean. The brothers got up from their places, surprised smiles on their faces as they saw you come in.
“Hey, Y/N you’re here! You came, that’s great, and it’s great to have you here.” Sam was in quite a happy mood upon seeing you here and seeing the silent look of content on Lucifer’s face from up the stairs behind you. Sam came up to you as you put your bag down, and gave you a big reassuring hug.
You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from hissing out in pain as he squeezed a little too hard on your caged wings. As he pulled away you quickly put a smile on your face.
“It’s good to see you again Sam.” You smiled to him as he stood there just looking you over like a brother would making sure you were alright.
“Hey what about me?” Dean pipped up from behind Sam’s large figure, his arms opened wide and a playfully hurt look on his face. You rolled your eyes before opening your arms and ushering him to come to you. He did, but he hugged a little softer than Sam, and for a shorter time so you didn’t have to bite your lip. As you grabbed your bag and looked between the brothers you spoke.
“Are you guys sure it’s alright that I stay here? I mean are you really sure, I don’t want to impose on you.” You spoke softly, and as the brother’s nodded and reassured you that it was going to be alright you turned to look at Lucifer a questioning look on your face. He was quiet for a few moments having not expected you to need or even look to him for his opinion.
He gave a stiff silent nod as he shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly descended the stairs. A smile erupted onto your face and you just couldn’t help it. The brothers would never understand how much this meant for you to be accepted into their home.
“So shall I show you to your room?” Sam offered and you quickly nodded and followed as he walked down a side hall. As you walked to the room you were going to occupy there was a room with the door wide open. You peered in curious, just to find a somewhat empty room with a pile of letters on the desk and a slightly disheveled bed. You caught up to Sam only a few feet away as he started talking.
“This next one here will be your room, uh just so you know yours is right next to Lucifer’s. Dean and I are just down the hall a bit and on the other wall.” He pointed to each room as he spoke and you silently nodded along. When he finished you stepped into the entrance of your new room and smiled.
“Well thank you for showing me to my room Sam, I’ll be out in a bit just want to get used to the room if that’s alright?” You carefully asked and he just smiled and nodded then left back down the hall you’d come from.
You moved into the room setting you bag down and closing the door. It was a simple room almost nothing in it, but you didn’t mind, it actually reminded you of your house back in the woods outside of town.
After getting settled and replacing your heavy jacket with a lighter sweater that was still able to hide your wings you went out to the hall. Sam and Dean were reading when you came into the hall, Lucifer noticed you immediately and you went over to him. Stopping in front of him you held open your arms and waited for him to get up. He looked at you puzzled.
“Come on archangel, I don’t care if you don’t like hugs you’re getting one anyways.” He got up and embraced you, his cold touch sending shivers through you. He was gently, probably not entirely knowing how to hug someone, or haven’t had a hug in quite some time. He held your shoulders as he pulled away. You noticed a smile tugging at his lips and you smiled for him.
His diamond blue eyes looking calm as ever, yet conflicted. He let go and sat back down and you sat down in the chair next to him, hissing as you landed a little too hard and hit your wings. You shifted forward and hoped that no one had noticed. You looked to Sam and Dean to see them still nose deep in either their books or their laptops.
It wasn’t until you felt Lucifer’s hand on your shoulder that you knew you were busted. You looked to him and saw the concerned look and sighed.
“It’s nothing, really, just sat down too hard.” You tried to shrug it off, but he didn’t let you off the hook that easy. He gave you a disapproving look.
(Lucifer Pov)
There was obviously something wrong, she was injured somewhere and even though I didn’t have my grace I still wanted to know how badly she was hurt to see if I could help in anyway.
I could tell she was lying as soon as she tried to brush off the hiss of pain she let pass her lips. She sighed and turned her back to me removing her sweater to reveal the source of pain. Even with my reputation and the numerous things I’ve seen and done. I couldn’t help the pain filled tears that threatened to show themselves.
Absolutely nobody would have been prepared to see what was before me now. Her wings her precious, delicate, extremely sensitive wings were bond tight to her body in possibly the most intricate set of restraints I’d ever seen. Thick bands of metal and leather keeping the wings tight to her back and within the size of her back. My own wings ached just seeing her wings like this.
I let a pained sound leave my mouth as I slowly began unbuckling her wings. One buckle gone and a section unraveled, but her wings were still secure to her back, but now I could see how badly bent they truly were.
“It just hurts a bit to touch them after I take the restraints on or off, but it helps me look a little more normal even if I am hissing silently whenever someone bumps into me, or brushes against me. I’m just use to it now.” She shrugged and I saw her wings strain again. I was quick to get rid of the rest of the restraints so she could be free.
Once all of the evil contraption was off her wings slowly unfolded, letting out little popping sounds as they did so just like a human would crack their knuckles.
“Y/N.” I had become so serious that even the Winchester’s finally looked up to see my darkened face.
“Promise me that you will never… in the rest of this worlds’ existence ever put those restraints on again.” She looked so shocked, it hurt to see the emotions run across her face. She’d probably never had someone ever care, never had someone so possessive of her and her safety. I didn’t care what the brothers thought of me now, I just never wanted Y/N to ever put her wings back into that awful position again. It was unnatural.
“I need an answer Y/N.” I was stern and dead serious I never wanted that happening ever again. I would flay the person who tried to force her back into those. She nodded stiffly before realizing that I wanted to hear her say it.
“Alright, yes I promise. Never ever put my wings back in the restraints. Promise Lucifer.” She was still nodding, but a bit softer now.
“What’s the matter?” Dean asked, his words said more out of concern. Y/N quickly turned her gaze to the Winchester and I watched as he wings tucked in close to her body.
A sign that she wasn’t comfortable on the topic. She was barely here a day and already breaking my heart, I personally know what it’s like to have your wings tormented, tortured and bent into unnatural positions, so to see that and hear that Y/N was “use to it” was more painful then Hell’s fires.
“Oh uh, I just… Lucifer heard me hiss in pain and I showed him what it was, and now I’ve promised to never do it again.” Sam and Dean were curious now at her words, both of them leaning into their chairs a bit more while turning to look at her better.
“What exactly was it? If you don’t mind us asking?” Sam inquired. Her wings fidgeted and fluffed up a little. Another sign of the uncomfortable topic. Obviously these nodal brothers couldn’t see the signs.
“Her wings were restrained in a painful and quite horrific position and I told her I never wanted to see her wings in restraints again. Simple really Sammy, with how her wings were it probably hurt to have anything touch her wings.” I spoke up, and pulled the conversation away from her slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her looking at me, a thankful look resting on her features, and her wings had relaxed a little.
I couldn’t help how proud I felt inside knowing that I’d made her relax.
For the next few days as the brothers were adjusting to seeing feathers haphazardly fall off Y/N’s growing wings and be replaced by larger ones Lucifer continually stepped into conversations whenever they started to make Y/N uncomfortable. When Castiel came by for the first time he was curious of Y/N, but never asked anything as he kept getting glared at by Lucifer whenever he stared too long.
There were some nights when Lucifer would walk past Y/N’s room only to find her spread out on top of her disheveled bed, her gorgeous wings widespread over the majority of the room. Covering twice the size of the bed on either side, each wing tip almost reaching either wall.
After he’d told her to never put the restraints her wings had been growing ever since telling him that she’d likely had those restraints or something similar on her wings for the majority of her life. She was starting to open up bit by bit to the brothers, but only when they asked. She privately opened up to Lucifer whenever she came to his doorway in the middle of the night.
He didn’t have his grace so he did need sleep, but not as much as anyone else, so he’d get up and usher her into his room. She would sit on the end of his bed or next to him at the head. Then they would quietly talk until she fell asleep, completely forgetting her previous nightmare. Sometimes Lucifer would stay up and watch over her, or he’d take her back to her bed, or even just fall asleep where he sat enjoying the extra presence.
As it turned out he was right. Nobody had ever really cared, or been possessive of her before.
She never knew her birth parents as she was in an orphanage from as far back as she could remember. They didn’t like her there either, many of the others picking on her, bullying her for being herself. It was in those years she’d taken to locking away her wings, but she was still picked on because of her eyes. She started to rebel, but that landed her with many bruises from the abusive orphanage owners or the older kids.
When she ran away she had a few years of no restraints and that wasn’t just on her wings. She’d taught herself how to fly, hunt, and cook. Everything she would need to survive on her own. Even how to get clean water and so she lived on her own. From there she got into her bad habits of stealing, shoplifting, pickpocketing and lock picking.
Lucifer had begun to learn how much of a rebel Y/N was and how pained her past was. In return mostly to comfort her he would open up to her ever so slightly each night. During the day they kept their private talks between them, the occasional inside joke needed explaining to the brothers, but after a few of them they gave up asking about the random out bursts the two shared. Lucifer finally let Castiel inquired as to who and what Y/N was like, but he was extremely protective. To the point where he would insist on going out with her where ever she went not wanting to leave her alone.
As the two opened up bit by bit they were starting to be found closer and closer together. If both were in the library they sat next to each other, if one fell asleep they either leaned on each other or one of them took the other to their room. The brothers were starting to see patterns in how they acted around each other. Each was genuinely nicer to everyone in the room, although Lucifer was still gave the brothers sass whenever he thought they were stepping out of line.
Lucifer’s icy interior was starting to melt into Y/N, and Y/N was starting to cool down from the fires of her past. The two were a perfect match as far as the brothers could see, but the pair were yet to meet Chuck. God. The one person Lucifer was excited for Y/N to meet, yet dreading it all the same.
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Meet Hijack “Jackie” Abram, host of the brand-new Night Vale News and the talk show, Lit Fuse 🔥 As a talk show host and news reporter, he’s driving more than a few listeners away from NVCR and proud of it.
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About Jackie:
-his personality can be summed up in one word: bitch. Despite this, on his show, he is charismatic, and great at winning people over
-swears like a sailor
-hate/loves Cecil: hates his popularity, loves screwing with him
-he does love Night Vale, and will defend it, despite being a jerk lol
-species/origin: unknown. Literally just showed up one day with a fully functional show and station. Night Vale records have him recorded as “the Host” and this is what he answers with when asked his title
-no one knows how he knows all of the news so fast, and he reports before Cecil, so it isn’t plagiarism...
-aromantic, asexual, sex-repulsed. But loves to use flirting to make people uncomfortable.
-loves making people uncomfortable in general, by any means necessary. Again, a bitch.
-short fuse, hell of a fighter.
-rumored to have worked for Strex, but this is unknown as well
