#luphael

[dailymichifer]

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I ship it 🥰😭💅

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Voting ended onOct 25, 2023

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[mariaghost]

Broken things

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 9 | mariaghost vs. @ladysimoriah Prompt: Dingy Dungeon Ship: Lucifer/Raphael Word Count:  915 Tags/Warnings: I’m afraid it’s angst again Summary: Lucifer visits Raphael while he’s trapped in holy fire. AO3 Link 

“What a sorry sight, mighty archangel in amateur’s trap!”

At that Raphael gets up to his feet from the cold floor and just looks at Lucifer.

“Nothing to say, little brother?”

He probably didn’t expect Lucifer, but he doesn’t show it, doesn’t show anything at all. Flames cast dancing shadows on his vessel’s face and unclear silhouette of his wings.  

“Nothing,” he confirms. “You wouldn’t listen anyway, and why should you? You are going to destroy the world.”

“I’m not the villain here, Raphael,” Lucifer sneers.

“Who is then? Michael? Father? Gabriel? Perhaps, it’s me?” only a hint of bitter smile touches the archangel’s lips.

“I hold nothing against you personally,” Lucifer replies carelessly. It’s true though.   “I guess I’m that insignificant. Oh, no, don’t say it’s not true,” Raphael stops him. Dark velvet laughter makes Lucifer’s skin crawl a little. “I’m still but a dumb little brother of yours.”

Never dumb. Raphael’s wisdom often made Lucifer self-conscious.

“It’s been a long time, are you not going to hug me like you use to?” Lucifer offers mockingly.

“To think there was a time, when oceans were quiet and we, like fools, believed in eternal love,” Raphael copies his tone.

“Are you saying you don’t love me anymore, Raphael?” Lucifer jokes, though actually being afraid to hear an answer.

“I’m just saying that I was a fool,” Raphael shrugs. “And so were you.”

All his stance is rather indifferent. But… there is something about his eyes. Lucifer with amazement realizes that it’s scary to look him in the eyes. No, not those warm brown irises of the vessel. Raphael’s own violet eyes that shine through the mortal shell, they used to have this soft, gentle shade, like the most precious flowers on the earth. Now it’s darkened, tainted with spilled blood, untold secrets and visions of death. Where once were clear transparent lakes now there are deep dangerous tunnels, lairs of dragons, which now in slumber wait to be awakened to burn everything to the ground. It's not just his eyes. Raphael has grown into something Lucifer can’t perceive yet. Something unbearably solemn and sunless.

Suddenly the roof crashes downs under immense force of nature that abides to the younger archangel and the holy fire dies under simple raindrops. Storm ends in seconds, but the message is clear.

The flames are gone and Raphael is still here, his wings folded. He doesn’t call his soldiers either. But perhaps it’s also a show of power.

“What are you waiting for, Raphael?” Lucifer wonders.

“For a part where you put a blade under my ribs,” follows serious reply.

Lucifer huffs a laugh when he realizes it’s a joke. Raphael always has had rather dark humor. He missed it.

“Join me,” Lucifer blurts out before he can’t stop himself.

Raphael tilts his head and studies him with clinical attention. Not a muscle moves on his strict face, except for slight narrow of his eyes. Then he approaches him in few big silent steps and their graces collide against each other: snowstorm and hurricane don’t repel each other, but sing in catastrophic unison, making the stars above scream. Quiet voice doesn’t break this melody.

“You know, if you asked me back then, I wouldn’t even have to think. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for you, was nowhere I wouldn’t follow you. Anyway, it’s funny that you ask now.”

Lucifer finds himself averting his eyes and quickly looks back in Raphael’s mysterious dangerous orbs. Raphael’s noticed, of course, but doesn’t comment on it in any way, doesn’t hurt his pride.  

“Is it too late?” what a stupid question.

“For us – it’s always too late,” it’s Raphael’s turn to hide his eyes. “But for them, Lucifer, it’s not too late to yearn forgiveness.”

Them… humans, lowly worms, that somehow took his place in Father’s heart.

“Do you really care for them?” Lucifer asks dubiously.

“Care?” Raphael laughs again. “It’s more than that. In sickness and health, through foul and fair, I share their pain and fears. Don’t you know what I am? Health of the sick, refuge in all of human trials, scourge of demons, filled with the mercy of God,” archangel repeats human words with transparent hurt and the word ‘God’ is filled with unspoken resentment.

“They are broken, Raphael,” Lucifer points out with pity. “They don’t deserve salvation,” he nearly says ‘they don’t deserve you’.

“Salvation,” Raphael repeats wistfully. “Oh Lucifer, I fell in love with broken things even before I knew the meaning of brokenness.”

He holds his hands out like he’s holding the whole Earth between them. And Lucifer understands. If Raphael joins him now, then all his efforts, all his endeavors, loss and sacrifices will be in vain. And he dared to ask him this much, ask to choose him and throw everything else away. But isn’t he worth it?

Lucifer firmly takes those beautiful, strong healing hands in his cold destroying ones. Lucifer is selfish, too selfish to let Raphael slip away from his grasp.

“I love broken things, too,” Lucifer whispers putting his forehead against Raphael’s, caressing his wings with his, his grace chanting litanies that vessel’s clumsy tongue can’t manage.

Raphael’s resolve is holding onto thin air. Lucifer steals that air with one chaste kiss and Raphael is suffocating, his eyes widen and dragons awaken. Next kiss is not nearly as innocent and Lucifer with delight listens the dragons roar. The dungeon hides treasures. Lucifer will tame those dragons and have them all.

[mariaghost]

Raph & Lucifer for ♝:Reading a book together? Please?

Sorry, this is angst… But did you expect anything else? 

Raphael doesn’t want to be here. Lucifer can see it in the smallest shifts of his grace, his nose wrinkling no doubt catching scent of blood that spilled here. Blood of the innocent. It’s Nick’s home.Lucifer is sitting on the bed in the dark watching his brother not quite believing he really came. Raphael looks around, looks at anything but Lucifer, until he finally speaks.“Never thought I would hear your prayer again,” voice carefully clean from emotions. Lucifer will never get used to this.“Never did I,” but he had to see the healer once again, to be sure that… he doesn’t even know. “And you Raphael, do you pray?”Raphael’s glare is smoldering, but it’s something. He opens his mouth about to say something, but then shuts it and looks away. In shame. Something Lucifer never got to experience.“Do you? Or don’t you? Tell me,” Lucifer commands having no right to do it. And Raphael reminds him of it.“You are not the one to question me.”“Then who is? Michael?” Lucifer can’t keep the hostility in. “Maybe Gabriel? Or Father?”Window is slowly being covered with frost. Sudden and threatening rumble of thunder outside breaks freezing silence.“Not you, that’s all you have to know.”Lucifer sneers at such insolence from little brother. And he is almost disappointed that it’s only an act, a shield.“Sit,” Lucifer pats the bed invitingly.Raphael hesitates and keeps standing, his grace stills tiredly.“What do you want from me, Lucifer?” a mere whisper, broken and hollow.“I want you to sit with me. That’s all.” For now.Raphael does as he’s told. Their vessels are apart further than their grace, brushing painfully against each other. Raphael stares into nothingness refusing to meet his fallen brother’s eyes. Seems like Lucifer hasn’t lost all the power over younger angel. But now Lucifer doesn’t know what else to do. He has questions, so many questions and all of them are sharper than swords and spears. Can he afford hurting Raphael more than he already did?Lucifer catches a sight of a small book on Nick’s nightstand. No, his dead wife’s. A bible, New Testament. Ridiculous. Still, he starts flipping through it.“Lazarus. Where it is?”Raphael flinches. In quivering voice he replies:“In fourth gospel, look there.”“Read to me.”“No…” this reluctance is not a simple stubbornness. There is fear and sorrow nested between Raphael’s wing.“Why not? I’m curious, I missed that part,” he missed a lot. Yet demons were whispering about this particular miracle for a while.“Human words, empty and wrong, do you want to hear them?” bitter chuckle passes his brother’s lips.“As long as you will be saying them.”Raphael finally raises his head and looks at Lucifer strangely, then accepts the book and finds that part at once. Taking deep breath he starts reading, voice deep and calm, but his grace gets sharper at the edges. Lucifer is mesmerized by the changes occurring to Raphael with every word. He keeps his voice flat, vessel’s face doesn’t betray a thing, but Lucifer knows how to look at Raphael and see him. Raphael lets his guard now and Lucifer shifts closer, making his sibling shiver with cold.“Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”Raphael stops and his eyes are shining with salt water and Lucifer knows that Raphael doesn’t believe, can’t believe. His voice begins to strain as he reads Martha’s reply:“Yes, Lord! I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”Something is breaking somewhere, cracking and leaving a split leading into the abyss.“See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”None of them is blind, but Lucifer isn’t fooling himself, that both of them prefer to keep their eyes closed. It’s easier this way. It hurts less. Raphael blinks once before getting to the raising of Lazarus. His hands are shaking, but not from Lucifer’s burning. When he reads Jesus’ prayer he is shaking all over:“Father, I thank you that you have heard me…. I knew…” Raphael loses his voice completely and throws holy bible away.But Lucifer has already memorized the inked lines on the paper.“I knew that you always hear me,” he continues where Raphael finished.Not letting his brother shut him out or open wide his thunder wings, holding his wrists, Lucifer keeps reading without book. Raphael ceases struggling giving into Lucifer’s voice and the words he doesn’t want to hear.“Take off the grave clothes and let him go,” Lucifer finishes. “Isn’t it a good end?” he wonders. “Wasn’t it a miracle?”“You still have so much faith, it amazes me,” admits Raphael. “But I know. I was there. I saw Lazarus. Or what he became. He didn’t forget death, his body didn’t forget rotting in the tomb, his soul touched the eternity and that void overwhelmed him.”Raphael shivers again and leans into his brother frozen touch that is somehow warmer that this chilling fear he feels.“Nothing could warm him, even withering sun above the desert. He was always so cold, Lucifer. Even you can’t imagine how cold he was,” and oh, Lucifer would like to argue, but Raphael always knows what he is talking about.Raphael clutches his hand desperately and whispers:“If this is price of the salvation…” he doesn’t dare to say it. Doesn’t dare to say that he wants it no more than Lucifer.Rain taps the window. Ice is now melting and drips down on the windowsill. The rest is silence.

Make me write

[mariaghost]

I'm in a desperate need for some Luphael *_* Prompt sentence: 'I'm not your enemy.'

Filthy demonic remains are oozing with stench of sulfur, but there is a spot of the most perfect purity among them, the purity Lucifer never hoped to see or touch ever again. Raphael, terror and scourge of demons, with his wings guarding and folded, his grace gathered around him like impenetrable shield, so unlike Lucifer remembers. He remembers open arms and open heart and soft feather under his fingers.

“Won’t you turn around and look at me?” he asks and it does sound like a mockery. Lucifer almost forgot how to speak in any other way.

Silence and not even a slightest shift are his answer. So he tries again.

“Raphael, please…” he is not ashamed to plea here and now. “I am not your enemy.”

Letting out a bitter chuckle his brother finally faces him. Lucifer hates the way Raphael’s eyes glisten. Night envelopes him and stars are shining like a crown above his head, magnificent, but sorrowful.

“Forgive me, but I won’t risk believing you. Not again,” behind deep voice of the vessel there is murmur of ocean waves, cold song of rain and thunder yet far away.

Lucifer deserved it. He didn’t deserve many things, but this one is just. Not that he will say it out loud.

“What do you want, Lucifer?”

What does he want? Everything he can’t get, as always. But he sure as hell doesn’t want this anguish and pain mixed with the breath of the night.

“I wanted to see you, Little Wing.”

Corner of Raphael’s mouth twitches betraying the stone mask plastered on his face.

“So? Like what you see?” light in his eyes trembles.

No, Lucifer doesn’t like it at all. He expected the change in the other archangel, but not this profound. He stretches out his arms and dares to break into Raphael’s grace. It burns against his frozen being and sends electric shock through his worn out vessel. It’s not hostile, alerted. He puts his hands on either sides of Raphael’s face and caresses like he used to do when he was still warm.

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” he can repeat it over and over. “You don’t have to be like that, Raphael.”

“Judge me all you want, but I am too tired of all the pain you and Father unleashed on this world,” Raphael suppresses every emotion that tries to break his walls.

Lucifer doesn’t judge, but then again, Raphael won’t believe him.

Suddenly Raphael’s hand cups his cheek too and Lucifer feels the torn seams of Nick pulling back together, and even some of his own scars leaving no trace. It is what he longed for, a tender touch of healing hand. Lucifer for a moment realizes that Raphael could be his. If only he dared to ask. Raphael understood, always understood him better than anyone, but it’s too late. Lucifer betrayed him first

Raphael is gone. Rain starts pouring from clouds that hid the stars. Lucifer throws his head back and opens his palms to catch as much drops of this most likely last gift from his dearest little brother. Wind whispers ‘I’ll pray for you’ and it sounds like a farewell. The single tear is washed away before Lucifer is aware of it.

Give me character/pairing and one sentence and I will write a short fanfic.

[highpriestessofthexeoniancouncil]

I just want some Lucifer/Raphael fluff, is that so much to ask?