No one leaves HYDRA. Once you join, you're in for life. But maybe they forgot that when they decided to run. To leave. To think they could find another life outside that which had created them. Given them all of of their talents. Selfish fool.
Perhaps one should take it as a complement that HYDRA did not send an assit. Did not send a weapon. They sent a monster. A hunter that will track his prey down without rest. Without pause. Until they are to exhausted to keep running. Until they have realized that hiding only gives him time to catch up.
Officer Marcus Petrov stands in a dirty, 'empty' hotel room, holding a loaded gun, pointed up at the ceiling. He stands at ease, as if the other person in here does not want him dead. Perhaps because he knows they are tired. Run down. That he is their living nightmare.
"Come out little fox. You can't keep running forever."
Request - can you do a really fluffy aftermath of Lucifer x Reader's, Sex together.
Tw: Mentions of Smut, Nudity
Lucifer x Reader
Lucifer P.o.v
It was strange, being in this position as he was now. Not to long ago now, had someone told him he'd be laid out across a motel bed with a human, he'd have killed them on the spot. No hesitation and no mercy. And yet...
Here he laid, his vessel bare and the soft form of his lover spread across his chest. He looked down at them, the way their soft H/c locks tickled his chest and spread around their face. The slope of their nose and natural arch following their spine. Y/n was sleeping peacefully atop him, without a care in the world and all of their trust laid upon him while in their vulnerable moment. He could see the marks laid out upon their skin, a canvas of his claim. He'd made each one with a possessive care and thought.
He would never admit it aloud. But he felt so lucky in this moment. The light of the setting sun through the motel window cascaded his lover in an ethereal light, highlighting their every beautiful and enchanting feature. Y/n's radiance almost made him forget they were a human half the time. The night he'd first laid eyes upon the hunter, the air he didn't even need had been sucked free from his vessels lungs.
He was loathe to admit, that his lovers beauty far outshown his own from before his fall from grace. Y/n..
Y/n..Y/n..Y/n..
His thoughts were a constant whirlwind surrounding the human. Love and obsession had long since sunk their claws into him. It's was like falling from grace all over again, the moment he'd met them.
Y/n could slay a monster without blinking, rip and tear astundure everything in their path. And yet, their compassion was their strongest quality. Y/n takes those into their heart and protects them with a fierce and viscous quality that had him falling deeper and deeper for them every day.
To ask Y/n to turn on someone they love would be the same as asking them to give up a part of their soul. And He was constantly questioning how he'd ever earned the spot in the deepest parts of their heart.
Even now, as he held Y/n close in his protective hold. A chilled hand running down to caress the length of their spine. He considered everything that led up to this.
From the moment he'd been unable to stay away any longer, Flying into their hotel to introduce himself, only to end up with a clench fist to the face. To now, the both of them wrapped around each other in a lovers embrace. Following them on hunts, making sure they were always safe, helping them relax and just enjoying the time together.
He'd never understood why humans clung to each other until now.
He loved Y/n...
And he could no longer bring himself to ruin the world that they were apart of...
The fire he sees in their eyes on a daily basis had whittled him away until all that remained was the love he held for them burrued deep beneath the surface of his inner walls. They were his.. They would always be his...
He would fight for things to stay just as they are until the day he ceased to exist.
He tilted his head up to press chilled lips against the side of Y/n's head in a gentle kiss. His own little human.. His own family..
His human half, the compassionate and wild soul to complete his angered and cold self.
this is enough characters for one lineup im NOT working on this one longer theres no way. one day there might be a part 2
click on the image for highier quality please! this took hours
separated fullbodies and additional thoughts under cut
i simplified many things here but the most important to me is slimer's color palette because drawing this made me realise he has 3 separate yellows that are almost the same . how did this even happen and why was i still following this scheme ?????
i havent drawn both cecil and v2 in over a year i think it was nice to see them again
theres more info about them on my artfight but i still have to revise some stuff for this year i dont really remember what i wrote there .
