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Author: @mrsimoshen
Artist: @writingarchangels
Pairing: Castiel/Jimmy, Michael/Lucifer, Michael/Jimmy, Lucifer/Castiel
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~6.2K
Tropes: First Time, Incest, Twincest
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: sibling incest, twincest, first time, virgin, anal sex, top Michael, top Lucifer, bottom Jimmy, bottom Castiel, piercings
Summary: Twins Jimmy and Castiel Novak turn eighteen, and as promised, their older cousins, half-brothers Michael and Lucifer invite them over to their photo studio-slash-loft to teach the twins all about penetrative sex, hands-on demonstration included.
Spoilers: S14 finale as in the way Chuck acts - kinda
Word count: 560
Where Chuck attempts to tell Michael & Lucifer about their destinies.
“What is it that you wanted to show us?” A young angel asked his father, pink wings folded neatly on his back and fiery eyes bright.
“Your destiny,” God simply replied, walking ahead and clearly expecting the angels to follow him without questions.
Exchanging a look, Michael and Lucifer followed after him, their interest piqued. They had defeated the Darkness not too long ago, and since then their Father had gone and created a wide range of creatures and worlds. Lucifer had been busy with looking after Gabriel and Michael tried to be the good son since then, so they hadn’t seen each other that often. God led them to a part of Heaven they’ve never been to before, and then he showed it to them.
Two small glowing orbs of light.
Michael’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What are those? They look weird. I don’t see what they have to do with us,” the eldest Archangel said. Lucifer stayed quiet, but it was clear to see that he agreed with every word leaving Michael’s lips.
“They are human souls. I’ve told you about humanity before, haven’t I?” God asked them with an odd smile.
Lucifer nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, those strange hairless apes with a great deal of anxiety and who smell rather horrible,” the angel spoke, sounding displeased. “What do those meaty sacks of blood have to do with us?”
“They are to be your True Vessels during the Final Day of Judgment where the two of you will play a ‘game’ which cleanses the world,” God said, deciding to ignore Lucifer’s ‘nicknames’ for humanity. God was supposed to love those humans unconditionally, but he did agree with what his son said. And at the end of the day, all of creation was his to do with as he pleased, nothing but a means to an end to create an exciting story. He just needed everyone to play their part.
Good Michael wouldn’t be any problem. Always willing to please. But Lucifer… his most stubborn and rebellious creation would need some more twisting and mending around. He glanced at the Mark on Lucifer’s arm and wondered if it was playing its part like it was supposed to.
“Yes, Father. As you wish.” Michael immediately said with a slight bow of his head.
“I have no interest in cleansing the world or having anything to do with those murderous and horrible humans. I go my own way.” Lucifer said at the same time in full on deviance with a stubborn glint in his blazing eyes.
In a way, he expected that answer. “Lucifer, you will play your part. There is no escaping your destiny,” God told the rebellious Archangel. “You might even grow to like it.”
He knew that Lucifer had many - not so kind - words to say, but with Michael glaring at him as well he bit his tongue and held them all back. But there was no hiding the murderous and hateful glare in his eyes as they were fixed on his Father.
God suppressed a smile as he watched Michael drag Lucifer away and hiss something in his ear. Some tension visibly left Lucifer’s shoulders.
Hate me and rebel. Give in to your darkness and become who you have to be to play my story and fulfill the prophecy I created. Become the Devil, my son.
My Tumblr is horribly behind so I figured I’d update it a tad x)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Word count: 900
Where Jack finds a box of donuts and decides to eat them all. But the donuts are Dean and the Winchester gets rather upset.
Humming softly, Jack took another bite out of the strange food he had found laying around. The Nephilim’s wings fluttered happily and he sighed in content. He had originally ventured into the kitchen for a nougat hunt. Sadly, he hadn’t found his favorite candy, but his eyes did land on another type of funny-looking food. There was an entire box of them. It looked like sugared bread with a hole in the middle, and he had looked at it in curiosity, tilting his head and he went closer and took the box. ‘Sugared donuts’ was written on top of the box in a lazy-looking handwriting.
He couldn’t find the nougat so this weird-looking food had to do. Thanks to his heightened senses he could smell the sugar, so he knew it was sweet. And Jack loved sweet food.
The box was almost empty now. He took the last bite of the donut and peeked in the box. There was one donut left, so Jack took it and started stuffing his face with that one as well. The white sugar on the donut had gotten all over him; his face, clothes, hands, and even his golden-pink wings and the bed he was seated on.
When he was almost halfway with the donut a high-pitched scream rose up from the Bunker’s kitchen and the young Nephilim tensed up. He recognized the scream to belong to Dean, and the elder Winchester seemed to be rather upset about something.
Looking down at the box of donuts, realization slowly settled in as he started to recognize the handwriting and what he had done. The donuts were Dean’s. He could hear Dean run through the Bunker, slamming open doors and wailing as he went. Quickly, Jack stuffed the last bit of the donuts in his mouth and swallowed quickly, just in time before Dean slammed open the door to his room. “Jack, have you seen my box of donuts?!” Dean asked frantically.
“No,” Jack quickly said. He mentally patted himself on his back for lying so smoothly.
Dean took a closer look at him and narrowed his eyes. “If you did not eat my donuts... then what’s the white powder on your face?” He asked suspiciously.
Jack panicked at that. He didn’t want Dean to be mad at him - an angry Dean was scary and loud - so he said the first thing that came to him in his blind panic. “Cocaine.” Dean stared at him and Jack nodded his head. “I… started using drugs.”
Folding his arms across his chest, Dean gave him a pointed look. “Yeah? That so?” He asked and Jack nodded his head. “Then why is my box placed in front of you?”
Tensing up again, Jack looked at the box the donuts had been in wide-eyed. He had forgotten to get rid of the box. Rustling his feathers, the box disappeared. The Nephilim looked back at the hunter. “What box? I see no box. There is no box here,” he quickly said. It was started to get hot in the room and Jack tightly folded his wings against his back to prevent them from trembling.
“Jack,” Dean slowly said in that specific tone of his that indicated that Jack was in trouble.
Not being able to be looked at like that anymore, Jack’s wings flared out and he made a mad-dash to land behind Dean. Then he started to run like a madman. A startled sound was heard from Dean before Jack could hear him cuss and chase after him. “Jack, get back!” Dean called out. “Give me my donuts back!”
How Dean wanted him to give back the donuts as he had already eaten them was beyond Jack, but he decided not to question it and focus on where he placed his feet so he wouldn’t fall over. His wings flapped lightly as he ran to give him some extra speed. He skidded to a stop when Sam’s huge body loomed up in front of him. “Sam!” Jack called out, jumping behind the startled man. “Don’t let him kill me!” He hid behind Sam the best he could.
Sam took one look at the sugar covering Jack and Dean’s fuming expression and then he seemed to know enough as he started to laugh in amusement. “Dean, let it go,” Sam told him brother, “they are just donuts.”
“Just donuts?!” Dean gaped at his brother. Jack dared to peek past Sam’s shoulder. “It was a box of twenty donuts from the bakery! Bakery! And he ate all of them!”
Sam looked back at Jack with an arched eyebrow. “You ate all the donuts?” He asked. Jack shrunk away, which was all the answer Sam needed. The hunter shook his head with a slight smile. “He’s a kid, Dean. That’s just what kids do. I’ll get you some more donuts if you really want them.”
“Yes please,” Dean grumpily muttered. Sam laughed once more and then proceeded to leave, leaving Jack open again. The Nephilim tensed up but Dean already caught him in a head-lock. “Next time, don’t eat all of them, alright, kid?” He asked silkily sweet. “Just take one, but not twenty. The next time I won’t forgive you so easily.” He ruffled Jack’s hair and then left for his room.
Jack stood behind, wide-eyed and still tense from what had happened. Don’t take Dean’s donuts, he mentally noted to himself.
For the Supernatural Trope Celebration 2019, one of the stories I claimed to make art for was none other than Iceberg Ahead by @silvaxus ~ it’s a Sabriel Dragon AU (smut warning for the last chapter) and it’s quite amazing, so give it some love.
See this post for the story links ~ post has been made by Silvaxus
Now I am here to share the art I made for it. For this specific story I decided to design Gabriel & Sam’s dragon forms with my own interpretations of them. It was fun to do and I really love dragons. I especially love with how Gabriel ended up looking - with all his frills and gold. Either way, here I go then.
The golden dragon here is Gabriel.
And this here is Sam! (I think I love the wings and tail the most x)
Either way, that’s it I guess and don’t forget to check out the story as well.
@wikigiuli I might have written you a story based off this wonderful comic of yours (I really do love it), I do hope you don’t mind x) I just couldn’t resist myself when I saw it lol And I don’t think you need any help btw, just keep going.
Seeing as GO is exploding all over the internet, I figured I might as well contribute with stuff of my own. My GO stories are already on AO3, and as always my Tumblr is horribly behind, so time for an update. So enjoy, I guess
Title: Snake vs Bottle
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 869
Where Crowley wants to get the very last drops of wine out of a bottle, and he gets an idea to do just that... but it kind of backfires into his face.
Crowley took another gulp out of the nearly empty wine bottle, leaning back into the chair he was seated on. Frowning slightly, he pulled back and turned the bottle upside down. His frown turned into a scowl when he still saw some droplets left who just wouldn’t come out.
“Get. Out. Of. There!” He tried to threaten them. But alas, wine was different from plants and didn’t tend to listen to him. His scowl deepened.
“You can always get a new bottle, dear,” Aziraphale offered, sipping his hot cocoa while seated on the chair in front of his own.
“But I want those drops!” Crowley complained, shaking the wine bottle above his mouth in a desperate attempt to get them out.
His long, slitted tongue poked out of his fanged mouth, curling around the bottle’s end, trying to lick off some extra wine. “Crowley…” Aziraphale started, voice shaky. The demon ignored him, for an idea had formed in his mind.
Seeing his own tongue in the corner of his eyes had bought him an idea. Placing the bottle sideways on the table next to his chair, he grinned in triumph as scales formed on his body and his fangs grew sharper as his bones popped. Soon, a black snake had taken his place, a thin tongue shooting in and out of his scaled snout. It wasn’t as large as the form he had taken on back in The Garden, but the right size for what he wanted to do. “Crowley, don’t,” Aziraphale warned him, catching on to where his thought led. Of course, Crowley didn’t listen.
He shot forward, right at the bottle, and his head went inside with a pop. Crowley gave a snake’s grin, fangs showing, when he saw the drops of wine right in front of him. He pushed forward, deeper into the bottle until he was close enough. And then his tongue repeatedly shot out of his snout, licking up the wine until there was none left.
Crowley took a moment to bask in his glory of getting out all the wine, a triumphant hiss slipping out of him. Then he pulled back to get out of the bottle.
It didn’t work. His forked tongue shot out again, but this time in panic.
The snake’s eyes widened and he pulled back again, moving his long body in many ways to try and wiggle out of the bottle. He was a snake, he should be able to get out. Snakes were known for that kinda things. He just wasn’t trying hard enough, it appeared.
Not about to lose against a bottle out of all things, Crowley pulled himself up - hissing in the perfect mixture of fury and panic, wildly shaking his head back and forth in the hopes of shaking the bottle off.
All the while, Aziraphale watched on; sipping his cocoa with large eyes and oddly mesmerized by the snake’s movements. He had once heard a story of snakes hypnotizing people with their movement and had called it a fairy tale. Now he wasn’t so sure anymore, seeing as he knew that he ought to help him but finding himself nailed on the spot. He took another sip of the cocoa.
Crowley meanwhile fell off the couch with a thud, rolling over the floor as he tried to get a grip. The bottle clanged against the floor but didn’t break. An annoyed noise that snakes shouldn’t be able to make came from the demon. He continued with shaking his head and wringing his scaled body around, as he rolled around the bookshop and bumped into things as well as knocking tables and chairs over. Unbeknownst to Crowley, his snake form had grown bigger, which made it even harder for him to escape than it did before. Crowley was starting to believe that his enemy, the bottle, was out to specifically get him.
After having been at it for about an hour, Crowley’s huge body slumped against the floor in defeat and exhaustion. It appeared that the bottle had defeated the demonic snake, who started to sniffle at his defeat. A shadow loomed over him and Crowley looked up towards Aziraphale, who’s face looked twisted through the bottle. “Have you learned your lesson by now? Don’t go sticking your head in wine bottles,” the angel scolded him. Crowley stuck out his forked tongue.
Aziraphale sighed. “Let me help you.” Reaching out, he made the bottle disappear with a touch. “Just get a new bottle next time, alright?”
Not wanting to turn back so that Aziraphale could see his embarrassed blush, Crowley instead climbed up the angel’s leg, who tensed up in surprise. He curled himself around his neck and shoulders, nestling close against his warm skin. “Uhm… Crowley?”
“I’m sssleepy now… and you’re warm and sssoft,” Crowley explained himself, closing his eyes and promptly falling asleep. He felt rather safe like this. He knew for a fact that no bottle would get him here.
Aziraphale stared at the snake, gaping for a while before he shook his head. He fondly scratched Crowley on his head once before he casually went on with his day - as if he didn’t have a huge snake sleeping on his shoulders.
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Author: @mrsimoshen [AO3]
Artist: @writingarchangels [DeviantArt] [WattPad]
Pairing: Castiel/Jimmy, Michael/Lucifer, Michael/Jimmy, Lucifer/Castiel
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 6208
Tropes: First Time, Incest, Twincest
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Sibling Incest, Twincest, First Time, Virgin, Anal Sex, Top Michael, Top Lucifer, Bottom Jimmy, Bottom Castiel, Piercings
Summary:
Twins Jimmy and Castiel Novak turn eighteen, and as promised, their older cousins, half-brothers Michael and Lucifer invite them over to their photo studio-slash-loft to teach the twins all about penetrative sex, hands-on demonstration included.
Author: @silvaxus [AO3]
Artist: @writingarchangels [Wattpad] [DeviantArt] [SPN Amino] [Dragons! Amino]
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: Explicit
Word count: ~12.3k
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Dragon!AU, Shape-shifting
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Dragon!AU, Shapeshifting, Enemies to Lovers, Violence, Breeding Kink, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Magic, Marking, Claiming, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Finger Fucking, Cum Eating, Topping from the Bottom, Top Sam, Bottom Gabriel, SPN Kink Bingo 2019, Biting, Multiple Orgasm, sex in front of a mirror
Summary:
For decades the dragon kingdoms of the North and South had been at war. Fire against Ice. Now, a fragile peace kept both domains in check, and the kings decided to establish a permanent order, hopefully.
Both kingdoms would send an emissary for twelve months before the emissary of the empire and would join the other country for a year. Not everyone was happy with this solution, especially Gabriel The Trickster who had to keep an eye out for the dragon coming from the North.
Characters: Nick, Lucifer, Castiel, Sam, Dean & Chuck
Word count: 1.5K (first chapter)
Total word count: WIP
Triggers: Dark fic, mild gore, blood, Nick has a hammer, major character death, (smut in a later chapter), loads of death and destruction - I think I got all now? Let’s just say that this is darker than canon and not for those faint by heart
Spoiler warnings: s14e19 Jack in the Box & s14e20 Moriah
Written for the ‘Dark!AU’ square of the Lucifer Bingo (the entire story, more or less) & the ‘Nick’ square of the Swan Song Bingo. A later chapter will be used for the ‘Wing Kink’ square of the Lucifer Bingo.
I also made an artwork to go by my story :) Added at the bottom
Mod tags: @swansongbingo @spnluciferbingo
Also this story WILL NOT be continued on Tumblr. I don’t post full stories on Tumblr. If you like to follow this story, subscribe to it on AO3 - I will add a link at the very bottom of this.
Rising from the fires of Hell with dark promises of death and vengeance, Nick sets out on a mission to burn down the world and bring his beloved angel back to his side.
Crowned the King of Hell and belonging to a new and powerful species, he faces down his enemies in order to archive his goals.
They had never seen anything like him before. Even the most skilled demon didn’t know how to handle him, and they groveled before this man who had lost all and didn’t know fear. Out of all the damned souls on the racks, he didn’t scream, he didn’t cry, he didn’t beg… he was just quiet with this feral smile on his face and eyes burning with unspoken promises of destruction and death. Every single demon in Hell knew that when he turned… he would bring a whole storm with him of the likes that no one had ever seen before.
He would force the world down upon his knees, the demons knew deep within their cursed beings. And they couldn’t wait for that moment to come.
Already they had begun to whisper his name amongst each other, whispers about the still crownless king of the fallen men. They spoke of his ruthlessness and his bloodlust, how he stood up against the Winchester’s and led them when no one else would while still being a mortal man, and how close he was to Lucifer and all remembered his willingness to bring him back - the Great Archangel who was the Father of All.
It wasn’t a secret that demons weren’t fond of humanity. But this one? Lucifer made him perfect.
And what a demon he would become, everyone knew.
~~
It’s time.
Time was fluid in Hell. An hour became days. Days turned into weeks, which became months and then years. Years until he turned and said goodbye to the last shreds of his humanity.
Nick’s hands balled into fists and a smile slowly formed on his lips as he felt the last of his soul burn away and turn into smoke and ashes. The newly created demon tilted up his head and breathed in deep as the screams of Hell rose up all around him. The scent of sulfur and ashes strong. Once he had been the tortured, and then he became the torturer. Looking up at the poor soul strapped up before him, he carelessly tossed his tools towards a demon standing close-by. He had better things to do and something to take care of. The demon gave him a wide-eyed look, bowing her head and stepping back when realizing what had happened.
Walking through the halls of Hell, all demons watched him go silently, following him almost doubtfully yet with a certain purpose to their steps. No one stopped him or asked any questions when Nick went towards the throne room.
He stopped right in front of the throne and took a second to look down at it before he swiftly turned around to face the demons who had followed him. Hundreds, perhaps even more. And they all looked up at him with their faces full of a dark hunger and expectation. “No one would object, would they?” Nick asked them. He didn’t yell yet his voice was heard all around the room. As he expected, no one spoke up and so Nick slowly sat down in the throne. The throne which had once belonged to Lucifer, Nick’s beloved.
Then his eyes flashed for the first time since he got turned and a murmur rose up from the room; rising and falling like the waves of the treacherous sea. For Nick’s demonic eyes weren’t like any seen before.
They were a demon black like the darkest abyss that stole away the light, yet his pupils glowed a fiery red much like Lucifer’s once did. And around the red was a circle of an icy blue, burning like cold angelic fire.
Lucifer’s influence went beyond perfecting Nick’s personality, it had touched his soul in ways no one would expect. Lucifer had some of Nick’s soul, and Nick always had some of Lucifer’s grace in him; they were bound together. When the fires of Hell burned away Nick’s soul, the angelic grace stayed untouched and instead fused together with the demonic energies, which created something new… something better.
Nick became part demon… and part Archangel.
And then, as if on cue, all of Hell sunk down on its knees and bowed before its new King. A king who was crowned in the blood and fire of the damned.
“So,” the Nephalem on the throne spoke with a smirk, “shall we begin?”
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The countries of the world fell one by one as the demons raised Hell on Earth. Being a Nephalem, Nick had opened the Gates to Hell rather easily. He opened all of them and allowed Hell to come pouring out, he emptied the pits, unleashed the Croatoan virus upon an unsuspecting world, and even managed to bend the Shedim to his will; allowing them to devour and slaughter as they pleased. The world didn’t stand a chance.
As a human, Nick was a nobody. He used to be bullied, neglected and beaten. Now it was his time to strike back and make them pay. But his demons had to obey one rule. One rule only.
“Stay clear of the Winchester’s.”
Nick wanted to be the one to claim their lives. He wanted to be the one to watch all the hope leave their eyes and crush their skulls in his bare hands. He wanted to take everything away from them, everything they ever cared about. He wanted to have them watch on as he destroyed the very world they loved so much. They should feel the despair and helplessness at being unable to stop anything - Nick wanted to completely shatter them beyond repair.
And he knew just the way to do that.
Having chosen a nice place to carry out the next step of his plan, the Nephalem nodded his head and summoned his powers. He had no more need of summoning circles or rituals… he could simply will it into existence and it would happen. This time was no exception.
Castiel appeared out of nowhere, right in front of him, looking as confused as it could get. “Hello, Castiel,” Nick casually greeted him as if speaking to an old friend.
The angel looked up, startled, but his expression quickly turned to horror when his eyes fell on the entity before him. At his otherworldliness… and the raw power coming off him. “Nick?” He tried. The Nephalem smirked in confirmation. “No, that cannot be. You died!” And then he noticed their surroundings; the mutilated bodies of all ages scattered around them, laid down to - ironically enough - form a Devil’s Trap. The horror and agony were still clear to see on their expressions, and then he saw the blood which covered Nick head-to-toe, the bloodied hammer laying by his feet, and he knew who had done this.
Nick clicked his tongue, shaking his head oh so slowly. “Oh Castiel,” he said, sounding almost pitiful, “you should know more than anyone that no one ever truly stays dead. I went to Hell… and became King.” His eyes flashed to their unusual coloring and he showed the Seraphim his immense wings; they were black-leathered like a bat’s, stealing away the light, yet the wing arms were covered in a pink plumage; the feathers fluffy and sparkling, and the top of his wings was covered in sleek and strong feathers.
Castiel looked horrified. “What are you?” He blurted out, taking a step back from the winged being with the eyes that unnerved him more than anything. As an angel, Castiel had seen many wars and battles, yet from all the terrors he had faced… nothing petrified him like Nick now did.
“Something new,” Nick shrugged, folding up his wings again as his eyes turned back to their usual blue. “Half-Archangel, half-demon. The demons call me a Nephalem, if it helps any.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Clearly it is not, or I wouldn’t be here,” Nick replied, placing his hands in the pockets of his military jacket the demons gave him. Castiel took that moment to jump forward and stab Nick with the angel blade he always carried around.
Just for the blade to shatter when it as much as touched Nick’s skin. The Nephalem arched up a single eyebrow. “You should have known that wouldn’t have worked,” he said. “I am not an angel, Castiel. I am something more.”
“What do you want from me?” The Seraphim asked, stepping back even further. Nick could sense his fear, and he enjoyed every second of it.
Nick held up his hand and played with his lips as he stared the scared angel down. “You are a message. To the Winchester’s,” he told him. Castiel’s face paled when reality settled in and he turned around, planning on running away, but Nick reappeared in front of him with a flutter of his mighty wings. “You cannot run from me with those clipped wings of yours,” he said, “don’t worry. I will keep you recognizable enough.”
Snapping his fingers once, Castiel’s grace exploded within his body in a burst of light. And then the angel dropped dead. Kneeling before him, Nick ripped open his trench coat and shirt and went to work, carving a message into his flesh for the Winchester’s to see with an angel blade he whisked into existence, right before he sends Castiel’s body off to appear right in front of them.
I-A-M-B-A-C-K
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An artwork of Nephalem!Nick. Took me 3 hours with IbisPaint X and the total layer count is 25. I’m pretty proud of it :) I love his eyes and the design of those wings XD
I got bored so I made a bonus artwork lol This is like an anatomy sketch-thingy of Nick’s wings? I quite like them. This one took me about an hour, maybe?
Fun fact: Nick originally wasn’t supposed to be a Nephalem in this story - just some kind of demon XD But I don’t think my story quite wanted that and then this happened :’) It got a life of its own, man
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So far it’s only the first chapter tho. But more is coming pretty soon
I also ended up commissioning a custom Michael made by @funkofrankenstein (same who made my Luci) - they’re bloody amazing and I’m really happy with both of my Funkos 😍
Characters: Lucifer & Nick (& Chuck in a flashback)
Word count: 2.1K
Triggers: none that I can think of :’) This is basically a bundle of fluff with a side-dish of angst
Written for the ‘fluff’ square of the Heaven & Hell Bingo and the ‘soulmate’ square for the Lucifer Bingo.
Mod tags: @heavenandhellbingo @spnluciferbingo
Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day. I don't care who you are, if you successfully play the music of my heart, then I will love you.
Nick still remembered what started it all. One drunken night of many with empty whiskey and wine bottles littering the floor... and then an angel had found him. In a way, it was as unbelievable as it could get. All his life he had been a nobody, someone unimportant who always got overlooked and ignored by many. Yet in ways beyond his understanding, Lucifer had picked him to be his vessel. The fallen angel had told him that he was important and that a glorious purpose awaited him... just for Nick to learn that he was only temporary and for him to be tossed aside the moment Sam said 'yes' to his angel and took him away. He didn't even understand why Sam was his true vessel... Sam, who only ended up betraying this beautiful being.
Lucifer did end up coming back to him, but Nick knew that it wasn't by choice, nor was he sure how the angel felt about it all. He had never found the courage to ask him. And what right did he had to ask Lucifer of anything?
He was an Archangel. The most beautiful, graceful and powerful entity Nick ever had the honor of meeting. Lucifer was a thousand arrows set loose at once, the birth of stars, and the drowning of the deepest oceans. And Nick was a mere human. A nobody.
"Nick, what's on your mind?" The angel asked him out of nowhere. He had just given a legion of demons some orders and they were alone now in the building Lucifer had claimed as his base. Nick could clearly sense the curiosity coming off his grace. It had taken him a while to be able to read Lucifer's emotions; he never showed them easily and an angel's grace was so different from everything he was used to.
"Nothing," Nick replied. They have had this conversation many times now, and Nick's answer was always the same. He just didn't want to be a bother to this beautiful being he had the honor of being the host of.
Yet this time, Lucifer didn't seem to buy it and pressed further. "You know you can tell me, right?" He asked.
Trying to pull his soul further away from the angel within their shared body, Nick stubbornly held on. "Don't worry about it, Luci. It's nothing."
"For something that is 'nothing', you seem to be quite upset about it," Lucifer pointed out, seeing right through him - like he always has. "Come on, Nick."
Why must he be so stubborn? Nick thought, his soul pulsing. Just his luck, to be bound to an angel who was even more stubborn than he was. "Why?" Was the single word he managed to utter.
He was aware of Lucifer's confusion. "You would have to be a bit more specific than that..." the angel mused.
"Why am I your vessel? Why did you choose me? Why are you even still around?" Nick cried, letting out all his build-up questions and worries.
Abruptly, Lucifer pulled away from him. Not the reaction Nick had expected. "You..." he started to say and for once in his long immortal life, the Devil was at loss for words and felt close to crying, "you don't want me?"
A scream tore from Nick's soul as he vibrated wildly. Something which seemed to startle Lucifer for Nick could sense nothing but shock - and perhaps a flash of fear - come from him. "No, it's not that. It's just," a tiny noise came from him, "you are you and I am me." He helplessly tried.
"What... what does that mean?" Lucifer asked him, honestly baffled about Nick's words and how he reacted.
"Lucifer, you are an Archangel and I am human!" Nick cried out, feeling like tugging out all of his hair in frustration.
The angel snorted. "Yes, and I don't really see what that has to do with anything."
Nick felt like slamming his head through a wall. And he would have done so if he was the one in control of their body. But instead, Lucifer had them lounging in a big comfy chair, eyes half-closed as they were conversing with each other mentally. "You are an Archangel," Nick repeated himself stupidly, "you are beauty, and grace, and power. You are everything... and I am a nobody, especially compared to you. What am I to you, Lucifer?" He said. He was aware of Lucifer's horror at being asked that, yet Nick continued, knowing that if he didn't he would never be able to continue. Everything just came pouring out. "Why did you drop me like that when Sam said yes? Why did you tell me I was important when I was only temporary? WHY?!" He screamed out the last word, his emotions getting the best of him.
For the longest time, Lucifer stayed quiet, clearly not knowing how to react to any of that and new emotions took hold of Nick's heart. Fear.
Did I just screw everything up? Did I say too much?
"Lucifer," Nick said helplessly. Yet he didn't know how to continue so he pathetically kept it at that.
"You don't think you are good enough for me?" Lucifer asked him slowly, choosing his words carefully as if he were walking on thin ice.
Nick didn't answer and kept his soul away from him, even when the angel tried to reach out to him. "What am I to you?" He asked again.
"I don't think I am able to tell you in words," Lucifer started and Nick felt like a knife got twisted around in his heart, "but I might be able to show you. If you'll let me."
That piqued Nick's interest. "How?"
"I can show you my memories, but only if you allow me to."
He's all about consent, Nick couldn't help but think. "Alright," he said aloud, giving Lucifer the permission to do whatever. Almost carefully, the angel's grace reached out towards him and wrapped around his soul. The iciness of Lucifer's being seeped into him, yet Nick didn't feel cold. It felt like the stars whirled around him and the fabric of reality got torn apart when Nick entered Lucifer's memories, the very depth of his being and the core of who he was behind all his walls and wits.
He saw some flashes as Lucifer guided him towards the specific memory he wanted him to see. Nick saw glimpses of Heaven, of Lucifer's family, his time in the cage and the loneliness which consumed him for so long, and they had arrived at which Lucifer wanted him to see. Nick didn't know when it was, except for that it was a very long time ago. Before humanity. Before Earth, even. He saw it through Lucifer's eyes - he became Lucifer - as he got sucked into the memories that flooded into his mind.
+ +
He was in a grand room in Heaven, waiting for his father who apparently wanted to show him something he had created. He seemed pretty excited about it, even called it his 'masterpiece', yet Lucifer had his doubts. He had created other things before and none of them really caught the angel's attention. He didn't saw how it would be different this time around.
"Ah, there you are," his father's voice spoke.
Lucifer spun around. "You did tell me to come here, Father," he said, ruffling up his pink wings. "What is it that you wanted to show me?"
"Yes, come this way, please," God said, starting to walk away and clearly expecting Lucifer to follow him. Which the angel did. "I have created this new species. Just finished, actually," he started to explain as they walked, Lucifer only partly listening to what he said, "and I think they are amazing. Really beautiful creatures. I gave them the power of song and creation, to name a few. You'll love them."
Finally, they reached the room where his father apparently kept those 'perfect creatures', and when they entered, Lucifer frowned at what he saw.
Glowing orbs of light that were aimlessly floating around. They were like an angel's grace in a way, but different. They weren't immortal like angels were and instead were much more fragile. And they seemed rather chaotic to Lucifer contrary to how composed angels were. "What are those?!"
"I call them humans!" God chirped, unaware to his son's distaste in them. "Well... their souls actually. I have yet to give each of them a physical body. I plan on giving them Earth."
But Lucifer had already stopped listening to what he was saying, God had started rambling about the finer details and how exactly he managed to create them - but one of those souls, those 'humans', had managed to catch the Archangel's attention in such a way nothing else ever had. Tilting his head in curiosity, the angel went closer, not listening to his father's pleas to be careful with his creations.
Reaching out his hand, the soul seemed to pulse in happiness and floated closer to him. Lucifer smiled. "What about this one?" He asked, liking the way how this particular soul glowed. In a way... it reminded him of himself. He wasn't sure why, but it just did.
"That one?" God frowned. "Not much really. I basically made that one out of the leftovers. There is another one I would like to show you instead..."
Lucifer cut him off. "I don't care," he stubbornly said, "I want to know about this one. When do you plan on putting this one on Earth?" He wanted to know when they would get the change to properly meet. Lucifer wasn't interested in this humanity... except for this one.
God's frown deepened. "That's one of the younger souls. It will still be thousands of years," he replied.
Even if he wanted to, Lucifer couldn't ignore the disappointment he felt. He forced it down and looked back at the soul who was still floating before him. Lucifer thought it was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.
"I like this one," he said, mind set. He would find a way for them to meet, one way or another, and then he would protect his human. They were bound together, in ways he couldn't even begin to understand. And he decided he wouldn't have it any other way.
+ +
It felt weird when Nick left Lucifer's memories and was back to his own thoughts. His mind was racing as he tried to understand what he saw. "Was that... me?" He asked, baffled. When he went back to himself, he saw a few more memories flash past - of Lucifer, in the Cage, holding on to the knowledge that they would get to meet each other once he got out. Because of him, Lucifer didn't lose his mind.
Did Lucifer just show him the creation of humanity? Of... himself?
"Yes," Lucifer replied softly. "That was you, shortly after your soul was created all those thousands of years ago."
"How disappointed you must be then. To see who I am now," Nick said bitterly.
"I am not disappointed, Nick," Lucifer firmly said, "I thought you were beautiful then. The most beautiful soul in that entire room. And I still think so now. We are bonded to each other."
Ever so slowly, Nick faced Lucifer's radiance. "The reason I left you so quickly for Sam was because I got scared... scared of how I felt and the depth of those feelings. I shouldn't have, but I did. And you are important to me. You always were, I just never found the word or courage to tell you," now it was Lucifer's time to ramble and for Nick to feel speechless, "you are everything to me, Nick. And I am mostly just glad that we get to exist at the same time, and you didn't live and died during the time I was trapped in Hell. Because I couldn't have lived with that, knowing I had missed you."
Not knowing how to reply to that - especially not expecting it from Lucifer - Nick simply leaped forward and wrapped himself around the angel's grace the best he could. It was the closest he could come to a hug in his soul-form. "Who knew you were such a softie," he murmured.
"Only for you," was all Lucifer said.
And now, Nick finally understood. Why he always felt like such a nobody, why something was missing from his life and he always felt so lost. It was because Lucifer wasn't there. But now he was, and Nick had never felt so whole before in his entire life. "Thank you," he said, meaning it, "thank you for all you've done."
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