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He definitely plays the guitar and practices playing sad romance songs in his free time.
Plays video games on consoles probably Minecraft and shooting games.
Has like a bunch of online friends but none irl because of how socially awkward he is and shy.
He's only dated like 2 people, yes humans. Which were also online. (Bro i feel like he would be obsessed with humans)
He definitely record himself playing his guitar and posted it online. Which only got like 20 veiws and 2 likes and he thought he was famous for a sec.
Totally has to help his old ass dad to send emails and use technology and then gets yelled at for it.
Probably goes on motorcycle rides at 2 am alone to help with his stress and anxiety.
Would totally get into humans tv and reality tv.
Meeting him and becoming friends:
Hes very socially awkward so be prepared for a lot of weird jokes that dont make sense or fidgeting. And constant nervous laughing especially if your human.
Even tho hes obsessed with having his family except him he would probably get obsessed with you aswell if you become friends. He's never had a irl human friend before so.
When you know he trusts you is when he invites you to his hideout in the desert. Which is filled with cat toys and things.
I can also imagine teasing him with cat toys and cat nip but he gets super embarrassed when he actually falls for it again and again.
Be prepared to play minecraft with him all day long. He secretly would put your beds together and get super awkward afterwards.
Would definitely think about you a lot after your first actual hangout probably from embarrassment from his awkward actions.
Having a crush on you:
He would definitely text you random things a lot. Or send you random tiktoks that he thinks r funny.
And get super flirty in quiet moment's but screw up after and just get more embarrassed.
Would totally send goodmorning and goodnight texts with cat emojis not hearts probably because hes to scared. He doesnt want your guys relationship to end.
Has written multiple love letters to you but js crumpled them up and throws them away in embarrassment and from nervousness.
Hot take but i think he secretly eats up any contact with you. Hes totally fascinated with your biology and skin.
Totally takes pics of you sleeping or js randomly like a weird stalker and has a little collage in his phone of just you.
Dating and getting together:
When he awkwardly asked you out it was in his hideout with candles and human food in it. He had done a lot of research of what humans think is romantic and handsome. But totally ruined it bc of his clumsiness and almost caught the tent on fire.
But after it all happened and he was sure you would say no, you grabbed his fluffy cheeks and kissed him.
After you started dating he would send goodmorning and goodnight texts with hearts and tell you how much he loves you everyday.
Would headbutt you when your together as a sign of affection, lick you, purr when you guys are cuddling and laying around being lazy, would snarl at you playfully as you would tease him with cat toys.
Would totally let you use him as a blanket when your cold.
One time you fell asleep inside his sweater with him laying down because of how cold it was. I mean who wouldn't hes so soft and fluffy.
He loves how big his paws are as they engulfed your tiny human hands.
You definitely have a bunch of videos of him asleep on your chest purring and making biscuits on you. You totally dont show him later making him embarrassed.
He would definitely rub on you randomly when you were recently out, you would be confused why and he would js ignore you. But then after searching it up it was him apparently scenting you so other animals knew you were his.
Nsfw 🔞 (hehehehe)
Totally whimpers and moans loudly before he cums.
Was a virgin before meeting you (hes 22) and was happy it was you taking his v card away.
Would definitely use that cat tongue he has in use for eating you out. ;]
Before you guys got together he would jerk off to photos of you and accidentally cum on his phone screen multiple times a week.
Hes about 5 inch when hard and 2 inch soft and sheathed in.
One time got super embarrassed when you played with his furry balls saying "I've never felt fur balls before!"
Totally put his cum in your water bottle before when you were taking a nap and gave it to you after you woke up and almost came watching you drink it.
I do believe hes a switch and goes with what he feels and i think he would totally be a sub throughout when you guys are doing it but then totally dominate you when he cums by thrusting hard and a bunch up in you while moaning and purring.
Totally starts making biscuits on you when you start riding him, or giving him a bj.
If you have tits be prepared to get them pawed at 24/7 now because he loves human tits.
Jerks off to human hentai. And human porn probs.
One time ordered a human pocket pussy and used it till it broke and was depressed for a week straight after.
Would say super deep things when hes fucking into you while churring. Abt how your his one true love and everyone else sucks even his family doesnt want him but only you. Which he loves you dearly for that.
Totally gave him a bj while he was playing cod with his online friends and he kept purring and making half moans till the point he js got off embarrassed and abt to cum. (Totally didnt want you to do it again)
Would take notes of your genitalia and write abt it later while jerking off.
When he first met you he would fantasize abt fucking you and his family coming in and seeing you guys (which he never told because that would be awkward)
Totally would send nudes back and forth when you guys are apart and horny for eachother.
Totally took catnip before fucking you and become a whole other animal after. He almost fucked you through the bed.
Onetime you told him you couldn't go back to human cock after him and he almost nutted his pants.
Any fanart/fanfiction/fanedit that paints Milton Lynxley in a positive or sympathetic light makes me sick. Especially if it involves Pawbert, either as a child or adult.
Don't even get me started on the "consensual" i***** shit. Absolutely disgusting.
Pawbert was clearly severely abused in every way possible by Milton. I genuinely believe that Pawbert originally wanted to help Gary, and that's why there were no clear signs of betrayal. Why would he even bother with any of this? His family clearly had an upper hand on Gary.
If Pawbert really wanted to appease his father from the start, he would've turned Gary in or fucked him up as soon as he smuggled him in. Or, just gave his father the letter Gary sent.
All the effort Pawbert puts into this plan makes no sense otherwise. Pawbert lives a double life away from his father in the desert, and that feels like the REAL him. He likes Burning Man, kitty cat Toys and colorful culture. The opposite of what his father wants: cold, dark, and uppity.
Pawbert wouldn't have bothered saving Judy. Or give her praise. And he wouldn't have given Gary the files on his family to research the conspiracy of the Lynxley. He wouldn't have snuggled up to Gary multiple times, introduced the cast to his personal tent, or put in any effort to help Gary.
The last minute turn was just that: last minute.
It's clear to me that Pawbert did this because of the absolute control his father has over him and his autonomy. The second there was a risk of Pawbert getting caught, he lost it. Yet the whole time it's clear that Pawbert DOES NOT want to do this. "He doesn't want to change," because he CAN'T. His father has control over his very mind.
The abuse on screen is likely just the tip of the iceberg to what Milton has done to Pawbert. If this is what he does when he wants to quickly make a point, imagine what happens behind closed doors to the "unfavourite."
The implications are clear. His siblings stand like statues and appease their father because they are scared of him. The second Milton hits their brother they looked horrified. Their father gives them subtle praise when they bully Pawbert. Milton has absolute power over all of them.
Nibbles even makes a reference to "three-some and four-some" when she sees the family, and she is VERY observant.
Pawbert very clearly has seperate and distinct personalities who are driven crazy, are made to obey his father without question and overall are not well. One even grovels at his feet and calls him "daddy", talking and acting very child like. He can even LOOK like a child when he talks to Milton.
The trauma bond Pawbert has with Milton is explicit. IMO, the parts of Pawbert's personality that did those violent, disturbed and cold acts towards the main cast were programmed by his father to do his bidding.
There's even a reference to "The Shining", which indicates to me that there is a higher power (Milton) that took control over Pawbert's mind. It even shows the statue his grandfather, AKA the legacy his cannot escape.
Why else would Milton let Pawbert take care of Judy, Nick, and Gary for him? Because Milton knows Pawbert's soul and mind are his puppet.
It's clear that Pawbert is at his father's beck and call in a VERY fucked up way. Pawbert goes between being attached to Gary to betraying him as soon as Milton is nearby. And he looks GUILTY during and after before his betrayal.
The only reason why Pawbert sucks up to his father again in jail is for his own sanity and safety in being stuck in the same cell. He has no choice. What else is he supposed to do?
Pawbert likely didn't even think the main cast would stick around. Judy and Nick barely knew him. Nibbles didn't at all. He probably assumed Gary would leave as soon as he had his family back.
After all, Pawbert's family were the ones who ruined Gary's life. Pawbert likely wasn't used to anyone liking him due to the ostraciztion he had at home. His family was all he had. His father.
Pawbert was doomed from the start, because even if he hadn't betrayed Milton, he would've still lost his fortune, family, home and even his life. His father wouldn't have had mercy. The second Milton caught Pawbert helping the other side, he would've been fucked.
So, yeah. Fuck Milton. He is genuinely evil and I cannot see an ounce of nuance with him.
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I mean, as someone who as worked in a zoo, this is fairly true.
Obvious disclaimer that you shouldn't have wild animals as pets.
But like, cheetahs are the only large cats that keepers will do free contact with. Hell, even most small cats don't get free contact. (Because small cats can be VICIOUS. They'll have a baby pallas cat wearing thicker gloves than when handling an owl. Because small cats can just be vicious.)
Like I think the only other cat at our zoo where I've seen free contact with was servals? Because I know they've used servals in shows to demonstrate their natural jumping ability. But I know servals can sometimes have a mean temper as well. Meanwhile they'll do the cheetah run and afterwards put the mic by the cheetahs and it's just like an engine with them purring. It's fascinating to watch when the message in every other large animal is "no free contact because it's dangerous even when they're born in captivity".
Legit if any wild animal could be adapted to a pet it would be cheetahs lmao. Only problem is they can be skittish and very anxious and that's why they're often raised around dogs in zoos to gain confidence.
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The first day was a bewildering blur of gold and pink, a whirlwind of paperwork, unfamiliar faces, and the heavy, lingering scent of his father’s cologne that still clung to the Commander’s office. You were there, a steady, silent presence at Abel’s side, your own Exorcist helmet tucked under your arm as you watched him try to fill a throne he never wanted.
From the moment Sera had declared him the new Commander, a title that felt both too large and too sharp for his soft shoulders, you had glued yourself to his side. It wasn't just out of duty as an Exorcist, but out of a ferocious, all-consuming love that burned in your chest. You’d seen the way Lute’s single eye had narrowed into a shard of pure venom, the way her lips had twisted into a permanent sneer whenever Abel so much as fumbled with a stack of scrolls. Adam’s death had left a power vacuum, and Lute was furious that it hadn't been her to fill it, but the one person who stood in her way was the one person who had never wanted it in the first place.
Lute’s eyes had burned with a fury so intense you were surprised the marble floors didn’t crack beneath her feet. As the celestial court dispersed, she had stalked past your little group, her shoulder deliberately knocking into Abel’s.
“Watch it, Commander,” she’d spat the title like a curse. “Don’t trip over your own halo.”
Before Abel could even stutter a response, you were stepping forward, your voice a deceptively sweet chime that held a razor’s edge. “I’d worry more about your own balance, Lute. It must be difficult, walking around with that much bitterness weighing you down. I’d hate for you to take a spill.” You looped your arm through Abel’s, pulling him gently away from her toxic aura. “Come on, darling. We have actual responsibilities to attend to.”
Abel had looked at you then, his pupil-less amber eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and sheer, unadulterated gratitude. You just squeezed his arm and shot him a wink.
And so, you became his shadow, his shield, his most vocal advocate. When Lute would "forget" to forward a crucial missive, your voice would cut through the celestial air, sweet as poisoned honey. "Oh, Lute, darling, having trouble with your memory? Perhaps all that time scowling has addled your brain. Don't worry, I've already briefed the Commander." You always emphasized his title, watching with satisfaction as a muscle in her jaw twitched.
The second day was worse. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by the crushing weight of reality. Piles of scrolls detailing extermination schedules, inventory lists for holy spears and “pointy things,” and missives from various Seraphim about “security concerns” littered the massive obsidian desk that had once been Adam’s. Abel sat behind it, looking small and swamped, his wavy blonde hair perpetually messy from him running his hands through it.
Lute was a constant, venomous shadow. She’d 'stop by' without an appointment, criticizing his every tentative decision.
“That’s not how Adam did it,” she’d snipe, looking over his shoulder at a troop rotation chart he’d been working on for hours.
“Well, I’m not Adam,” Abel had mumbled, shoulders hunching.
“We’ve noticed,” she’d retorted, her voice dripping with contempt.
This time, you didn’t bother with subtlety. You stepped between them, your posture ramrod straight, your gaze cold enough to freeze hellfire. “Lute,” you said, your tone flat and final. “The Commander is busy. If you have official business, file a request. If you’re just here to mourn your unrequited crush, I hear the empty training grounds are excellent for wailing. Now, get out.”
The sheer audacity made her biological and steel hand close into a tight fist. For a moment, you thought she might actually draw her blade. But you stood your ground, your love for Abel forming an impenetrable shield around him. With a final, hateful glare, she spun on her heel and left, the door slamming shut behind her.
When she tried to undermine him in a strategy meeting, suggesting his father would have "just attacked, no questions asked," you didn't raise your voice. You simply leaned forward, a serene smile on your face that didn't reach your eyes. "And look where that got him," you'd purred, the words hanging in the air until the silence became uncomfortable. "The Commander is considering all options. It's called strategy. Something you might want to familiarize yourself with."
The rest of the day was a cycle of Sera asking for his “valuable input” on matters of cosmic security—which made him break out in a cold sweat—and Abel trying, and failing, to decipher his father’s chaotic filing system. By the time evening cast long, golden shadows through the grand windows, he was a taut wire of stress. His halo was tilted at a truly precarious angle, his hands were shaking slightly, and his answers had devolved into a series of nervous “Yepperoni”s and “Okay-dokay”s.
You watched it all, your heart aching for him. This wasn’t your bright, silly, sweet boyfriend. This was a scared young man buckling under a legacy of violence he wanted no part of.
Enough was enough.
You found him in his new office—Adam’s old office—a space that still reeked of ego and stale beer. Abel was drowning in it. He was perched on the edge of a ridiculously ornate chair, surrounded by a sea of parchment, his wavy blonde hair disheveled and his dented halo tilted at a dangerous angle. He was muttering to himself, "...and the logistical report on cloud density for troop movement, and the... the... what even is this one?"
You closed the door with a soft, definitive click. He didn't look up, too lost in his spiraling thoughts. "Just a moment, I just need to... to cross-reference this with the..."
"Abel," you said, your voice soft but firm.
He jumped, looking up at you with wide, startled eyes. "Oh! Hey, baby- i didn't know it was you! I'm just... swamped. So much stuff. Sera wants a preliminary report by morning and I can't even find the... the thing for the..."
You walked towards him, your movements slow and deliberate. You didn't say a word, simply reaching out and gently prying the crumpled papers from his white-knuckled grip. You set them down on the desk, one by one, smoothing the edges with a tenderness he so desperately needed.
"Wha... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with a frayed anxiety.
You just smiled, a slow, knowing smile. Then, you let your voice drop into that register you reserved only for him—a silky, syrupy sweet purr that promised nothing short of sweet oblivion. "My poor, sweet Commander. You've been working so, so hard."
His breath hitched. A faint blush crept up his neck. "Baby- not- not now I have to- I have to do a lot of.. of stuff and- and- and.."
He was rambling, his brain struggling to catch up because that voice always short-circuited his higher functions. He was cornered, not by an enemy, but by your overwhelming presence, and he was backing up until the backs of his knees hit the plush couch his father had used for… well, you didn’t want to think about what Adam used it for.
You placed a finger gently on his lips, shushing him softly. "I know how stressed you've been, my love. I've been watching you. And I'm going to make it all better. I promise."
Abel’s resolve, what little he had left, shattered. A deep flush spread from his cheeks down his neck, disappearing under the high collar of his uniform. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing, and just nodded, his eyes wide and utterly trusting. In all honesty, he was wound so tight he felt he might snap. He needed an outlet, a release, and what better one than the gorgeous, loving body of the angel who adored him more than anything in all of creation?
His brain was screaming about reports and Sera and Lute, but his heart, his soul, his entire being was leaning into the safety and warmth you offered. He needed this. He needed an outlet, a release, a way to just feel instead of think.
You smiled, a genuine, loving smile, and gently pushed him down to sit on the couch. He went without a shred of resistance, his body pliant. You then settled yourself in his lap, straddling him, your weight a comforting anchor. You cooed at him, running your fingers through his soft, wavy hair, messing it up further in that way you knew he loved.
“There’s my good boy,” you murmured, leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet, unhurried kiss.
He melted into it with a soft, desperate sound, his hands coming up to rest hesitantly on your hips. As you kissed him, your fingers made quick work of the golden buttons of his ornate military jacket, pushing the heavy fabric off his shoulders. He was left in the simple, soft linen of his underclothes, and he already looked more vulnerable, more like your Abel.
He was already melting, his hands resting weakly on your hips, his eyes wide and dazed. He was your baby, through and through: eager to please, desperate for direction, and so, so responsive to your every touch.
You sat back, rocking your hips against the growing hardness you could feel beneath you, and you were rewarded with a sharp, pathetic whine as the friction brushed against his growing hardness.
“P-Please…” he pouted up at you, his big, liquid gold eyes swimming with unshed tears of frustration and building pleasure. “Don’t… don’t tease me, pleaseee.”
You chuckled, a low, affectionate sound, and kissed him again, deeper this time, swallowing his weak pleas. "Shhh, my love. I'm taking care of you." You then lifted your hips slightly, making to move off him.
He immediately whined in complaint, his grip tightening. "No, wait—"
You tutted softly. "Darling, there's no way I can get these pants off if I'm sitting on them, now is it?"
“Shhh, baby, there’s no way I can get these off of you if I’m sitting on them, now is there?” you reasoned, your voice still that hypnotic purr.
That shut him up real quick. His mouth closed with a soft click, and he blushed even harder, looking adorably chastised. You took the opportunity to swiftly unbutton his trousers and tug them down just enough to free his cock. It was just like him—a bit thick, a bit soft, perfect.
You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few slow, firm strokes.
“S-So good… your hand feels… ah…” he babbled, his head falling back against the couch.
“Just you wait, my love,” you cooed.
Then, you positioned yourself and sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion. The stretch was divine, as always, making you gasp softly. But Abel’s reaction was far better. A broken-off, shuddering moan was torn from his throat as he immediately clung to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you like a vice, his whole body trembling. His eyes, when you glanced down, were crossed and hazy, shimmering pools of liquid gold.
“ba-ah-byyy…” he whimpered, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust upwards.
You began to move, setting a slow, deep, rolling rhythm. As you rode him, you rained down syrupy sweet praises, your lips close to his ear.
“You’re doing so well, Abel. My perfect, handsome Commander.”
“Everyone is so hard on you, but you’re so, so good.”
“You’re so beautiful, my sweet boy.”
You reached one hand up to stroke the nape of his neck, scratching lightly through his hair. You knew that spot made him completely boneless, and you felt him go limp against you with a shuddering sigh, his whines becoming higher pitched.
But you weren’t done. You wanted to wipe every last thought of Lute, Sera, and exterminations from his beautiful, stressed mind.
Your other hand trailed down his back, over the soft linen, and further, until your fingers gently brushed the base of his magnificent golden wings.
The effect was instantaneous and electric.
His wings ruffled and puffed up with a soft shhhk sound, every feather standing on end. A sharp, choked whine escaped him, and he jerked inside you, his grip becoming almost painfully tight.
“B-Baby, please! You- you know what that d-does to me!” he babbled, his brain-to-mouth filter completely obliterated by the overwhelming sensation. The dual assault of your body milking his cock and your fingers stroking the hyper-sensitive primary feathers of his wing was too much.
“I know, baby,” you purred, deliberately clenching around him as your fingers traced the arch of his wing. “I know. Just let go. Come for me.”
That was his undoing. With a final, high-pitched whine that sounded like the yip of a puppy, he fell apart. His eyes rolled back, his head lolled against the couch, and he spilled into you with a series of weak, helpless jerks of his hips. He was whining and whimpering your name, his hands weakly pawing at your back as he rode out the orgasm he had been so desperate for.
Feeling him pulse and throb inside you, so utterly lost in his release, triggered your own. You clenched around him, moaning out his name as pleasure washed over you in warm, crashing waves.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your combined, ragged breaths. Abel was completely spent, a boneless, whimpering mess beneath you, nuzzling pathetically into your chest. You gently stilled your hand on his wing, instead opting to stroke his hair and back soothingly.
“There,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. “All better now?”
All he could manage was a weak, breathless little nod, his eyes fluttering closed.
From the very first time Abel saw you, he had that awkward little pause the kind that gives away a heart that just missed a step. He didn’t immediately understand why he felt nervous, his cheeks flushing every time your eyes met his
He kept telling himself it was "nothing," but his voice would start to shake every time he tried to talk to you
He adores your presence; he finds it soothing, filled with a warmth he can’t find anywhere else
He notices the tiny details others overlook the way your laugh fills the room with life, the softness in your gaze when you talk to him, or the graceful way you carry yourself, which to his eyes simply makes you sublime
And yet, Abel is clumsy. He wants to compliment you, but the words always come out wrong
"Uh, you… I mean, your dress looks… incredibly good on you! Not that… uh… I watch you all the time, well, I do watch you, but not like that, I mean"
He often ends up with burning cheeks, hiding his face behind his hand, silently swearing he’ll never say anything that confusing again
When he walks by your side, he always slows down a little not out of pity, but because he likes matching his steps with yours
He loves when you laugh at his awkwardness your laughter helps him relax. You have this gift of making him feel accepted, even with all his flaws
One day, when you were doubting yourself your body, your image Abel looked at you with that disarming sincerity he keeps for rare moments
"You know… I don’t understand why you would ever doubt yourself. When I see you, I just think the world isn’t built for people as radiant as you"
And he said it plainly, his voice trembling but full of conviction
He loves holding you close, a bit hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to be too rough, but once his arms are around you, it feels like a silent promise he sees you, he loves you, exactly as you are
He also loves helping you get dressed when you try on a new outfit; he blushes to the tips of his ears, stammers out little "wow" or "oh my God" under his breath, then quickly corrects himself to tell you that you look "magnificent, stunning"
And every time, you can see in his eyes that it isn’t flattery it’s pure admiration
An admiration he doesn’t always know how to express with words, but that lives in every glance, every gesture, every shy little smile he gives you
Abel in a secret relationship with a popstar sinner!Reader
fandom. Hazbin Hotel
pairing. Abel x popstar!fem!sinner!Reader
prompts. love at first sight, awkward crushes, secret relationship, forbidden romance, teasing, fluff, sexual tension, sex, female pronouns for reader, famous reader
TW. mentions of sex, some mcfreakery dare i say
Abel comes to visit the Hotel with Sera, Emily and St. Peter, as Sera is trying to rekindle the relationship between Heaven and Hell.
Charlie makes an attempt at throws a little party at the Hotel to welcome them, with some of the guests. Included you, who's been at the Hotel for a month after the failed Extermination.
As soon as Abel comes out the portal, you and him make eye contact.
Uh-oh.
MORE THAN A FEEEELING.
For the BOTH OF YOU.
Abel has visited Hell only a couple of times in his lifetime, he was never much interested in sinners. And even in Heaven, he wasn't the type to lose his mind for a woman.
But when he sees you for the first time, he's starstruck. Head over heels.
Oh same goes for you. As soon as he comes out the portal your eyes go wide and your jaw falls open a bit.
Blond hair, golden eyes, the sweet but pretty face, everything gets you.
Cherri Bomb has to elbow your side to snap you out of your trance.
After you dance around each other the whole party because both of you are too shy to strike a conversation, Abel approaches you.
Emily basically pushed him at full force.
It takes you two a while to form coherent sentences in between your stuttering, but in the end you chat a lot.
You tell him that you're a popstar in Hell, and Abel soon understands that you are a famous one as you show him your Voxtify charts.
Towards the end of the party, Sera has to take him by his vest and throw him back in the portal as you giggle and wave him goodbye. He keeps looking back at you and smiling and waving with the most love-soaked face, until the portal closed.
During your chat, you invited Abel to your next show, not realising that he probably wouldn't be there. He's still an angel after all. He can't just come to Hell when he wants. Plus, he probably doesn't care that much.
But, surprisingly, during the stadium tour show, you manage to notice him in the crowd. He's hiding because he didn't want to be recognized as an angel, along with someone who looked like St. Peter, and you blush HARD.
Then, the set begins. Abel tried to come prepared, he listened to your entire discography a couple of your songs. But still, nothing could've prepared him for this concert.
On stage all your awkwardness and shyness leave your body, and your songs are...something.
They are freaky holy shit. Not in an excessively vulgar way. But still kinda explicit.
He's flustered. Especially because YOU LOOK AT HIM THE WHOLE TIME.
You smile, sprawl on the floor, lick your lips, sing the most sensual words all the while holding eye contact with Abel.
Boy was hard for two days after that.
After the show you take him and St. Peter to the backstage, thanking them for being there. And all the self-confidence you had on stage abandons you. Being on stage is the only moment when you manage to leave behind your awkward self and speak your mind truthfully. Included flirting with Abel. But now that you are face to face- POOF, GONE.
«W-were those lyrics aimed at s-someone?» Abel dear, he's trying. And trying to understand if you're already taken.
«What? Noooo» you're in denial, as always.
After that, Abel begins sneaking into Hell to see you.
I don't know if Abel can conjure portals to Heaven. If not, he would ask Emily to do so for him. She's you two's number one fan along with St. Peter.
You spend the majority of your time together in your Hotel room balcony as he keeps you company for a cigarette, or inside watching movies. One time you almost hold hands (just touched pinkies but then both of you chicken out).
Abel manages to sneak you into Heaven when he can, to stargaze in his apartment's attic.
That's when you two finally have your first kiss.
Abel leans in, lips slightly parted, without even realising it. You step back out of surprise and he snaps out of it.
«I'M SO SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO I RUINED EVERYTH-» he's interrupted because you take his face between your hands and kiss him deeply.
After that, you begin a secret relationship.
Made of moments like Abel getting YANKED in your room as he yelps "OH SPEAKER OF GOD" before you crash your lips against his.
Or him holding you in his arms as he lays you on a cloud before attacking your neck with kisses.
Sera and Lute can't know that the new Army Leader was seeing a sinner, and you didn't want Charlie and the other guests to know that you were making out in secret in your bedroom with the SON OF ADAM.
You two don't just make out btw.
Since Abel is kinda innocent, you thought that it would've taken him a bit more to get comfortable with intimacy.
You're wrong. Yeah he's a bit shy and careful about it but he was the one who got on top of you and put his hands under your shirt first.
Abel didn't have that many experiences with women before you but he still knows his way around. You like it.
Must be Dad's genes™.
He praises you like there's no tomorrow and you find out that you're into it more than you thought you were into degradation.
You both try to keep it quiet.
Headcanon that Emily's apartment is next to Abel's and she hears EVERYTHING and you two GO AT IT A LOT and although she's your ray of sunshine supporter she's FED UP.
The "LMAOOOO I JUST REMEMBERED THIS ONE TIME I WAS IN DOGGY AND I LOOKED BACK AT HOMEBOY AND HE WAVED AT ME" tweet.
Yeah that happened.
And after that, Charlie barged into your room because you wouldn't come down for your group activities and you and Abel froze in that position.
And Abel waved at her too.
Charlie slammed the door traumatized and afterwards reassured you that she was happy for you and Abel.
You didn't listen to anything you were more busy hiding your face between your hands and trying not to cry as Abel patted your shoulder all red in the face.
Quickies in your changing room before your concerts— WHO SAID THAAT
All things considered, you two really are in love. You say that to each other forehead against forehead when stargazing in Heaven.
Sometimes you sing him to sleep, caressing his head. Idk why but I headcanon him to have trouble sleeping.
And sometimes he serenades you too. The only father and son activity he did with Adam was playing guitar so he uses it to accompany his voice. You want to record a duet with him so bad for a love song.
But for now you limit yourself to write love songs inspired by your secret relationship with him.
Your fans are questioning why your new album is so romantic and cheesy and at the same time the freaky songs got TEN TIMES FREAKIER.
You listen to his almost daily rants about how his dad didn't like him lmao.
And he gets you little gifts from Heaven, sometimes they're not really your thing (you now have like 4-5 pangolins roaming around your Hotel room) but no other guy has ever given you gifts. You appreciated from the bottom of your heart. The hugest gift you got from your ex was a dead rat.
You both just want to say I love you out loud with no shame because of your different worlds. But for now you'll have to wait.
They Have A Nightmare - (W/ Adam, Lucifer, Abel, Lute)
Summary: Short, little, fluffy, but kinda angst-filled scenarios where you comfort them after a nightmare.
Contents/Possible Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, angst, Mentions of death, insecurities, allusions to smut, no actual smut
Adam
You woke to the sound of rustling sheets, Adam moving next to you in bed. You drowsily blinked open your eyes, turning them to the clock on the nightstand, the time being just after midnight; way too early for him to be awake, no matter how much of a morning person he was. He sat up, back facing you, as he went to leave the bed, only for you to grab onto him tiredly.
"Adam," you spoke sleepily, trying to pull him back down with you, eager to get back to sleep. "Where are you going...?" Then, you stopped, your eyes widening as he turned to look down at you, the last remnants of tears he must've tried to wipe away in his golden eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" You asked gently, now wide awake.
He shook his head, pulling away from you. "I'm fine, babe. Go back to sleep." He deflected, avoiding your gaze. "Just a bad dream, my favorite guitar broke, usual nightmare shit." He stood up, heading over to the balcony, peering out into Heaven's night sky. Something was bothering him, and you severely doubted it was just about a guitar. He never avoided you like this before, his usual overconfident self prone to attracting attention instead of dodging it.
"Adam..." You murmured, following him outside, placing yourself under one of his large, soft wings for warmth, him wrapping it around you out of habit. "Tell me what really happened, honey." You gave him a sympathetic smile. "You can tell me about whatever's bothering you. I promise I'll be here, even if I was a massive bitch in your dream or something," you joked, earning a small laugh from him.
He stayed silent for a long moment, staring out into the cityscape before speaking, voice soft. "You wouldn't leave me for anyone else, right?" He hesitantly questioned, turning his head to you. "It's just..." He paused, biting his lip, unsure if he should say what he wanted to. "You're the first person I've been with in a really long time who wasn't only sex to me, and I—" He hesitated again, wiping tears out of his eyes. "I love you, y'know? I don't wanna lose you like I did to someone else before." He took a deep breath, wing pulling you closer. "Tell me you won't leave."
You frowned, your hurt aching in your chest as you looked at him. He's never been so vulnerable before, and while you're happy he's comfortable, it hurts like no pain you could've ever imagined to see him like this. "I won't leave, I promise." You reassured him, gently kissing him, something he happily returned.
"I'm not Lilith, and I'm most certainly not Eve," you began, wrapping your arms around him. "I wouldn't leave even if you told me to, Adam. You're stuck with me forever, so get used to it."
He laughed again, kissing you with a satisfied hum. "Maybe that's something I wanna get used to. I mean, who else would I give all these kisses to, hmm?" He picked you up, and you let out a surprised yelp that turned into laughter as he carried you to the bed.
"Hey, why don't I help tire you out, babe? I did wake you up and all, didn't I?" He smirked, leaning over you with half-lidded eyes.
Looks like you wouldn't be getting much sleep.
Lucifer
Lucifer shot awake, heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the room, eyes looking frantically around before settling on you next to him, sleeping soundly. He calmed down at the sight of you, taking a deep breath as his nightmare replayed in his head. Everyone had left him. Charlie left him. You left him. He had no one again. He was alone.
"Fuck," He whispered out, voice shaky as the fear consumed his mind. He reached out, trembling hand coming to slowly brush a stray lock of hair out of your face, admiring how peaceful you looked. He'd do anything if it meant you'd stay with him, no matter who or what it took to keep you happy. He couldn't lose the love of his life again, not after Lilith.
"Lucifer...?" You mumbled, eyes adjusting in the dark as you began to wake up. "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" You sat up, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. You moved closer, hugging his shaky body as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He clung to you tightly, trying to calm his breathing as you rubbed a hand on his back, helping to soothe him.
"Was it the dream about Lilith again...?" You questioned gently, approaching the subject with caution so as to not upset him even further, knowing just how much even the mention of her hurt him.
"No," he croaked out, hugging you tighter. "It was a new one. Charlie left, a-and—" He sobbed, wiping away his tears before speaking again. "You left, too. Everyone left. I was alone again." He buried his head deep into your shoulder, sticking to you as he cried, body shaking with sobs as he let it out.
"Shh..." You hushed softly, "I'm here, everything's okay, you'd know I'd never leave you, my love." You pressed small kisses to his hair, rocking him gently as he grew calmer, eventually taking his face off your shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he apologized in embarrassment, blushing as he looked away. "I didn't mean to wake you up, and now your shirt's all wet..."
You shook your head, holding his face in your hands. "Don't be, Lucifer. I love you, and that means you can come to me whenever you need to, even if it's the middle of the night." Then an idea crossed your mind, and you grinned. "Hey, how about we get a midnight snack to cheer you up? We can make hot chocolate!"
His eyes lit up. "Let's put marshmallows in it!"
Abel
One moment, you were having an amazing dream. and then the next you're awake, eyes closed, but feeling like something was watching you. "Wha—" You mumbled, opening your eyes, jumping at the sight of Abel staring down at you.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry—" He frantically apologized, moving away and back to his side of the bed. "I just had a nightmare and I was worried you might've been dead, even though I knew you weren't, but I was really nervous about it and—" He cut himself off to breathe in, out of breath from his hurried explanation.
"Abel, honey, slow down," you encouraged, sitting up as your sleepiness went away. "You had a nightmare? And I'm guessing I died in it?" You recounted his words as best as you could despite how fast they were. He nodded slowly, moving closer before snuggling up to you. "Talk to me about it, Abel," you smiled, running your fingers through his blond hair.
"I guess I've been nervous about becoming head of the exorcists lately," he explained softly, laying his head on your chest. "In my dream, a bunch of sinners had managed to get their way into heaven, and I—" He frowned, sadness in his eyes. "I couldn't do anything to help you, t-they killed you in front of me." Tears welled up in his eyes, and you brushed them away with your thumb, Abel leaning into your touch as you held his cheek in your hand. "I'm not weak, am I? I-I can protect you, right?" He stuttered out, looking into your eyes for a desperate answer.
You nodded with a gentle smile. "You're not weak, Abel. If any demon really were able to get up here, I'm sure I'd be the first person you'd save. Besides, you're too amazing to let any of them up here in the first place."
He blushed at your words, grinning cutely. "You're right, I can be pretty amazing." He leaned in, kissing you. "I'm sorry for waking you up." He murmured, cuddling you closer.
You yawned, resting your head back onto your pillow. "You can make it up to me by making me breakfast in the morning." You joked with a smile, closing your eyes as you relaxed, drifting off to sleep along with Abel.
Lute
You jolted awake at the cry of your name, eyes hurriedly gazing at the dark room, only to find nothing. Lute tossed and turned next to you, sobbing in her sleep, her hands balled into fists as she talked in her sleep. You gasped, reaching out to shake her awake, her eyes shooting open, widening when she saw you.
"You're alive?" She exclaimed, grabbing onto you, searching you for any kind of injury. "But you— I saw you get stabbed!" She cried, clinging to you with desperation. "There was so much blood, and I failed and—" Her hands clung to your shirt, burying her face in your chest as she sobbed.
You pulled her closer, hugging her tight as your thoughts raced. She's never cried like this in front of you before; she's always been so on guard up until now. "Lute, shh..." You attempted to soothe, wiping her tears away. "Hey, it was just a nightmare. I'm all okay, you didn't fail anything."
Lute looked up at you, breathing heavily. "You're never going down there, never. I'll never let you be an exorcist like me; it's too dangerous for you." She grabbed your face, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked into yours. "Promise me you'll never go down there. I need to know you'll be safe up here in Heaven." She demanded, tears threatening to well from her eyes.
You nodded quickly. "I promise, Lute. I won't get hurt, I'll always be here with you."
She took a shaky breath, leaning in to kiss you. "I'd kill every last one of them if they ever touched you," she growled against your lips. "You complete me." She kissed you again, pouring all of her love into it, like it'd be the last time she ever saw you again. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." She murmured against you, pulling you back down into the soft pillows of the bed. "Go back to sleep, I'll watch over you."
"Lute, you don't—" You stopped, watching as her eyes narrowed sternly. "Don't forget to sleep, too, okay?" You pleaded to her, a frown on your face.
"I won't," she replied, holding your hand in a silent oath. "Good night."
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Does anyone else feel weirdly attracted to Abel after Hear My Hope? I don’t know if it’s his squishable face, him growing a backbone, or it’s just Patrick Stump’s voice, but I feel a certain way about him.
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