M O R I B U N D U S

Micah’s eyes lingered on the other and he shook his head. “Why should I believe you?” It wasn’t likely that any answer would change his mind once it was made up, but he could entertain the idea. 

“Because I saw them cleaning up blood before breakfast.” Oliver’s tone was wounded, as if Micah’s disbelief had physically hurt him.

He’d endured all forms of degradation in his stint in solitary, survived the taunts and threats thrown at him. He’d come out of the confrontations with the guards with only a few healing wounds left. Emerson was alive, at least, that was a comfort to him. The silence was deafening and he preferred the banal din of the common rooms much more to that godforsaken concrete cell. He’d been good, on his best possible behavior just to get out and here he was, unable to reconcile with the fact that he was “free”. He felt as if they would throw him back in at any second. Sonny had to be good. Had to be a good boy and follow the “rules”. 

He was normally an unobtrusive sort, predisposed to taking up as little space as possible. Which is why he had not even blinked when the guards had deposited someone into the seat beside him, leaving the poor soul to navigate lunchtime on his own.

Shooting the other a quick glance, Bash managed half a smile, some awkward little thing, before looking back at his food.

“Oh, do enlighten me, oh wise older brother. What difference is there?”

“I’m perfectly fine with her not nagging me about kids and practically forgetting I exist, thanks. I get a call maybe once every other month and that’s just about all I can bare as it is.”

“You get all moony-eyed. Like Mercy hung all the stars up on his own.” He didn’t get paid money to read people for nothing, after all.

“It’s cute, honestly.”

They both seemed to wish that their mother would forget they existed, at least for a while. She put so much spotlight on her older son that Murphy couldn’t help but feel as though she sometimes forgot she had a second son as well, one Murphy believed was more deserving of her affection.

Sleeve-covered fists scrubbed furiously at his tears before Jude looked up again. The monotonous voice was familiar, a wave of almost relief crashing over him. “S-sinner?” Jude took a cautious step back into their space, a hand over the spot Lust had nuzzled like he was ashamed of it. 

“What…what was that? Who were they?”

“Lust doesn’t know how to behave yet. We’re gonna teach them.” Sinner reached up, using their thumb to brush away tears Jude had missed, surprisingly gentle, given their propensity towards indifference.

“What do you have against angels?” This was the first time he felt close to normal since being admitted. He used to watch the show at home and had sat the moment he saw it playing, surprised that the staff allowed it. “Oh, yeah. I mean, I’d rather a go at either of the brothers first, but any of the three is fine.” He grew quiet since a lot had been spoiled for him. It wasn’t an episode he’d seen before, not that he minded.

“Is it not a sin to have sex with an angel? Are they not meant to be asexual?” He would know better than this boy beside Him, but did not disclose this. He didn’t know who to trust in a building full of those against Him, so it was easier not to trust at all.

“Sam is not a sexual creature, and Dean’s the obvious choice. Sleeping with Dean is taking the same path everyone takes.”

Ash snorted out a laugh in surprise at the offer, did the kid even realize what they’d just said? Not that Ash would deny them literally anything but still, it was quite bold. It was the precise reason he’d grown so fond of Kieran so quickly. Everything about them was endearing and interesting. 

“I mean, who am I to say no to such an enticing offer? Though I’ll pass on the wine I think, more of a beer guy, myself.”

“Well, we’ll just make it BYOB, because I don’t have any beer or anything.” Their nose wrinkled at the thought. Beer smelled tacky, like the inside of a highschooler’s car, and they’d never really cared for it.

“It’ll still be fun.” Kieran smiled, looking up at Ash and fidgeting with the mug in their hands. “Do you want me to make dinner or anything?”

“Hey! Hey, hey!”

Reaching out into the hallway, seemingly at random, Theo grabbed onto Nash’s arm as he saw the man pass, tugging him into the room and closing the door behind them, locking out the world for a private moment.

The room in question was a closet, hardly big enough to fit them both, Nash’s back against the wall and Theo between his legs, hands braced on his chest to keep from falling over.

“It took me forever to find you! Jesus, I’ve been running all over this stupid place to try to figure out where you’d gone.” He shook his head, heaving out a breath. “Can’t believe I missed your stupid face for this long.”

These little trysts between them had become few and far between, as of late, but Theo had a favour to ask, and Nash was the only one who could make it happen without too much effort on Theo’s part.

“It doesn’t sound like we’re talking about the good kind of weird.” He set out the next game, briefly skimming over the direction because he was curious, before organizing it in front of him in order to begin counting. “Would you like to switch with me?” Cam didn’t mind doing to puzzles instead, but knew he’d become invested if he started. “Start from scratch…how? Like, throwing everything out and buying all of them new?” He hadn’t thought the budget for games could be that big.

“We’re not. I’ll spare you the details.” They made a face in distaste, wrinkling their nose.

“We can switch if you want. I think I’m gonna take a break for a minute, make some tea or something. You want something from the keurig, the vending machine, anything? It’s the least I can do.”

“And why would I believe you even if you did tell me that?”

He said and rolled his eyes, he doubted he was the only one Alfie flattered like that. He was the local slut and flattered just about everyone from what Damien had already seen.

“I said my last words weren’t a threat, never said I wasn’t going to threaten you Alfie.”

Damien teased and looked over the man, shaking his head as the patient spoke about bone breaking being a waste of time and he smiled to him. For someone that wanted him so badly, he should be expecting pain.

“Don’t tell me you’re under the impression any kind of sex won’t be violent. I’m disappointed Alfie, don’t you listen to rumours. I’m bound to break you.”

“Call it the willing suspension of disbelief. Even the beautiful need to feel special.” 

There was a reason Alfie went around getting into the pants of anyone who would have him - to feel special. Damien could try to deny it, but he was human. A kindred spirit, of sorts, who desired attention, though perhaps not in the same way Alfie desired it. Part of him, somewhere in there, wanted to feel important to someone, to feel adored, appreciated, even worshiped.

Alfie could provide that, if only for a while.

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manga lied to me. i never see bad boy types protecting stray kittens therefore revealing to me their soft side

its always me picking up the cats

He was currently indulging His, arms folded around a pillow and watching the screen intently. He’d been binge-watching this show as much as they would allow Him to, given that He needed something to fill His time.

“Long enough.” It was an instant connection and Dexter could only assume why. He had waited. The chill in the air. The PRESENCE. This was Lucifer. Or at least someone who was being used as his vessel. His delusions had been getting better but this was different. He knew. He didn’t need GOD to tell him to run the other direction. He had yet to be reborn – but the time was coming. The BEAST was here. He would lead him like he had led the angels against Heaven. “I was expecting something more… grand.” Ironic. The KING of Hell, standing next to him. But there were no sacrifices. No murders. It was quite… dull. How boring.

The blond found himself leaning against the table, his head tilting so the man was in his line of vision. He had a lot of questions. Why had it taken so long was one of them. Did this also mean his demon friend was GONE officially? Perhaps now people could stop thinking he was losing himself. 

His gaze drew over the curve of Dexter’s jaw as He got His first real look at His Son. It made sense that, in this world so focused on beauty, on power stemming from charisma, the Beast would be beautiful, would be charming and blond and ethereal.

“As was I.” He had felt so drained since coming to Saint Dymphna, unable to tap into His true power when surrounded by so many sigils meant to keep Him down. “Our time will come.”

The stomach of the corporeal form He was inhabiting protested at the thought of shirking mealtime in favour of discussion, but He paid it no mind. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed You up.” An honest compliment - a surprise, as He was full of veiled lies, of double meanings. 

“I’ve waited millennia to find You.”

Ash smirked, leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed. “I didn’ say a thing, mate.”

The smirk turned into a shit-eating grin, of course. And though he was sure Ronnie still hadn’t opened his eyes, they knew each other well enough that the man should be able to hear it in Ash’s voice. “Keep talkin’ like that and they’ll be on the floor in no time.”

“You piece of shit.” Ronnie smiled, eyes still shut, and put one arm up, as though holding his arms out for a hug.