#chucifer

creating a new otp: chucifer (chuckxlucifer )

Lucifer: It took three years for Lucifer to realize he lost. It's not something many would allow themselves to realize but after fighting for as long as he has and losing so much... Well it's only natural he's lost them. He lost them all. Sometimes Lucifer will be sitting in some classroom as the teacher drones on, and he'll stare out the window trying to imagine what the world would be like if he won.

Lucifer: His siblings needed him and he left because of his older brother and selfish mother. Trying so hard to stay, doing his best to keep them strong, and then being told that there's no point because he's as good as gone... It just about broke him. Michael broke him. But that's what Michael does. And yes, Lucifer finally escaped that awful house with it's righteous rules but his siblings are scattered and now they all hate him. They loathe his very existence. The only one willing to talk to him, willing to look at him, is Castiel.

Lucifer: His youngest brother doesn't love him or want him around. Castiel is merely using Lucifer to get into the good graces of their father, to remember what it's like to have those almighty and powerful eyes on him. It's sad, Castiel doesn't even mind if their father refuses to speak to him, as long as those eyes land on him then it's fine. That's all he's ever wanted. So Lucifer is being used but he doesn't mind, because he knows he deserves it.

Lucifer: This college campus is hell. Castiel is here but hates Lucifer's guts. He's also dating a demon of a man named Crowley. He used to be with Dean, the older brother of Lucifer's obsession, Sam Winchester. Worse than that, he's been running into a man named Chuck lately whose goal in life seems to be getting in Lucifer's way. But this is life. This is the way life works. Drama, seclusion, pain, hatred, obsession, and bitter longing; that's what makes up living in this world. Love is for the lucky.

Lucifer: He sat on the stupid bench just outside of the art center, they call it an art center but it's just a shack about the size of an apartment building, one single apartment building with two floors, the top floor is for the painters and the bottom is more for sketching and charcoal pieces. He hangs out here from time to time, mostly because he remembers that Balthazar was an artist when the kid was ten years old. He told Lucifer that he's going to be a Picasso one day. Lucifer just smiles and nodded, watching his younger brother paint a world only he sees onto the canvas. It was nice, for those ten short years to be with him and watch his brother grow. But it was that year that he was forced to leave.

Lucifer: Sometimes Lucifer wonders if he's allowed to look his siblings up, at least find out where they ran off to. He would never seek them out, but it'd be nice... having something more permanent to base his ideas of their current lives on. For all he knows they could all be in town, or across the world. Japan was Gabriel's favorite country growing up. He could be there. But then again they've all grown up so much... Anna probably got over her ballet phase, Balthazar over his painting, Gabriel over his baking, and Raphael over his politics. Everyone's probably changed so much...

Lucifer: Does he even have a right to know how they're doing or if their interests have changed? Yes, he's their older brother, but he was forced to abandon them, and not even Castiel has forgiven him of this sin. If Lucifer stayed with Michael, he might at least have one person who still wants him around. One person who still cares about his existence. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? That one person to care? But it's Michael, the one who dragged him away from everything in the first place. Lucifer ran his hands over the front of his jeans and blinked when he noticed Chuck Shurley walking over to him.

Lucifer: "Well isn't this interesting? Are you making it your life goal to get in my way every single time I try to do something even remotely entertaining?" Lucifer smirked, mostly teasing him. But Chuck frowned in that serious annoyed way he has and crossed his arms, glaring. Right now, Lucifer is having the strangest urge to stand up and kiss that pout away but mostly for the reaction Chuck's bound to give rather than having some strange desire to show affection.

Lucifer: "How the hell did you know that Sam's coming to the art center today?!" Chuck demanded, obviously not noticing Lucifer's inner debate on whether or not to make out with him. So apparently Sam's coming by here today, probably soon actually, well isn't that interesting? Maybe Lucifer and Sam are soul mates and this is the way the universe has decided to give him the news. The universe has sent a tsundere to give him the news, how adorable!

Lucifer: "Why is Sam coming here?" Might as well ask since God knows Chuck isn't the type to just hand out every detail you actually want to know all willy nilly. It's a bit of a pain actually. Chuck should take some communication classes, he's pretty bad at it. Lucifer glanced up at the sky, nice and clear, if there was even one cloud in the sky then he could probably get Chuck to leave him alone but without a single cloud he can't perform his 'the world is going to fucking end' routine. Thank Theater for giving him too many monologues to memorize and make up just to cause a disturbance to the general public. Granted, his teacher would be pissed as fuck if she found out how he's been using what she's taught him.

Lucifer: "Sam's here because he belongs here. He's in the art program too, you know." Chuck said with a scowl, looking angrier than before, but Lucifer can see the truth. He's curious about what Lucifer's going to do. He's curious about Lucifer in general. That's why he always seeks Sam out, looking for his 'stalker' so he can interrogate until he somewhat understands, even slightly better, what's going on. Lucifer's in love with Sam, but that means nothing to Chuck. He just doesn't believe that it's possible. So he watches from a distance, interrupts occasionally, and lashes out. Waiting for Lucifer to finally tell him the truth.

Lucifer: Sometimes Lucifer thinks Chuck is terrified of love.

Lucifer: It's just a thought though, nothing to really spend too much time on. Lucifer's got enough people in his life, he doesn't need Chuck to worm his way into the people he cares about. Odds are, he'll never care about Chuck, not really. Then again that's a lie. Lucifer's an idiot. He cares for too many people, which actually reminds him that he needs to visit Meg today to make sure she's okay. She only just got out of the hospital this morning... and odds are, no one will give a damn that she's obviously hurting. Lucifer pursed his lips, if he could... he'd take her pain away, everyone's pain, and just hold it tightly inside, and let it kill him, but all their pain would be gone, everyone would be happier, and Lucifer would be gone. That's the one thing he wants more than anything. Odds are though, he'll never be given the chance to help people that much, to be able to take on such a burden, no matter how much he wants to.

Dean-O: I guess it's quiet in here, so tumblr anyone?

Lucifer: tumblr!

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I'm all alone...

Lucifer: I shall write!

Lucifer: Chuck has been living in this shitty house for too long. Years really. It was cheap so right when he got out of college, the biggest most expensive waste of his life, he bought this place up pretty quickly. The faucets are always leaking. You can hear the dryer from any room in the house, and the wall paper likes to fall off... no matter how many times he gets it done. This place really is a piece of shit. But it's his home. What's he going to do? So... he deals with it.

Lucifer: His office is in the living room, in front of the living room but right before the kitchen. There's plenty of alcohol around it, and he can wander around the house in a bathrobe all day because he's a shut-in writer with no friends and a family that doesn't give a damn about him. That's just fine. He actually prefers it that way. He doesn't have to think about them anymore. He doesn't have to deal with the fact that he has a past. He can just... write. Which is amazing really, because he hasn't thought of a decent idea his entire life and yet now he has these two fantastic characters named Sam and Dean who are just... so much better than he could ever be.

Lucifer: He's okay with that. Really. As long as he can write about them, live vicariously through them, then it's just fine. He'll deal with it. Love it even. Because he's Chuck Shurley, an alcoholic who can't be bothered to spend his money on anything other than electricity, water, rent, and wifi. Everything else can just sit on a back burner while he dies from poverty and lack of food. But alcohol can help with the empty stomach problems and he makes enough money to buy /some/ food. Just not much. He has to pay off those college loans so it's hard.

Lucifer: So when he laid his head down on his desk and stared up at his computer screen with a glare, mostly at the harsh brightness than the actual words. They suck too but... he can fix that. Computer brightness is something that he has been struggling with his entire life. He groaned lightly and stood up, ready to grab a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. Aspirin, great idea. He popped five into his mouth and had a glass of bourbon to wash it down. Whatever alcohol he can get, he'll drink. Doesn't matter, although he really hates the taste of beer. That's something he won't touch. Not ever. Not really. Well... unless a friend of his brings some over.

Lucifer: Yes, Chuck has a friend. It's a very special friend too. In college he was just as much of a shut in as he has been his entire life, but one guy at his college refused to care. Didn't even seem to notice really. Lucifer Novak is a bastard and a whore but Chuck likes the dick anyway. He's always there and willing to bring over a pack of beer and fast food every once in a while which is always a perk. So Chuck handles him just fine... except for those douche-y days where Lucifer decides that Chuck needs some /fun/ in his life. Which usually means that he winds up inviting everyone he knows over to party at Chuck's house.

Lucifer: He's a dick.

Lucifer: But he's also the only friend that Chuck has. He's the only one who will pick Chuck up if he gets drunk off his ass at an actual bar at four in the morning. He's a good guy, a complete dick, but a good guy who cares /way/ too much for Chuck. It's almost like he's using their friendship because really... Lucifer gains nothing from this. Maybe he gets a place to bring his friends for a good time but he can go to any club for that or he can always convince Crowley, Ruby, or Meg to lend him their places. So it's weird, but it's not like Chuck is going to complain.

Lucifer: When the doorbell made loud hurtful noises to kill young innocent writers, Chuck groaned aloud and covered his ears, not even caring when the violence of how quickly he reached for his ears made him fall over in his chair. He hit the grown with a loud thud so it wasn't all that surprising when Lucifer broke into his house with beer and McDonalds. He took one look at Chuck sprawled out on the ground in his customary bathrobe, wife beater, boxers, and socks then laughed. He practically fell to the ground and /rolled/ he was laughing so hard. "Fuck you too, Lucy." Chuck spat and got up, wishing the meds would kick in soon. The sooner the better with Lucifer around. The douche won't care that Chuck's hungover and in pain. He'll scream the lyrics to 'Stairway to Heaven' over and over again just to watch Chuck writhe in pain.