#randomdisturbingthoughts

Oh.

OOOH

I didn’t think of this. See, I was going mostly for a “yo it’s an Archangel NOT JUST ANY ARCHANGEL THOUGH” thing here, but THAT. I like that.

I might work with this wait up.

I’m just gonna write more of it, now because you all want this to be a thing, apparently, and I am more than okay with that.

Gabriel and Sam are friends and usually attend the masquerades when they happen, but they don’t go together or anything, they just meet up and say hi and then go dance and have fun. So Sam crashes at Gabe’s place after the most recent party, since he was a little too under the influence of alcohol to be responsible for himself the night before.

He wakes up on Gabriel’s couch and takes a moment to gather himself. Last night…well, last night was great. He chatted with the mysterious masked man and…oh hell, he hasn’t seen the man’s face and he’s already entirely too attracted to him for his own good. When Gabriel comes in to check on him, he can tell that his friend already knows about his little meetings he’s been having with the masked man.

Apparently they’d both been absolutely hammered and were sitting like they’d glued their hips together and had just decided to go with it. Gabriel will no doubt tease him in the future thanks to this. Sam groans at the image, his head still aching. Gabe gives him some painkillers and a cup of coffee, all of which he is thankful for.

Gabriel then mentions that he knows the masked man. Sam perks up at this. Apparently, he’s the host. The owner of the place. The mysterious benefactor who throws parties, funds well-rounded charities, and has a passion for the arts. A guy who had built himself up from nothing.

A guy supposedly named “Lucifer.”

Not that anyone believes that sort of thing, anyway. What parent would do that to a child? Maybe a bitter one. Who knows? Sam certainly doesn’t, that’s for sure.

Sam, without thinking on it too much beforehand, asks if the masked man is as gorgeous as he sounds. Gabriel rolls his eyes and answers with an enthusiastic, “Oh, hells yes, he is. And he’s single.”

Sam’s definitely interested now.

So Gabriel goes on. The guy’s not very social. He tends to appear only at his own parties. Everyone knows him and no one knows him. He’s good at talking and people are charmed by his ways, but he doesn’t over-utilize his more seductive abilities. He has issues with abandonment, but Gabriel suggests that Sam not think to hard on it. “Go forth and conquer,” he recommends. “Just don’t lead him on. He won’t hurt you or anything. He’s an honest guy. His honesty can be hard to hear at times, though. He’s a bit of…oh, how do I say it…he’s like J. Gatsby, a mob boss, and the Phantom of the Opera, all combined into one melodramatic creature.”

Sam’s got to take time to think over this.

this yes all of this please

So at Stanford, then, he's in a bit of a more consistent and liberal environment, so he's able to wear more feminine things now and then when he goes to a friend's place for a movie marathon or when he goes out on the town with people, and it's kind of nice to be able to let loose just a bit.

And when Jess (his best friend who he's been harboring a crush on since at least sophomore year) strolls into his apartment ('cause...you know...he gave her a key...shut up) and sees him just chilling out on the couch, watching the television, dressed in a nice, V-neck sweater and a pair of gaucho-like pants, she doesn't comment. When she sits down next to him and notices he's probably shaved his legs recently, she also doesn't comment. When she looks closer and sees that he's wearing some simple, neutral-toned eye-shadow, barely-there eyeliner, and a flattering color of lipgloss, however...

"You look nice, today."

"Thanks."

And that's it. That's all she says. And when Brady comes to sit with them, later on, she notes that he doesn't say much of anything either. He keeps eyeing Sam now and then during commercials and such, but he doesn't look critical. It's almost like he's checking Sam out, actually.

To be honest, Jess was doing the same. Sam looks like he's perfectly comfortable with them in the same room with him while he's wearing all of this...really nice-looking stuff, actually. She might have to ask him where he got that gloss later.

Maybe Jess and Brady chat later on while Sam's up making some hot cocoa for all three of them. Maybe they decide to try and coax him outside while he's still wearing his makeup. Maybe Sam changes into a pair of slim jeans and throws on a scarf and totally forgets he's wearing the makeup on his way out the door because his friends are there and he's the most comfortable he's been since he came to Stanford.

Would you mind much if a newbie like me wanted to join?

Holy smokes yes this

Nesting!Luce makes me so happy. So at first he steals blankets and a few pillows that aren’t use all that much, right? Then he takes a couple of Sam’s plaid shirts, and that’s what makes Sam interested at last. Okay, so Lucifer’s all sensitive from having just gotten out of the Cage, and he kind of likes to just hide away sometimes in the less-travelled areas of the bunker. Totally cool. Sam gets it.

Then he gets a couple of little…well, what would one call them? Gifts? Trinkets? Like, one’s a protective talisman, and another’s a graphite sketch of him reading the newspaper, and another’s a white origami lotus flower, and the list goes on. They’re left on his pillow, at his place at the breakfast table, and in the library by his half-empty coffee mugs when he takes a break from working. Lucifer’s nowhere to be seen most of the time, but…well, who else would be leaving these for him?

And I have no clue whether it’d be a heat or a rut (or something else?), but in any case, Sam hears him making noises one late night after everyone else has gone to sleep and…oh, the poor angel is just…awh…nothing’s helping, either, and he’s clearly been in this state for a while (a few hours maybe).

Lucifer’s also more than eager to wrap himself around Sam because NOW his sensational starvation is getting to him in the other way—he craves it. So Sam holds him for a while, but clever Sam figures out quickly that nothing will be resolved this way, and he…well, he helps his angel out in a much more effective manner shortly thereafter.

If you're really feeling it, go for it. Nothing can stop you /(O3O)/

I might have to do this.

Oh golly. What have I gotten myself into?