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@theserpnt
theserpnt is a literate, semi-selective lucifer morningstar from hazbin hotel written by beck ( 21+, they/them ). following the themes of the ultimate fall from grace, welcoming yourself to your own cage, and redemption in more ways than one.
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He kissed him deeply. A heated kiss in which he pushed Lucifer against a wall gripping his hip forward pushing his own hips forward pushing already heated budge against his lover grinding against him as he pushed his tongue into his mouth playing with his forked tongue.
"Ooh lay lay getting carried by the king of hell to his bed. I mean. I think you should do that." He wiggling his brow some at him as he happily took his hand. "I just wanna cuddle ya real bad. A little bit of softness before bed ya know." He said rubbing his knuckles with his thumb.
he didn't expect jovanni to actually agree, but he certainly wasn't going to back down now. "cuddling sounds great. hold on a sec." lucifer pulled him closer by the hand before moving to pick up the other. it was a bit clumsy with their height difference, but he managed, and then carried him over to set him carefully into bed. "tah-dah! told you i was strong," he smirked, climbing onto the opposite side.
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@gcxingsuprnva a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
"you know..." oh, the cat sinner was making them strong today. it must've been a special occasion, or some earth holiday he'd neglected to care about. lucifer paused his words to scoff at the other, one hand holding his... fifth? apple martini, while the other was pointed at the overlord in a way that was almost accusatory. his eyes narrowed.
"it's too bad you're a piece of shit, because i think you could've actually been hot."
was he going to explain? he nearly didn't, focusing more on his drink and finishing the rest of it despite his words already slurring together. with the little glass now empty, lucifer set it down for another ( the bartender took it away instead of refilling it, knowing when to cut someone off ). funnily enough, despite the semi-compliment, he was glaring.
"not the— i mean, the tv head is a little weird. i mean the power and blah blah blah all that, could've been great... but hey, what can anyone expect from a sinner like you?"
ah, there it was. the insults. lucifer didn't seem to realize half of what he was saying, focusing more on the antagonistic part than whatever could possibly feed the other's ego. "it's a damn waste! get it together, boxy." he made a big, sweeping motion with one arm as he said it before crossing both with a huff.
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@anviled gets a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
the only reason lucifer was appearing at this shindig was because charlie insisted upon it. a part of pride that was destroyed had finally been rebuilt enough to warrant a celebration, and that part happened to be in carmilla's territory. unfortunately, the drinks were stronger than anticipated, and the devil was stuck sitting in a chair off to the side holding yet another cocktail in his lap to keep from making a fool of himself.
there had been idle chitchat between he and the overlord, thankfully she didn't call out the fact he was clearly inebriated, before he finally felt comfortable enough to talk about something other than infrastructure.
"you know, i remembered your name after vox's... thing." lucifer left out the part he looked into carmilla's background, like he did with all the other overlords to make sure there wasn't another lurking threat amongst pride's sinners. "i thought you were like him. he told me you built the machine, and... i really wanted to hate you too." but clearly, that wasn't how things ended up. he'd even kept the pocket watch she gifted him last month, having it on him now despite it not being currently in view.
"but you're actually..." he mentally flicked through a few slang words, nearly landing on lit, but thankfully deciding against it at the last second and keeping some sense of formality. "cool. you're pretty cool. i'm glad i didn't judge you like i wanted to."
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@dealingmanipulator gets a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
lucifer didn't normally drink to excess, but a chunk of sinners at the hotel had been celebrating some earth holiday about their country, and he'd gotten caught up in the revelry and excitement before he knew it. now, sat at the bar while everyone but him and the bartender were outside watching more pretty red white and blue fireworks, he glanced up as alastor took a seat.
the devil felt he should say something, but didn't know what. an insult was the usual thing, but he didn't really... feel like it? it seemed out of place considering recent events. he just swirled his apple martini and glanced down at the liquid, feeling a little bit of a sway in his body from the beelzejuice. say something already!
"... you know, i thought you were asking me on a date for a hot second the other day, when you suggested the theater." even the sinner behind the bar paused, but lucifer didn't seem to notice what he'd just blurted out. "not that— i mean you oooobviously weren't since you can't stand me and everything, but i was a little disappointed when i realized you weren't."
he continued to stare down at the drink, words clear despite muddling together a little, and then it appeared to finally click as his eyes widened and that startled gaze turned to alastor. "uh— shit, i didn't... i just, you know. i think it'd be fun? not all... romance-y obviously, but i think that's what'd make it nice? no weird expectations. like it's all obviously absurd, and that'd be... you know. fun."
lucifer abruptly turned away and downed the rest of his drink before setting his elbows on the bartop, resting his head in his hands. "fuuuck, i'm never drinking again—"
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@voxistential gets a drunken confession // accepting ( just 1 or 2 more )!
"i could've eventually forgiven you, you know."
the words were slightly slurred, but lucifer knew exactly what he was saying. he stared down at the drink he held in both hands, sat in the middle of the bed wearing the overlord's shirt and little else, contemplating if he should finish it. he was never much one for whiskey, but well, it did the job. the burn and the buzz helped distract him from everything else he was feeling at the moment— like the flicker of self-loathing that had begun to make an appearance ever since their deal was created.
he slowly looked up and over to where vox was getting dressed.
"but i don't think i ever can now. not with..." lucifer gestured, at nothing but vaguely towards the other, and them himself, and then let out a single, humorless chuckle. "this." he felt suddenly like crying, and then laughing, oddly enough? it was a confusing feeling. he suppressed both impulses and instead set his glass down without caring if it spilled, and carefully laying back against the pillows to bring an arm over his eyes to hopefully stop the world from spinning.
"god, i think i actually hate you."
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"Yes, you do certainly create a lot of hot air, don't you? Maybe if you didn't talk so much, we wouldn't be in this predicament."
“… the funny thing is i don’t remember asking for your opinion. no need to be jealous, bellhop. when was the last time anyone called you hot?”
“see? proof i’m the one causing this so-called heatwave.” which, wait, wasn’t that actually a bad thing? don’t think too much about it.
“sorry about the heat, everyone! it’s my fault for being around.” having no idea why others were complaining so much, long since used to hell’s weather, of course lucifer would make a joke about being ‘hot.’
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". . . I'm beginning to think that perhaps we should give being civil a fair shot. It feels foolish not to try. Should we go to the theater?"
@dealingmanipulator filled out this card // accepting!
five bingos? as the embodiment of pride, lucifer was surprised but not too surprised he'd done so well with alastor's card. because of course! he was just that good. what he didn't expect was for the other to return the favor and tick off so many boxes. he'd been just staring at the paper when alastor spoke, but the suggestion got him to quickly look up. "wait, you like theater?" that seemed a little frivolous compared to the olive branch, he realized, and quickly reigned in his excitement with a clearing of his throat.
"sorry, i..." lucifer hesitated. he didn't want to trust the radio demon, but this seemed like a genuine approach. he finally nodded after some thought, smiling. "yeah. truce? i'll even let you pick the show." he pocketed the bingo card. "by the way, we can totally have long conversations. i mean, i can talk up a storm if that's what you were worried about? the question is whether or not you can keep up!"
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A brick falls onto the floor from the ceiling
"how is this place falling apart when we just rebuilt it?" he promptly levitated the brick back up to the ceiling, only to find there was no spot it fit into. so... where did it come from if not from the literal building itself?
"... aaaaand that's going into the void." lucifer wasn't going to think about it. he banished the brick elsewhere in hopes to never see it again, sending it to a random spot outside on the hotel grounds and hopefully not in anyone's way.
The first thing he did was ridiculous. He was aware it was ridiculous. But like a great many things Alastor did, being ridiculous didn't deter him. If anything, it seemed to encourage him, most days.
He pulled the candle from the top and stuck the icing covered end into the corner of his mouth, fangs holding it in place. The ears gave way his surprise at the taste before the raise of his brows did. Heavens, it was so sweet. He didn't hate sweets, but he'd also never acquired a taste for them, and therefore didn't really indulge them often.
When Lucifer didn't initially speak, Alastor let the silence settle back in around them. He looked out over the city for only a moment before his eyes were eventually drawn back up towards the heavens again. Silence was nearly antithetical to him, as was stillness, and yet there he was indulging both. With Lucifer sitting beside him, no less. Someone who, a few short months ago, had inspired a rage in him he hadn't felt in nearly a century. By the time Lucifer spoke, his thoughts had almost pulled him back down into the static. One ear twitched, angling towards his companion, before he turned his head to look over. The candle—apparently forgotten—was still stuck in the corner of his mouth.
Alastor raised a brow. Then a snort escaped him, followed by a giggle. Not the manic, adrenaline fueled little thing that escaped him before he'd slaughtered half a dozen sinners, but something softer. Something that might've been genuine. All the more so when the laugh deepened and he curled a little like he was trying to suppress it, leaning forward precariously. Even his shadow seemed concerned that he might go right over the edge. Not because either of them could see it's expression, stretched out behind them as it was, but because thready tendrils of darkness curled over his shoulder to pull Alastor back slightly.
It shouldn't have been that funny. Even Alastor knew that. But the comment had hit something, apparently. Some old, dusty memory he hadn't thought of in a long time.
Alastor braced his heel on the side of the building, straightening up. A hand came up to wave the shadow off, of which it did, but not before reaching forward to snatch the candle where he still gripped it between his fangs. That had Alastor looking back with narrowed eyes, his expression somehow petulant. A huff escaped him, but his expression settled into an easy smile as he looked to Lucifer again.
"Mm..." that tinny hum again as he did the math mentally, eyes glancing away in thought. He didn't have to supply the exact answer often, and in reality, he often tried not to keep track of it, anyway. "A hundred and twenty-nine," he said after a beat, eyes returning to the devil, and then his lips spread into a grin. "But I suppose a few hundred years isn't that far off for you."
Like Lucifer, there was none of the usual aggression that so often undercut their banter. But it was also a jab thrown back in return as Alastor pulled a piece off the cupcake and popped it into his mouth. It was restrained, the way he ate, half because he couldn't take all of the sweetness at once, half because he felt somehow awkward eating in front of someone who didn't also have something to eat. But then, that same feeling arose at the thought of splitting it in half and offering part of it back to Lucifer. Would that be rude? he considered idly as he chewed the bite. It felt like it would be terribly rude, which he didn't mind being. Usually. But it was something he tried to rein in when he appreciated the gesture. In this case, to his own surprise, he found he did.
despite his overthinking conjuring a number of reactions to be prepared for at the question, lucifer hadn't managed to anticipate the one he actually got. his head quickly turned to the demon and his brows raised slightly in surprise, but he didn't say anything. it was as if the devil was afraid of interrupting the other's moment. it was curious to see alastor in this way, without the animosity and posturing back and forth that seemed to lessen with each interaction. he realized with a start that he was finding himself drawn to whatever this was, but thank the heavens above them, his slight internal panic was cut short when the shadow pulled alastor back slightly and distracted him.
lucifer hadn't wanted to allow himself to smile around the radio demon, but damn it if his lips hadn't curled up just a little when the other's focus returned to him for a moment. and just as quickly, he was looking away again and answering the devil's question with a slight jab of his own.
he scoffed. not an agitated sound, but one of amusement as his own red hues returned to the distant skyline to trace the jagged tops of faraway buildings.
"time stops mattering after a while. you're all lucky i even keep track of the current year... barely."
making fun of himself with current company? hell was bound to freeze over next. apparently alastor's birthday could conjure up a miracle or two. who knew something as simple as a cupcake could build a bridge.
but, extended casual conversation felt like something lucifer shouldn't have expected just yet. he didn't want to trap the other in a social interaction when he'd been up on the roof alone, probably for a reason, as much as lucifer found himself wanting to. he puffed his cheeks out slightly in thought, before exhaling abruptly.
"i should probably let you and inky enjoy the time solo, then." he swung his legs back and forth with a few more light kicks back against the building, not quite looking at alastor despite turning his head slightly in his direction. "i hope you made a wish before you blew out the candle. don't know if that was the human tradition a hundred-ish years ago, but... yeah." he quite obviously didn't want to leave just yet, but even though he felt a pull to stay, lucifer was at a loss of what to talk about. it wasn't as if he knew the other's hobbies, or much about him at all, or what they could relate to speak on. oddly enough, he didn't want to upset alastor by prying to learn said things either.
