Mr_Morningstar



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    I wrote most of this maybe two-three years ago and it was just laying around all this time. It is actually quite a well-formed original story with a stable plot and some interesting details like angelic lore and god's appearance. And I have several texts in nonlinear narrative.

    The main character of this universe - which I call The Bibleverse (what a pun) - is Lucifer himself. And the whole plot in a nutshell is "Lucifer is depressed and spends his days on Earth slowly becoming human".

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    D&D inspired/Fantasy AU (you don't have to know how D&D works to enjoy this, really). Starring:

    Jack as the eldritch abomination/god, that bitch and Rhys' chaotic patron
    Rhys as the archaeologist and later on warlock with no self-preservation
    Lilith as the Raven Queen, the goddess of death who dislikes disbalance and Jack
    and Timothy as (well, you'll find out)

    A thrilling non-linear saga involving magic, religion, pocket dimensions, betrayal, severed limbs, Jack's sense of humour and a lot of sexual tension.

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    Flambae sipped on some tea in the breakroom. Malevola told him that it was ‘calming’ tea and would help with anger and anxiety. So far, it had not. He was leaning on the counter with one leg over the other, trying to calm the mental torment in his brain. None of this made any sense.
    He lifted his head from his drink as Coupé and Punch Up entered. They walked over to the vending machines. Coupé gave the short man a bill, and he pushed it into the slot. She pushed the buttons for his preferred snacks.
    “Hey, Punch,” Flambae started, turning his body to face them. “How did you know you were in love?”

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    The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.

    So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.

     
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    The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?

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    The vibes have been weird between Robert and Flambae after the dust settles. It all comes to a head when they get kicked out of a bar (again.)

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    “Look.” he continued, hands raised in surrender. “You’re pissed. I get it. As you know, the rest of my day wasn’t that fucking great either.”

    He nodded towards the corner of the ceiling, where one of several small CCTV cameras sat. “But if you’re going to incinerate me, could you at least do it in a blind spot? I don’t exactly want my charred corpse caught in 4k.”

    Flambae glanced around at the cameras, puffing out a warm, steady breath. He met Robert’s gaze again, hot embers burning beneath his glare. Flambae’s other fist curled, trembling slightly.

    Robert licked his lips and braced, fully expecting to have to come up with a brand new excuse tomorrow for why his nose was busted this time around.

    Instead, his eyes narrowed when Flambae’s glare — for the smallest, most imperceptibly short moment — flitted down, tracking the motion. Flambae’s gaze snapped back up, looking caught.

    Robert blinked, eyes widening. His mouth fell open, the corner of his mouth ticking up just a fraction. “Oh.”

    Or, Robert and Flambae run into eachother after hours, post the “comms incident”. They argue a bit, then finish what they started.

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    Robert gapes for a few seconds more, before finally managing to croak out a soft “Did we..?”

    “What? Fuck? Obviously,” Flambae rolls his eyes and brings an arm up, pulling Robert back against his chest. “Don’t you remember, you freak?”

    “What?!” Robert exclaims, rolling off of Flambae and off the bed. He hits the ground with a thunk. “Ow,”

    Flambae sits up on his elbows and peers over the mattress. “Nice ass.”

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    Robert Robertson the Third wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, on a more familiar chest, with no memory of the previous night.

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