A Convict's Story

Name's Lucifer. And, yeah, I may or may not have gotten in a bit of trouble with the so-called law enforcement on several occasions. Not a big deal, really. They're all corrupt little bastards anyway.

[This is a roleplaying blog for an AU, human and criminal, version of Supernatural's Lucifer.]




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The Right One | @searchingformymaster 

searchingformymaster:

Lilith’s body felt nearly on fire with his touch. With the feeling of his hand on her shoulder, running over her bare skin. She didn’t even flinch at the slightly hard and painful grip on her chin. His touch was firm; it always had been; and it was one of the many, many things Lilith had found wonderful about him. About Lucifer. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t falter. She could stare into his eyes, lean against him, and he wouldn’t let her falter either… 

Her dark eyes fluttered at the brush of his warm breath on her skin, just inches from her lips. A tease of a kiss that she longed to actually taste but that she knew he would deny her. But Lilith didn’t hesitate to follow him, didn’t hesitate to fall into step beside the convict as he guided her through the alley and down the sidewalk, his heavy arm around her smaller frame so firm and enclosing. A hold she wouldn’t escape—if she had even wanted to at that point. 

But no. At that point, all Lilith wanted was more of him. Fulfillment of the desire she had been denied when their relationship had fallen apart years ago. When the fling had faded away… And summer’s heat today, she suddenly realized, sweaty blonde hair sticking to her neck as she shoved a loose strand from her face, her eyes roaming over the dirt and sweat caked to Lucifer’s hardened body as well—Summer’s heat was only adding to the young female’s need. Her desire. 

It was nearly torture, continuing to walk along with Lilith by his side on the way to his apartment. All he wanted was to stop, rip the simple clothing from that dark and sweaty body of hers, and feel every inch of it. He wanted to touch, wanted to taste, wanted to know and experience every single bit of Lilith in a way he hadn’t been able to in years. Far too many years, as far as Lucifer was concerned. And prison was only partially to blame for such interference. But there had never been participants that had been as willing as Lilith, and that—that was exactly what Lucifer desired right now. 

"We’re here," he said, without preamble as he produced the sole key to the ground-floor apartment, his arm still draped over Lilith’s small body as he guided her inside the now-open door. The apartment wasn’t much. Livable and almost spartan in its furnishings, the clutter was manageable, with a few items of clothes or old magazines scattered on the couch and coffee table in the living room. A pair of old work boots was laying out in the entry way, and Lucifer kicked them aside as he entered with Lilith, pulling the young woman inside and shoving her back against the wall and instantly bringing his lips to hers. 

Lucifer’s tongue plunged into her mouth without warning, his rough hand moving from her knee and up her thigh as he kissed Lilith. The other easily tangled within strands of that long, blonde hair, fingers twining around the dirty golden locks as he kept their bodies close together, his tongue and hands, his touches and lips urging whatever sounds from Lilith they could. 


collegecastiel:

He listened to him just a slightly perplexed look on his face. “And so that makes me worthy of being rescued from it and you not worthy. I think that’s a bit black and white don’t you think? I did things at first. I pushed the envelope in his opinion. I ended up with a lot of douche bag guys trying to get back at my dad’s i drank just about every night, i snuck out every night. But after a few hospital visits..i just..learned to get better at hiding it. I’m not that good. And even if i was a fucking saint it doesn’t make it alright for you to..bare the brunt, because supposedly i’m a good guy.”

Lucifer nodded. Yeah, that view was about it. Black and white or not, it was right. “Hell I ain’t worth it, Cas. You are. You sayin’ you drank? You snuck out?” Lucifer rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, who hasn’t? You played your minor rebellion cards against your dad, but trust me, man,” Lucifer just shook his head and sighed. “You don’t know shit about actually pushing that envelope, whatever your dad said about it.” Lucifer just stared at Castiel, sighing as he ran his hand through his short, messy blond hair. What was up with this guy? Lucifer couldn’t help but thinking. The convict couldn’t see anything wrong with him—and here he was, thinking he’d committed sin after sin after sin. Like he was on some goddamn equal level with what Lucifer had done and felt he could, what, talk about it like equals on that?

"No, man, you’re a good guy," said the convict. "Trust me. I know a good guy when I come across them. They’re rare enough. And c’mon, Cas, I ain’t gonna bare nothin’.” Lucifer forced another grin, reaching out and grasping the other man’s shoulder. “Contrary to some people’s beliefs, I can keep from getting caught on things, ya know?”


posted 1 year ago on 17/5/2012 - 38 notes - via collegecastiel

collegecastiel:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

collegecastiel:

He shook his head lightly. “That’s not true. You’re not beyond redemption or anything like that.” He said with a soft smile.  ”Lucifer..don’t worry about me. I’m used to it. So..I don’t want you getting in trouble over my dad or worse..getting hurt. I am..just not worth the trouble.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Let the other think he was actually worth some form of redemption, but Lucifer had heard it enough from his dad and his family to know better. His screw ups were too many. Too great. Path to Hell was good and paved… “Yeah, but someone like you—You shouldn’t be used to it, Cas,” Lucifer mumbled, flicking around his lighter before turning to look hard at the younger man. “I’m one thing; I basically make my dad all pissed and I never learn, but you—He can’t hate you just for bein’, Cas.” Lucifer sighed and dragged a hand through his blond hair. “Trouble or not, you are worth it…” 

 He tipped his head to one side, his brows furrowing together in confusion “Someone like me?” He echoed back, clearly not understanding he had any value whatsoever.He smiled, a soft sad, hopeless smile. “But he can Lucifer. He’s done so very well for 20 years now. I don’t think he’s planning on changing his  mind anytime soon” He shook his head lightly “I’d rather you stay out of prison though. or..as i said..worse.”

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, someone like you.” He sighed. “Man, you’re… You’re a good guy, alright? And there’s too much shit in the world, too many fuck ups like I am… Ain’t enough people like you, Cas. So yeah, someone like you is worth it.” Lucifer shrugged, shoving the lighter back in his pocket; he didn’t always have to do something with his hands. It was just habit. An anxious habit that was hard to break. “And like I said, man. There are ways to make people change their mind… And I doubt your old man can hit me with anything worse than I’ve been through.” Lucifer put on a nonchalant expression, his face splitting into a grin. 


posted 1 year ago on 15/5/2012 - 38 notes - via collegecastiel

The Right One | @searchingformymaster 

searchingformymaster:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

Lucifer caught her staring at him, and he grinned. He motioned one of the other guys over and got them to take over him. He was taking a break, he needed a smoke—whatever it took to just leavefor a moment. Lucifer left the construction lot, shielding his eyes from the bright sun as he crossed the street and stopped right in front of Lilith.

“Well, now, surprised to see me again, Lilith?” said the convict, smirking down at her. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the way the dress blew against her in the wind and hung just low enough to provide enough a fair temptation.

She nearly froze as he came over to her, a part of her internally admitting she hadn’t been expecting him to do such a thing. She had recognized him, sure. But that had been years ago. “You could say that,” said Lilith, nodding just slightly as she glanced up at Lucifer, though keeping her gaze still a bit to the side; the blonde didn’t want to look directly into the convict’s eyes. (She knew better.) “I was told they’d caught you again.”

It had just been a fling, Lilith had told herself when it was over. A couple days—a week—nothing more. But she supposed a part of her would be lying if she tried to admit that she hadn’t wished for a different sort of ending…

“Are you just here to talk, Lucifer?” asked Lilith, a glint slowly appearing in her eyes as she started to smile, her head tilting as the blonde took another step closer to him, closing the already small distance between them. She took her gaze from his face for a brief moment, roaming it over his dirtied—but still clothed—chest, his holed jeans, his sweat-covered arms—before looking back up at him, her head tilted up slightly to try and (mostly) meet his own eyes. “Or are you searching for something in particular…?”

Lucifer smirked as the blonde looked him over, noticing her slight attempts at subtlety. Even now, even after the time they’d spent together those few years ago, it appeared like she still attempted the same things. The summer day was warm, the weather bordering on downright hot, and Lucifer’s gaze wondered over the other’s body. “Our conversations never did amount to much, did they?” he said, his voice low as he reached out, dragging his hand over her shoulder, and up towards her face. Lucifer brushed a free-flowing strand of long, loose blonde hair from Lilith’s face, his rough and calloused hand gripping at her chin to tilt the woman’s head up. His other hand snaked around Lilith’s lower back, and the convict suddenly pulled her smaller body against his. “The words were always a waste of time.” He felt the woman’s small, warm body against his own, a presence that he’d long missed and long desired, and Lucifer leaned in closer, letting his hand wander below the edge of her dress and brush over the hot skin of her leg. “C’mon, babe,” he whispered, letting his words wash over her as Lucifer turned, his arm and hold still on Lilith, almost guiding the other woman. The convict’s apartment wasn’t that far, after all.


collegecastiel:

He shook his head lightly. “That’s not true. You’re not beyond redemption or anything like that.” He said with a soft smile.  ”Lucifer..don’t worry about me. I’m used to it. So..I don’t want you getting in trouble over my dad or worse..getting hurt. I am..just not worth the trouble.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Let the other think he was actually worth some form of redemption, but Lucifer had heard it enough from his dad and his family to know better. His screw ups were too many. Too great. Path to Hell was good and paved… “Yeah, but someone like you—You shouldn’t be used to it, Cas,” Lucifer mumbled, flicking around his lighter before turning to look hard at the younger man. “I’m one thing; I basically make my dad all pissed and I never learn, but you—He can’t hate you just for bein’, Cas.” Lucifer sighed and dragged a hand through his blond hair. “Trouble or not, you are worth it…” 


posted 1 year ago on 15/5/2012 - 38 notes - via collegecastiel

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collegecastiel:

He wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulder in a one armed hug. “Lucifer. You are much much more then a con. You’re a great person, despite what you think of yourself. Don’t worry about anything, it’s okay.” He said with an easy smile at the other.

Lucifer just grinned, knocking against his little brother in a bit of fun. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna hold you to that. I won’t worry about nothin’ if you’re not worryin’.” And he wouldn’t. If his brother was cool with everything, Lucifer would be too. He’d put all the other out of his mind for now—even if he couldn’t completely agree with Castiel’s opinion of him. Lucifer knew he wasn’t great; quite the opposite. But he wasn’t going to dash his little brother’s views. The convict couldn’t argue that it was nice, for a change, to be viewed in such a light.


posted 1 year ago on 15/5/2012 - 23 notes - via collegecastiel

The Right One | @searchingformymaster 

searchingformymaster:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

Two weeks. Lucifer had been out for just over two weeks, and he had little to show for it. Granted, he was doing alright for himself, what with not exactly being tossed out on the street anywhere or managing to get arrested again just yet. But the convict was tired of crashing of his friend Az’s place (the apartment really was a dump) and the bit of work he was picking up at his cousin’s construction sites just… wasn’t exactly cutting it. (It gave him some cash, sure, but it wasn’t like the job was just letting Lucifer roll in the dough and retire on some rich island.) 

So a bit of side-dealing helped line his pockets a little more thickly, and he was able to get his bike working again. (Az had at least kept the motorcycle in semi-working condition while he was locked up.)

But what the ex-convict really felt missing was one, single, thing. Something he’d been without for the past several years and he hadn’t even had the luck to find the right one to soothe that particular itch the moment he got it. This town was too small, the women were too pure. None of them were right for the kind of fuck he needed…

Until Lucifer saw her walking down the sidewalk that afternoon. And he just knew it was right.

The summer weather already felt strong, and Lilith’s long blonde hair was pulled back off of her bare shoulders, her thin, light dress cut low on her chest and blowing slightly in the warm breeze as she walked. She’d just gone down for a stop at the café, needing to grab a quick bite to eat to get through another late night in the studio, working on her art project. The painting wasn’t finished and it just—It wasn’t working like she wanted it to. Straw to her lips, sucking up the cool, iced coffee, Lilith turned towards the sound of the construction happening in the lot next to her—and saw him.

Her eyes locked on him, his name instantly coming to mind. Lucifer. Lilith stood there, unmoving, in the middle of sidewalk, and just stared—not even really realizing she was staring at him until someone bumped into her and broke her from her almost trance, Lilith tearing her eyes away just briefly. When she looked back, she caught him staring right back.

Lucifer caught her staring at him, and he grinned. He motioned one of the other guys over and got them to take over him. He was taking a break, he needed a smoke—whatever it took to just leave for a moment. Lucifer left the construction lot, shielding his eyes from the bright sun as he crossed the street and stopped right in front of Lilith.

"Well, now, surprised to see me again, Lilith?" said the convict, smirking down at her. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the way the dress blew against her in the wind and hung just low enough to provide enough a fair temptation.


The Right One | @searchingformymaster 

Two weeks. Lucifer had been out for just over two weeks, and he had little to show for it. Granted, he was doingalrightfor himself, what with not exactly being tossed out on the street anywhere or managing to get arrested again just yet. But the convict was tired of crashing of his friend Az’s place (the apartment really was a dump) and the bit of work he was picking up at his cousin’s construction sites just… wasn’texactlycutting it. (It gave him some cash, sure, but it wasn’t like the job was just letting Lucifer roll in the dough and retire on some rich island.) 

So a bit of side-dealing helped line his pockets a little more thickly, and he was able to get his bike working again. (Az had at least kept the motorcycle in semi-working condition while he was locked up.)

But what the ex-convict really felt missing was one, single, thing. Something he’d been without for the past several years and he hadn’t even had the luck to find the right one to soothe that particular itch the moment he got it. This town was too small, the women were too pure. None of them were right for the kind of fuck he needed…

Until Lucifer saw her walking down the sidewalk that afternoon. And he just knew it was right.


posted 1 year ago on 12/5/2012 - 6 notes
fallenmichael asked:
"Michael holds him tight kissing his head over and over."

Lucifer relaxed, probably for the first time in years, as he felt this angel version of his brother hold him. It was protection, safety… It reminded him so much of the way his older brother would act all those years ago. And if it only lasted while Lucifer sat there, high and imagining the other’s angelic nature, then so be it. It was still nice.

"Are you gonna stay here, Michael?" he muttered.


posted 1 year ago on 12/5/2012 - 1 note
fallenmichael asked:
""He shouldn't have hit you." he says holding onto him."

Lucifer shrugged slightly. “Yeah, maybe. ‘s not like I listened either way…”


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