have aromantic headcanons. ship ppl queerplatonically. absorb media through a lens other than shipping. write gen and queerplatonic fic. unlearn amatonormativity. make fandom spaces not only accessible but welcoming of aromantics. or else 🔪
(this post must be reblogged by everyone but alloromantics if you clown i will fucking end you)
birds of the same feather?
Not sure if this will interest people but after catching up with nb and letting this simmer in my head for a while, I kind of want to look at the parallels between these two so I will ramble:
His brothers left quietly, leaving you alone again with his sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly, trusting you blindly and holding your hand, as if to make sure you wouldn't leave his side. Warmth filled your chest and, without wanting, tears started to fell down your flushed cheeks.
"Oh, please. Please, please, please. Remember me, Lucifer. Remember me."
You cried, but you knew he couldn't. How could he remember someone he just met? This Lucifer, very similar to the Lucifer that you loved so much, had not lived all those moments together with you. This Lucifer had not let you see his weakest and most vulnerable side. He had not shown you his tears, nor his most sincere smiles. He hadn't let you hear his charming laugh, nor the doubts and worries that kept him awake at night.
But, even knowing all this, you couldn't help but feel an incredible pain squeezing your heart and leaving you breathless. Sadness consumed every corner of your being and seeing him every day and not being able to show him that mischievous smile of yours that made him blush adorably, made everything much more difficult.
Goodness. You missed him. You missed him so much, like you've never missed anyone before.
"Please, Lucifer..." you sobbed quietly, gently pressing his fingers to your cheeks. "Please..."
"Why are you crying?"
You gasped, opening your eyes to find him looking at you with half-lidded eyes, barely awake. His finger, close to your eye, cleaned a falling tear and you nuzzled into his tender touch, smiling tenderly at him.
"No... I'm not crying. You're dreaming, Lucifer."
"Am I?" Oh, he was so tired, you wanted to hug him so bad, craddle him into your arms to help him rest like you always did.
"You are... so, come back to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour, I promise."
Lucifer nodded and hummed in agreement before closing his eyes, gentle snores filling the room once again.
You let out a shaky sigh, more tears blurring your sight. "Do you miss me?" You whispered, gently pressing his fingers to your cheek. "Do you miss me as much as I do?"
"I miss you."
Lucifer gasped, his eyes snapping open. He quickly turned to his side when he felt something in his hand, his heart leaping with a spark of hope he had long lost, but it was soon extinguished again when he saw that what was in his hand was only a handful of his own blankets.
You were still gone and he felt his lips trembling. Were you scared? Was his past him, in the state he was in after the Celestial War, treating you well? Was he kind to you?
He wanted to know. He died to know, but he most desperately wanted you back. He knew he wouldn't be himself again when he lost you, but he never thought it would happen so fast and like this. He missed you so, so much, he could barely breathe.
Did you miss him... as much as he did?
Nightbringer had me feeling some kind of way
wanted to practice drawing different ethnic features so have the bois (my own hcs)
