This is for @NumbParalysis who requested a Beauty and the Beast AU except kinda changed for it not to have the Stockholm Syndrome,
so basically, Lucifer is a vagabond and Michael is the 'beast'.
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It was raining and Lucifer wanted a shelter. So why not go in that abandoned castle?
Now, raining was an understatement. It was a literal (northern) downpour, completed with incessant lightning and thunder rolling not so far. So like, a thunderstorm, worst than anything he had ever experienced.
So that unlit castle, probably abandoned though it was in top shape, was the perfect shelter. That is, if you didn't believe the many stories and legends, and that was just what Lucifer did.
It was warm inside, warmer than he had expected, already heating him up under his wet clothes. But contrary to what he thought, he wasn't alone, judging by the sad piano melody that echoed faintly. That and the lights, not enough to be seen from the outside due to their dimness and the lack of windows on the front wall.
Reaching inside his coat for his dagger, Lucifer took quiet steps towards the source of the sound. Along the way, he saw in the hall a huge
time-turner, it's golden sand almost all the way down, ticking down grain by grain the time to something unknown.
Continuing on, Lucifer finally reached the ball room, where the sound was loudest.
Lucifer clutched his dagger tightly at was he saw.
Sat at the grand piano was, from what Lucifer could catch from behind and in the dim lighting, a man. A man with huge, torn apart wings behind him. They were in shreds, flesh and muscle barely holding onto the broken bones, but the man didn't seem to care, nor was he aware of Lucifer's presence.
That is, until Lucifer spoke up, defiant and careful.
"Who are you?"
The piano stopped and the man turned around- it was indeed a man. His hair was black and his eyes a bright blue, his skin tan.
And Lucifer would've gasped if he hadn't seen horrors worst than that, because the man's lips were sowed with black thread.
The man gestured for Lucifer to follow him and he did, slowly, keeping his dagger in hand. They walked until they were in a bedroom, probably the man's chambers.
The man turned to the desk, writing something.
Can you read? was written in a neat handwriting.
"Yeah."
What are you doing here?
"Well, if you hadn't noticed, it's kind of storming outside," Lucifer sassed, only earning a court nod.
I'm Michael. What's your name?
"Lucifer."
Nice to meet you. Stay as long as you need.
"Hey, quick question-" the words tumbled out of Lucifer's mouth before he could stop himself-"how do you eat?"
Michael's shoulders jumped in laughter, a sound that was definitely a laugh coming from his throat, seeing as his mouth was obviously shut.
I don't need to, he added under all the other words.
"Well I'm hungry."
And soaked. We are almost the same size, you can take my clothes in the closet while I try to remember how to cook.
"Deal," Lucifer answered, because dry clothes at the moment were a luxury and he was probably an even worst cook.
A few moments later, Lucifer was clad in fancy but confortable clothes, using his general knowledge of castles to find the kitchen.
After another couple of wandering around, Lucifer finally found it and walked in, seeing Michael busy doing some sort of soup.
"What happened to your wings– why do you have wings– and why are your lips still sowed? I mean, you could've cut it by now, no?"
Michael, luckily, had brought an extra piece of paper and something that didn't really look like something you'd use to write, the same thing he had used before. It was smaller and made of wood, and he strangely didn't have to dip it to have enough ink to write.
It's a curse. The time-turner in the hall indicates how much time I have left before I die– unless someone falls in love with me. I'll tell you more while you eat.
He passed the paper to Lucifer before going back to his soup, adding water and spices.
"What are you using to write? I've never seen anything like that." Lucifer didn't know why he kept talking, or why he instinctively trusted Michael.
It's a fountain pen, I designed it myself so I don't have to dip it every ten seconds.
Michael gave it to Lucifer then turned around to watch the soup, leaving him to examine the peculiar thing.
It's tip was made of gold, shaped like a classic plume, the wooden handle carved, sculpted and polished delicately; there were even motifs engraved. Near the base, there was a ring of gold cutting through the wood and when he twisted it, it opened, revealing a small glass vial full of ink.
"You really did this? All by yourself? How does it work?"
Michael nodded and Lucifer could easily imagine a smile on his face.
The vial contains the ink used to write. The tip, you noticed, is made the same way a plume is. The vial lets out just enough ink for me to be able to write. I don't really know how it works in detail, it just does.
"How do you refill the vial?"
Carefully. I still get ink all over my hands.
Michael raised his hands, who were covered in ink and Lucifer stifled a laugh.
They lapsed in silence afterwards, waiting for the soup to be ready. Once it was, they decided to just eat in the kitchen, since it was easier and they didn't want to carry it all the way to the dining room.
While Lucifer ate, Michael wrote his story, taking up a full page and it's verso too.
Basically, when he was 21, he was quite the charmer. Being an angel, everything he said was orders to the others. As such, he liked sleeping around, playing on both the male and female beauties of the kingdom and breaking their hearts like it was nothing. Unfortunately— fortunately, depending on how you look at it—he cheated on the son of a wizard who, discovering his son's heartbreak and Michael's sleeping habits, decided to punish him, cursing the prince for everything he did. All the inhabitants of the castle, who knew very well of what he did but said nothing, were killed; apart from Michael, of course, who was doomed to die when he reached thirty years if he hadn't found love. The castle being far from any civilisation, it was pretty hard to.
Lucifer found himself willing to stay overnight. Technically, it was already night and the storm was still raging outside, and that was what decided him. Not that despite the torn wings and sowed lips, Michael was cute. Not at all.
A night became another, then another, and soon it was a year since Lucifer first stepped foot in Michael's castle. He only went out for the occasional supply run, buying food and ink. Since Lucifer knew how to read but not write, Michael had made his task to teach him.
It was the day before Michael turned twenty-five, the day before he inevitably died. Outside was a thunderstorm that reminded Lucifer of the day they met. He was simply writing in his room, working on the story he had started. All of a sudden, Lucifer found his mind flooded with memories of the last year, everything Michael did for him and how kind he was to him, all that they did for each other.
It wasn't a big realization, not something accompanied by fireworks or anything of the kind, nothing changed. Lucifer just said: "I love him."
It was only a few seconds later that it dawned on him. Lucifer suddenly took off running to the ball room, where he knew Michael would be playing his piano.
When he arrived, Lucifer was out of breath from running so fast, but an unbelieving smile made it's way on his face when he saw the pair of bright white wings on Michael's back. They were intact.
"Michael"
The name slipped out, making the man turn around, a smile etched on his face. It was the first time Lucifer saw Michael smile.
"Lucifer"
Michael's voice was the most beautiful thing Lucifer had heard, the incredulity, surprise and relief, along with a hint of pure adoration making him fall in love all over again.
He lunched forward, trapping Michael in a tight embrace before joining their lips together.
They didn't have to say anything. The fact that the great time-turner in the hall wasn't there anymore said it all.
I know the ending is kinda rushed and bla bla bla, but if I spent any more time on it it was just gonna lay there forever.
By the way, I just watched the 200th. IT IS PURE GOLD. That's all I had to say.
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