Two boys fall for eachother
A cowboy au
He’s the sheriff. he’d be a flashy, prideful, and smooth-talking lawman with a dramatic streak and a taste for elegance. He’d carry himself with the confidence of someone who knows he’s the most powerful person in the room, charming people with a sly grin and clever words while making it clear he isn’t someone to disrespect. Beneath all that ego, though, he’d be deeply protective of the people he cares about and take his role seriously, especially when it comes to keeping order and defending his town. He’d have a short temper when challenged, a perfectionist side that keeps his appearance and reputation spotless, and a quietly lonely edge hidden under all the swagger. Overall, sheriff Lucifer would feel less like a rugged western cowboy and more like a polished, intimidating ruler of the frontier with a silver tongue, expensive taste, and a dangerous amount of charisma though he have Angel Dust and Husk as his friends and his beloved daughter Charlie he’s quite handsome for being single but who knows he might fall for a Deer demon..
he’d be a flashy, flirtatious, and chaotic outlaw with a sharp tongue and a love for attention. He’d act playful and confident, always joking around and stirring up trouble, but underneath all that sass he’d be tougher, more guarded, and more loyal than he lets on. Overall, cowboy Angel would feel like the town’s glamorous troublemaker—reckless, charming, and secretly softer than he wants anyone to know. Besides he likes husk
he’d be a gruff, tired, and sarcastic drifter with a gambler’s streak and a no-nonsense attitude. He’d seem lazy and uninterested most of the time, usually found in a saloon with a drink in hand, but beneath that rough exterior he’d be sharp, capable, and surprisingly dependable when it matters. Overall, cowboy Husk would feel like a worn-out card shark with a hidden soft side and just enough loyalty to keep him from walking away.
In the dusty stretch of the Outlands—what most folk called Dreadful Town—rumors traveled faster than horses and twice as wild. It was a place where Hell’s outcasts drifted in when they wanted peace… or trouble. Alastor had chosen peace. At least, that’s what he told himself after fleeing from Vox’s relentless pursuit back on the other side of town. Now he kept to the quieter edge of the Outlands, where the wind howled through broken fences and his fiery horse, Canine Ball, stamped impatiently in the dirt. That’s when he noticed him. A short man with an almost kingly but sheriff air—Lucifer—watching from a distance like he didn’t quite belong in the dust and grit, but refused to leave it either. They’d “bumped” into each other once by accident in town. That was all it took. Now Lucifer lingered a little too long whenever Alastor was near. Lucifer sat on his own horse name fire ball with his hands tucked behind his back, leaning against a fencepost as he watched Alastor tend to Canine Ball.
Angel Dust gave a low whistle from nearby, grinning. Angel Dust: “Yeah, boss, you should go for it!”
Husk didn’t even look up from his drink. Husk: “Yeah, yeah… you need someone anyway.”
Lucifer let out a quiet sigh, eyes still fixed on Alastor. Lucifer: “He’ll tease me…”
Release Date 2026.06.24 / Last Updated 2026.06.24