Mozzafiato Oneshots

Azrael always preferred the expanse of a battlefield, he knew how to react, how to compose himself, how to take orders and how to figure things out when there were no orders to take. A training room was the last place he wanted to be but his father had begun insisting on it since the last shootout he'd gotten himself into.

Lucifer had said that further hand-to-hand training seemed to be required since he was tired of taking calls from Agent Orange about the amount of bullet wounds Azrael was in the infirmary for after one of his nearly daily arguments with Russo.

“I really would rather not.”Azrael said, standing in the middle of the ring in front of Robyn, who was trained by mercenaries and naturally better with all types of combat.

The short-haired human weapon simply rolled their eyes. “So you'd rather face dad's version than even try this? Really? I mean, do whatever you'd like, I suppose, but this might be less humiliating.”

“What could be less humiliating than my 5’6”, 19-year-old sibling putting me flat on my ass?”Azrael said, incredulously.

Robyn laughed. “Luci doing it.”

Azrael put his hands up in front of him, readying himself for a fight. “Hands up, munchkin, let's just get this over with.”

“Since you over work yourself anyway-”

Azrael started to swing his arm out in an attempt to cut them off, only to have his wrist caught with little effort from his younger sibling. Robyn had a surprisingly tight grip, making Azrael wince slightly with the pressure.

“-we'll just go until you manage to win three times in a row, yeah?”Robyn said, squeezing a bit harder before letting go and slamming the heel of their hand into Azrael's shoulder, making him stumble back.

“Fine.”Azrael huffed.

Azrael went for another swing, finally making contact with Robyn's chest using his knuckles, only managing to knock the breath from their lungs for a split second before quick, small hands went for his face, just pushing him back and making him lose his footing.

Azrael barely managed to land on his ass, otherwise he was sure he'd have landed head first.

“That wasn't even fair.”Azrael muttered as he got up.
“Because you're still cocky.”Robyn replied, shaking their hands out. “One, zero.”
“I am definitely not being cocky.”Azrael retorted, trying a different stance this time, hands still up but his stance a bit wider for balance.
“Then prove it and win.”Robyn replied, still just standing there, completely relaxed despite their situation.

Azrael made the first move once again, this time swiping with his foot, attempting to knock Robyn over. Robyn breathed a laugh as they pushed Azrael's shoulder, making him stumble to the side just enough for Robyn to throw their elbow right between his shoulder blades, knocking the air from his lungs.

“They don't teach you better balance in the Marines?”they teased.
“Didn't exactly get basic training.”Azrael shot back as he turned on his heel to face the object of his annoyance.
“Must be why you're so easy to hit.”

Robyn swept their leg under Azrael's, tripping him up and knocking him forward onto his knees. Azrael groaned as his knees hit the ground.

“You’re holding back, kid.”Azrael taunted.
“Because you're clearly not trying hard enough for me to need to try any harder.”

In a petty move, Azrael grabbed hold of Robyn's training shorts and used them as a handhold to try and push his sibling onto the ground, only to earn a kick to the base of his spine in retaliation. Azrael fell forward further and caught himself on his hands.

“This isn't childish wrestling, Azzy.”Robyn said.
Azrael turned to look over his shoulder at Robyn. “Sure, the teenager would know that.”

Azrael got up and dusted himself off, turning around again.

“Go again.”he said, glaring at his shorter trainer.
“You sure you still have it in you to beat me?”Robyn smirked.
“Guess we'll find out, hm?”

Robyn came at him first this time, dealing a swift punch to his stomach.

That'll definitely be a bruise he'll be explaining to Remus later. He already knew.

“Cheap shot.”Azrael grumbled.

“But an effective one. Because now I can do this.” Robyn grabbed Azrael by the braids weaved into his hair and yanked, pulling him forward. Azrael grabbed at Robyn's hands, trying to get a handhold to pin them down. Robyn of course, was a little too smart for that and thrusted their knee up into Azrael's chest.

“Tsk tsk. This isn't a whorehouse, smartass. You can't use those kinds of tactics here.”Robyn joked before letting go of Azrael's hair.

“Now who's being cocky?”Azrael snapped.

“Still you. You're not using your head, you're still thinking of this as us wrestling like when we were kids. Just use that tactical brain of yours and stop worrying about causing pain, alright? It's a fight, it's meant to hurt.”Robyn suggested.

“I'm not going to-”

“Then you're going to lose.”

Azrael stood up straight and threw his fist toward Robyn's face. It wasn't the smartest move, but at least it was effective enough to catch Robyn off guard. They smirked as a small river of blood ran from their nose.

“Good.”they said. “Keep thinking like that.”

“I wasn't thinking.”Azrael replied.

“Then don't think.”

Robyn started to throw a slap toward Azrael's face but Azrael grabbed hold of Robyn's wrist this time. Robyn’s eyes narrowed as they grabbed Azrael's hand with theirs, pressing his thumb down until he was forced to let go.

“Crazy little shit.”Azrael growled.

“Just be glad you aren't a target.”Robyn retorted as they kicked Azrael square in the jaw.

Azrael spit the saliva that pooled in his mouth as a result of the kick on the mats covering the concrete floor. Robyn giggled at the sight of it.

“Come on. I know damn well you could have stopped that.”Robyn taunted him.

“If you weren't so damn fast, I could have.”

Azrael narrowed his gaze at his younger sibling and lunged for them, grabbing them by the waist and tackling them to the floor. Robyn let out a breath that seemed forced from their lungs.

“Now we're even.”Azrael said as he stood up and offered Robyn his hand.

“At least you lasted longer this time.”Robyn replied, getting up, refusing help from their brother.

“What can I say? I fight better when you piss me off.”Azrael beamed.

“Whatever makes you less of a pussy, I guess. Hands up, round three.”

Azrael did as he was told, pressing his feet into the ground more this time, hoping for better balance. Robyn matched his stance.

“Throw a punch.”Robyn said.

“Oh so now you're actually gonna teach me, hm?”

“Wanted to see how useless you were first.”

Azrael rolled his eyes and threw a punch toward Robyn's jaw. Hardly making contact before it was dodged by a quick movement and Robyn dropping to a crouch. The next thing he knew the little demon had him on his back.

“Two to one.”Robyn said, standing over him.

“You're an ass.”

“Tch. I'm a scrapper. I fight dirty.”

“Clearly.”

“Get up.”

Azrael did stand but this time, made no move to get into position. Instead, he went straight for the greenette in front of him, grabbing their knee in one hand and pulling it forward, only to have Robyn push it straight up and hit him in the nose full force. Azrael's footing failed him once more and he took a step back, looking at Robyn with a scowl.

“You really need a better grip.”Robyn said, bringing their hand up and slamming the side of it into the front of his throat.

Azrael slid his hand over his throat, trying to soothe the dull pain from the hit. “Trying to kill me or what?”he spat, his voice hoarse.

“Trying to force you to fight harder.”

“I am fighting harder. You’re just a menace.”

“Know your opponent. You know you're against someone with higher skills and a smaller build. But yet you're still fighting like you're fighting a recruit, like you can beat them with no effort.”

“You used to be easy to beat.”

“When I was ten, yeah. Not so much now.”

“Seven years with Din must have turned you into the little shit you are then.”

Robyn growled and their expression went from amused to unbelievably pissed in no time. They came lunging toward Azrael and threw punches like they were going to deliberately break bones. By the time they stepped back, Azrael was on the ground, feeling bruises forming on his face and feeling like it was definitely going to swell soon.

“Don’t say that shit.”Robyn spat.

“Definitely Luci's kid for sure.”Azrael grumbled as he forced himself to stand again.

“Swing first, fuckhead.”

Azrael rolled his eyes at the childish response and swung, not fully aiming, but managing enough to hit the side of Robyn's head and knock them to the floor. Robyn landed like a sack of bricks on their side and stared up at Azrael, the scowl still on their face.

“Almost even again.”Azrael said.

“I hope I broke your face.”

“I'm sure you did. But I heal fast, being the actual child of the devil and all.”

“Good. Means you can go a while before you tap out.”

Robyn slowly got up from the floor. Azrael watched them with cautious eyes, trying to mentally track their every move. Their breathing is labored and their expression is one of exhaustion.

“How hard did I hit you?”Azrael asked, worried.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You look-”

“I'm fine.”

Azrael shook his head and grabbed Robyn by the front of their shirt, shoving them onto the ground. They landed with a soft “oof.”

“Two in a row. Now tap out before that concussion kicks in.”Azrael demanded.

“I'm fine.”

“You can't hardly breathe, your eyes won't fucking stay open and there are bruises on your head and your jaw. You're going to tap out right the fuck now.”

“No.”

Robyn got up again, only for Azrael to kick them hard in the hip, knocking them down again.

“Tap the fuck out, you little shit.”Azrael warned.

“That isn't fair.”

“And you breaking my face was? Tap out.”

Robyn shook their head and got up, steadier now as they shoved their knee into Azrael's crotch, causing him to nearly scream as he crouched slightly from the pain. In a clear act of defiance, Robyn slammed Azrael's face into their shoulder. Azrael felt another bone crack, unsure if it was his or his younger sibling's.

That was until Robyn let out a scream. Azrael stood up, quickly, seeing Robyn grip their shoulder.

“Why the fuck is your head so damn hard?”Robyn grunted.

“Because it's made of metal. Ready to stop yet?”

“No. I can still whoop your ass with one arm. Just… get in position.”

“No. Robyn, you're going to fucking die. Stop.”

“I'm fine. Now put your hands up or I will give you a matching one.”

“You won't.”

Robyn smirked and threw their hand out, grabbing Azrael’s arm and twisting it nearly completely around. He let out a scream, nearly the same way they did and could hear the popping noise of his shoulder dislocating. Before he could make a move to do anything else, the next thing he knew, he was being thrown into a wall -hard- and heard the sound of something else breaking. Before the pain can reach his conscious mind, the only sound he could hear is his sibling hitting the ground behind him.

“Azrael!”he heard their mother, Amira, shriek.

Azrael barely got to look at her before he, too, hit the ground.

When he finally came to, Robyn and him are in the infirmary down the hall from where they were training with Lucifer pacing at the end of the bed, muttering to himself.

“D-dad?”Azrael squeaked, his voice partially caught in his throat.

Lucifer was quick to turn on his heel, the look in his eyes a mixture of fear and anger. Azrael swallowed thickly, watching his dad walk over.

“Were you trying to kill each other? You know training doesn't mean you have to break every bone in your bodies.”Lucifer scolded.

“No, dad, I pissed them off and things got out of hand.”Azrael muttered in reply.

“What did you say?”

“I insulted their training and… Din.”

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “You should know better.”

“I was losing and I was pissed about it.”

“They’re not your soldier friends. They aren't as collected. If you insult a family member or their found family, they will kill you or make you wish you were dead.”

“I may have also mentioned that they weren't really your kid.”Azrael confessed, nearly silently.

Lucifer's eyes went wide at that. “Then you are highly lucky that all they did was break bones. Your mother is furious with you both.”

“I'm sure she is.”

“Next time you're training, watch your mouth or believe me you'll wish you had.”

“Yes dad.”

“I have to calm Amira down. You two are staying here. The doctor already realigned everything you broke.”

“Yes dad. I'm sorry.”

“I know. I love you both. You owe Robyn an apology when they wake up.”

Azrael nodded. “Love you too.”