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Touch Starved - Shane&Cassie
Description: Due to what happened to him in the city, Shane decides to close himself off from the rest of the world. He was one step away from completely shattering, and he didn't want to let anyone in just to disappoint them in the end.
And he was doing just fine in keeping up this facade, until she moved in.
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FebuWhump2023 - Day 1: Touch Starved
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A/N: Hello! I try not to make goals for myself for the new year since I cannot seem to keep them…but I want to get back into writing. One random day I came across the "FebuWhump2023" challenge on Tumblr and thought…why the hell not? I have no idea if I'm writing a "whump" fic correctly…but I'll just roll with how I'm feeling and try to remember "whumps" aren't supposed to be "happy happy joy joy" and it's ok to let my evil/dark side out.
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The spring season was finally in full bloom. Wild animals started emerging from their months-long stay in their dens. Birds flew and sang almost non-stop throughout the day. The wildflowers bloomed and the trees grew back their leaves. Everything came back to life in the spring.
And Shane hated it.
Every spring reminded him of how he came to be in this situation. How years prior his life was falling apart while the earth came back to life. Now he was back in the valley where he spent the majority of his childhood. A place that now held his only good memories, though those memories were soured with the lifestyle he chose to live. 
It's incredibly difficult to stay closed off in a place that was so small and the people in it so caring. Especially now that she's officially moved in.
It's 7 pm now on a Friday night. Most of the villagers have all trickled in by this point. Shane's made it a habit to watch them from "his" spot at the dark end corner of the bar, fireplace and Gus's wood-carved bear statue behind him.
Cassie Nova, the new owner of Universe Farm, walks into the saloon. Gus and Emily warmly greet her, as well as the other patrons nearby. Shane grunts and rolls his eyes as she greets them back. She walks up to Gus to place her order, then sits at the bar and idly chit-chats with Emily while she waits. Shane sulks as he watches them chat, and various other villagers come up to chat with the new girl in town. Just like everyone else, the new farmer was touchy too. Light touches on the shoulder, small pats on the back, and feather-like touches on hands at some funny joke.
It infuriated him. Contrary to what he's now made himself to be, Shane used to be just like them. Funny how one experience can change a person, break a person. He still craved small affections like that but continued to force himself to push everyone away. He can't let himself be hurt like that again. It may just very well end him, and he was already hanging on by a very, very, thin thread.
The hardest person to ignore was his niece, now turned God-daughter. But he does it. He hates himself even more for it, but continues it.
Who knows how long he has left anyway. Best not to give the girl hope only for it to be crushed…again.
Movement on his left peripheral brought him back from his thoughts. He looks and starts at the sight of Cassie placing her food and beverage down next to him. She looks at him and gives a half smile, "This seat taken?"
She's just barely sat on the stool and it's already too much for him. He feels like he's physically burning in the heat that her body is radiating next to him. He musters up as much of his coldness as he can trying to stave away the heat in his cheeks, which seems to be unsuccessful.
"Fuck off." He mumbles, clutching his beer and staring hard at the wood bar counter. He can feel her stillness, lasting only a second before she gives a humorous huff. He looks back at her with a questioning stare. He watches her move her plate and drink one spot over to the left and sits down. One bar stool between them.
"Alright alright." She says before giving him a soft smile with concerned eyes, then focusing on her meal.
Shane cracks a little bit more inside and returns to his drink. He knew keeping this up was going to be difficult, but now with her here it was going to be damn near impossible.
He may just die from the struggle alone.
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azritesx3 · 2 years
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Tips for Writing a Difficult Scene
Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:
1. Change the weather
I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.
Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.
2. Change the POV
If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.
9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.
3. Start the scene earlier/later
Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.
Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.
Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?
4. Write only the dialogue
If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.
It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.
Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.
5. Fuck it and use a placeholder
If nothing works, it's time to move on.
Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].
And then continue with the draft.
This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.
Trust me, I do this all the time.
It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.
So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)
Reblog if you found this post useful. Comment with your own tips. Follow me for similar content.
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azritesx3 · 3 years
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azritesx3 · 3 years
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First Real Friend - LM & F!Reader
Description: These common white sterile walls just became a bit brighter, thanks to the Devil.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
AN: A request from a friend of a friend! Hope you feel better soon, darling! Hospitals ain't no fun! Hopefully this 'lil Lucifer fic helps you out! PS: Sorry it’s so late!!!
Request: “...something fluffy, like the reader is in the hospital and she basically lives there because of a long term illness...Lucifer comes into her room by mistake once, while looking for Chloe’s room...he looks around and sees personal items in reader’s room and realizes she’s been there for quite a while, alone, her family isn’t great, and to her surprise he starts coming everyday. He brings her little gifts and sneaks in her favorite food, and basically he just makes her feel like someone cares about, but he learns that her own family doesn’t even come to see her.”
AO3 /// Wattpad
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Lucifer strolls through the hospital doors with a large bouquet of various flowers and a confident smile on his face. He feels...good. He's never had a feeling like this before, though he supposes saving a human life would be fairly different than any erratic drug or sex. This is a soul after all, and he's just so used to torturing and using souls.
He strolls down the halls and opens the door he was looking for--
And stops.
He's not in the Detective's room, that's for sure. Her room is a plain old boring hospital room. The room he's currently standing in the doorframe of almost looks like a normal bedroom.
The patient of the room looks up from their position on a large bean bag. She cocks an eyebrow up and marks the page she left on in her book with her finger:
"Wrong room?"
"Uh…" Lucifer is baffled for a quick moment before regaining his composure, "Yes! Terribly sorry!"
The patient smiles and returns to her book, which Lucifer takes as his leave. The next room he opens is the correct one this time. He places his superior flowers with the rest of the others, then sits in the uncomfortable metal chair next to the Detective's bed side.
Lucifer watches the Detective's peaceful sleeping face, thinking back on the short time they spent together. Soon the Detective stirs awake, the two have a short talk, and Lucifer leaves before catching a serious case of IBS at the family scene playing before him. 
Before leaving the hospital he stops for a minute in front of the mysterious patient's room that he intruded upon. He peeks through the slightly open blinds, taking in once more a room that looks more like a well lived in bedroom than a hospital room. He spots the patient now on her bed, sleeping. Peaceful...but…
"Hmm…"
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Three days later
You sit at your mini dining table, eating a hearty breakfast while watching some game show entertainment. Your hospital door opens while in the middle of a bite. You look up and stop chewing at the sight of the same strange man that opened your door by mistake a few days ago.
"Lost again, pal?" You ask after swallowing. Your face has an amused look again like before.
"No. I'm here to see you, in fact." The British man smiles, holding a similar looking bouquet as he had days ago. 
"Um," You're not sure what to think, "Why?"
The man huffs a laugh before strolling into the room, shutting the door behind him, "You've been on my mind for the past couple days, darling. Curiosity catches the Devil."
He places his flowers on top of a small dresser of yours nearest the window, then comes to stand next to you. He holds out his hand and smiles down at you, "Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure."
You shake his warm hand with a smile of your own and introduce yourself. You motion to the chair across from you and he sits, "So, why is lil old me on your mind Mr. Morningstar?"
"Lucifer is fine, darling." He folds his hands together on your little eating table, "I've never seen a hospital room look like a bedroom before. Makes me think that you've been here for quite a while, and that's such a shame for such a beautiful young woman."
You sigh, like this is some kind of usual nuance for you, "Alright. Just tell me what article you're for and I'll answer your questions."
"Pardon?" Lucifer asks, confused.
"Your article?" You say pointedly, "Or whichever company my adoptive parents are trying to get in the good graces with?" When Lucifer continues to look at you puzzled, you stare at him quizzically, "That...is why you're really here isn't it? No one just decides to talk to some random hospital patient for fun."
"Well, I'm definitely not no one. I'm the Devil. Completely different spectrum."
"Uh huh...ok...totally not weird at all," you say skeptically, "So, why are you here, Lucifer?"
"Like I said before, curiosity. Is that...all right?" 
You stare him in the eyes, and the man looks genuine enough. Weird, but genuine.
"Sure, I guess. Not like I'm doing anything else." 
"Wonderful!" Lucifer's face instantly brightens up, and you can't help but notice his excitement and joy is contagious, "So, tell me about yourself darling, and I'll do the same!"
So, talk and talk you two did. All the way until visiting hours were long since over, and he was here in the morning!
You give him your background, a sad sap of a story. You're an abandoned baby. Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage. No information on your real parents or family. As you grew up the caretakers noticed how often you'd get sick, and how easy it was for you to get hurt. After many tests you're diagnosed with numerous things, causing a very weak immune system and fragile bones. Your caretakers believed no one would take you and you'd be stuck at the home forever. Fortunately for them, a rich couple came by and took pity on you. You thought you'd actually get a family, but that wasn't the case. This couple took you in to further increase their financing in their businesses and lives by using you as a charity. They taught you how to act and talk for the cameras and reporters, and you picked up on it quickly. 
Yeah, it wasn't the best kind of life. You didn't have a normal family, but at least you were alive. The loneliness sucked at times, but you figured that's a small price to pay for staying alive and having some kind of life. It's not like your rich parents didn't do anything with you. They cared, just...not in the normal sense.
Lucifer gave you his story too. His insane story. God, angels, wars, becoming the Devil. You were starting to think he was some preacher, who just really believed. But you humored him, for he and his stories were incredibly entertaining. And who knows, maybe it was all real.
Suffice to say after that first day together, you two became fast friends and Lucifer became a very frequent visitor. Sneaking in a variety of your favorite things, some...illegal things, and even just sneaking you out for a night on the town.
Your first real friend, and you his.
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Can you do love confession dialogue? If you could do some where they are screaming at each other would be great!
Hi :)
Sure, here are some prompts for you:
Love confession - screaming at each other
“It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”
“I love you, okay? I love you!”
“This is just too much, I can’t act like this anymore, like I don’t love you!”
“I know this is not how we do things, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer!”
“You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?”
“I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I have no choice.”
“Don’t you see that there are people who care about you? That I care about?”
“I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.”
“We need to stop dancing around it. All it does, is hurting us both!”
Have fun!
- Jana
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azritesx3 · 3 years
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showing characters are in love without actually saying it
looks that last just a little longer than they should
constantly thinking about each other
they stand next to each other without even thinking about it
jealousy
lovers’ quarrel (they fight, get angsty, and then both make up after, yknow the usual)
always worried about each other
lingering touches
both subtly act a bit different when the other is around
protectiveness
they both know exactly how to comfort each other in the best way
smiles that last long after what’s been said (“why are you still smiling?” “hmm? what? what smile?”)
small touches
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*sweeps all of my AU ideas under the rug* why must I be called out this way?
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azritesx3 · 3 years
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cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven’t moved in days.
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May I ask for headcanons or a one shot with Gaara with a fierce & reckless s/o?
gaara: fierce and reckless s/o hcs
➞ to tell you the truth your fierce and reckless attitude is what drew gaara to you.
➞ he just loves you so much, so much it scares him sometimes. which is why he refuses to send you out on a mission without kankuro or temari. you tried to fight him on it but eventually stoped protest against it seeing how much it put him at ease.
➞ your careless attitude on the battle field is the reason for this. which is why there’s times were gratitude fills him when you make it back with only a few bruises and cuts. he doesn’t have enough fingers to count how many times he had to save your careless ass with his sand.
➞ there are many times were gratitude fills him when you make it back with only a few bruises and cuts. he doesn’t have brought fingers to count how many times he had to save your careless ass with his sand.
➞ whenever you two are engaged in the same battle he’s distracted, wondering if you’re going to jump in front of attack that is meant for him, just like all the times before. while some might comforting to have their s/o will take a kunai to the chest for them for gaara it does nothing but put him on edge.
➞ you always refuse medical treatment when you come back so he ends up treating your wounds at your shared home. it’s bittersweet moment between the two of you, ending with you wrapped in his arms while he sighs out a small “you need to be more careful”.
➞ you’re very protective over him and although gaara is well aware that you’re know that he can care for himself he still finds your behavior endearing. however there are times when has to give you the side eye for interjecting on a discussion whenever someone doesn’t agree with him.
➞ this man loves you alright, so much but please go easy on him he’s going to grey with all the worrying he does.
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Hi! Do you have any tips on making the scene emotional, I want to be able to move and touch my readers with my writing but it's really hard when I don't understand emotions and feeling and I'm usually a thinker but I really want to make my my reader feel sadness and grief with my character. So any tips for that? Or do I have to keep practicing? Hope you have a nice day! Thank you! Your blog helps me alot!
Hi :)
I’m a very empathetic person. I can get kinda cold if the emotions involve myself, but if it’s about other people or fictional characters, I soak those emotions up like a sponge. I can get really into all the emotional aspects of writing, so I’m not sure how to do it if you don’t understand the emotions that well, because it comes so natural to me. I will try to give a general overview of how to write emotional scenes, but if someone else can give some other advice, it’s greatly appreciated!
How to write emotional scenes
Focus on showing, not telling:
don’t just say the character is afraid or panicking
write the actions that would let an onlooker know
hands trembling, pulse and breathing picking up, frantic eye movement,...
if you describe it well enough, the reader will feel those things too
Dialogue:
of course, dialogue is still important
but I would keep it shorter than in other scenes
don’t make it too emotional or it can appear sappy
exception: motivational speeches
think about the difference between showing and telling
are the characters trying to conceal how they really fell by saying something else?
Make the reader relate:
relating to a character makes the reader much more empathetic to them and it creates emotions in them
so try to get the reader to sympathize with your character by showing their journey and their goals
but if you want to have a rival in that scene, do the exact opposite
make the reader unsympathetic to that character to make them feel anger towards them or satisfaction if they get defeated
Heavy scenes:
there is a difference between an emotional scene and a truly traumatic experience
you don’t want the reader to feel the full range of human trauma
if the reader is getting too emotional, it could keep them wanting to continue reading
so in extremely emotional scenes try to show the overall picture
don’t go into specific feelings, but try to show how this affects your character as a whole
you can even try to make the scene feel more distant, almost numb and devoid of deep emotions if the reader already knows how traumatic this would be for the character
sometimes this could affect them even better than showing all the emotions because they can create their own emotions
always remember: you want to pull at your reader’s heartstrings - not break anything
Hope you have a nice day as well and good luck with your writing!
- Jana
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Coming Down - Lucifer & F!Reader
Anon: Hey I don't know if you do fics based on songs ( im kinda new here after suddenly thirsting for Lucifer— ) But I was wondering if you could a Lucifer x Reader based on ‘Coming Down’ by Halsey? Maybe this had been done, I don't really know. Nothing specific just whatever speaks to you if you do make this! Thank you!!
Description: You married a religious man to get away from the abusers. Who knew that he'd not only turn out to be one too, but that your savior would call himself the Devil and you agree to be his lover?
Rating: Mature Warning(s): Domestic Abuse, Implied Smut, Fluff, Angst, Angst but with a Happy Ending
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Tighter and tighter. Cold hands on your throat.
"Why won't you just do what God made you for?!" John, your loving Christian husband, hisses. His hair falls in front of his face as he leans over you on the bed.
You claw at his hands. Your eyes begin to water. Cold sweat drops from his brow and falls into your agape mouth.
This was it. This was finally it.
"LAPD! Open the door!" John whips his head up, then snarls back down at you. He releases his hold and slaps you hard across the face, almost knocking you out.
Thinking he knocked you out.
You listen to him walk down the hall and open the door. There's chatter, and you hear people walking in. You hear footsteps coming back towards you.
"Excuse me sir, please don't go in the bedroom! My wife is sleeping." You hear John call out.
"Detective! A 'home search' is searching the entire home, correct?" A different voice calls out in the hall, a British voice. You don't hear it, but the British voice gets a reply, "As I thought. I shall ever be a gentleman around your wife."
"Please take no offense, sir. I was simply weary because-"
"Of my name, yes?" You hear footsteps enter the bedroom and the British voice becomes loud and clear, "Your decor taste is quite poor."
You listen intently as the new man looks around the space. His last stop is coming to your side of the bed. He doesn't look at you.
Please.
Before he leaves your sight you manage to grab hold of the man's finger. He stops and finally looks down at you. You pull on his finger and he kneels down to face you.
"Sir please-"
"Shut up." The man says to your husband. He stares at your face, taking in your red cheek, dry lips, and tear streaks.
You move your mouth, but your voice is too dry to make a sound. You mouth:
Help me.
"Detective! It seems the call in on violence was correct!" The man calls out. He stands and starts to gather you in his arms.
"Don't you dare-" John is cut off by a punch to the back of his neck and knees, making him fall face first on the floor.
"You're under arrest for domestic abuse." A woman's voice says. In the man's arms you see her cuff your husband.
You begin to cry again.
"Hey now, darling." Voice so soft. You look up at the man. His eyes are sparkling and his smile is comforting, "Rest now, dear. You're safe."
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"A toast, darling!" Lucifer cheers. He raises his wine glass and gives you a bright smile. You laugh and follow his lead, "To one marvelous year of being together!"
"And to being free!" You add in. Both of you cling your glasses together and take a sip. You begin to giggle causing a sly smile to pull across Lucifer's lips and a perfectly teased brow to raise, "Penny for your thoughts, my dear?"
You continue to giggle, "Oh, just thinking of the irony of all this."
"Oh?" Lucifer smiles and takes hold of your empty hand across the table. He kisses the top of it, "Do tell."
"Oh you know," you blush at his actions and smile joyfully, "Being abused by a Christian husband for many years, only to be saved by a man who calls himself the Devil and having a better life with him."
Lucifer chuckles softly, then turns your wrist to kiss your palm, "A beautiful irony indeed."
After the celebration dinner he takes you to his lavish hotel suite in Las Vegas, and enjoys the wonderful dessert between your legs. You sigh in bliss and relish in the pleasure, the feeling of real love. You thank God for sending you such a savior, even if he does claim to be the Devil.
No one's perfect, after all.
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It was true. Everything he said was true. He didn't lie, after all.
And now here you are, in a room that was now being swarmed with demon possessed dead humans.
They crowd around you and Lucifer, taking hold of you to pull you away from him. You scream and reach out to Lucifer. He stretches his arm too you, but the demons keep a strong hold against you. You watch his arm fall, and despite the shock on his face, you see a painful decision cross his eyes.
He turns from you and stands on the stage. He releases his full Devil form, causing his shirt to tear off. The demons around you stand frozen and look up to their King. You do the same, memorized by the scarred beauty.
"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE. GO HOME!" Lucifer yells to them, and they listen. The bodies fall instantly.
You stay standing and just watch as Lucifer returns to his normal self. He studies your face. After regaining yourself tears well up in your eyes and you run up to him. He lifts you in his arms and cradles your body against his.
Back at the penthouse, after what you learned too late was one final night of passion, he tells you he loves you and returns to Hell to keep you, all of earth, safe.
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You've been a broken soul ever since that night.
Every day after sleepless nights you wake to see your Lightbringer's sun rise, and pray for his return. Every night you pray that when you wake it won't be alone. That he'll be with you once more to watch his star rise together.
Years pass. The prayers don't work.
You now lay in a hospital bed, not very old but with a heart so broken it can't last any longer. You and Lucifer's friends surround your death bed, and cry when you let your heart shatter completely.
You wake in a sort of limbo space, in a queue with other dead souls. You teleport to the front of the line and are in the presence of the Angel of Death.
She looks at you somber, "You died far too early."
You stare back at the angel, "I couldn't take it any longer."
The angel nods, "You're destined for Heaven-"
"No!" You interrupt her, "No, please. He cannot be with me there! Please, send me to Hell instead!"
She looks confused, "But you are guilty of nothing. You'd be tortured for nothing."
"Being without him even in death would be torture itself." The angel studies you. Then looks up where a blinding light shines down on her. She closes her eyes and seems to listen to the light.
The light disappears, and she looks back at you, "Very well."
The next moment you are in a dark, hot space. Around you are stone black pillars with doors etched into them. Some doors were chained up, some unlocked but shook from inside.
"Y/N?"
Your breath hitches at your name being called by the voice you loved and missed so much. You look behind you to see Lucifer in the same suit he wore when he left, but he looked older in the eyes. Hell affects every being.
You run and embrace him. He returns the embrace hesitantly, "You shouldn't be here, love."
"I cannot be in a place without you anymore, Lucifer." You move back slightly so you can look him in the eyes. Your tearful eyes shine with joy and you smile at him, "You are my savior. The one I made into my own personal religion." You cup his now tear streaked face, "I love you, Lucifer Morningstar."
He embraces you back with just as much passion and kisses you passionately. He then buries his head in your neck, "I love you too, Y/N, and I've missed you terribly."
You scratch the back of his neck lightly and whisper, "So, you're not angry that I chose to be here?"
He laughs in your neck, something he hasn't done in thousands of years, "Are you kidding?" He removes himself from you and smiles while getting down on one knee, "I have my Queen with me again. How could I be mad over that?"
You laugh in joy and tackle him to the cold, yet hot, cracked ground. You both stay like that. Crying and laughing together at your eternal partnership.
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Wonderwall - Maze & Eve
Anon: Hi! I see that requests are open and I love your writing but I was wondering if you would be open to write Mazikeen/Eve?? It’s not listed on who you write for so don’t feel bad if it’s a no!! I just think that Maze deserves to be happy after everything she’s been through
Description: We're all thinking it: the way Eve reacted to Maze's confession through song was down right cruel. Here's a better version!
Rating: Teen Warning: Fluff, Swearing
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Maze was really starting to hate being on earth.
Sure she enjoyed all the desires, crime, and sex this planet and its inhabitants had to offer. But this place was unchangeable, and thus she could not control the events that led to her dread of the place.
Starting with her King meeting and falling head over heels for some human woman, who Maze then learns is some gift from God to his son. Of course. So, she tries to ignore whatever feelings were bubbling inside of her over the lost interest of her King to a virgin angel bent on returning Lucifer to Hell. That ends in disaster when he learns she still follows her King's command. Of course.
So she says fuck it all and leaves to find her own path in this, now, forced life of hers. Ends up holed up with said woman who took her King’s interest in her. Finds out that this human woman is actually worthy of her King’s affection, and her spawn was to be respected as well. Thanks to them and the Devil's therapist, she starts to understand "feelings".
But now she wishes she hadn't.
After the betrayal of his soulmate, Lucifer beds with Eve. Eve, who somehow managed to escape Heaven with no one noticing just to be with her forbidden garden lover.
Maze felt that feeling again when Chloe took Lucifer's attention, but this time it was the other way around. She wanted Eve. That first human woman was so beautiful and deadly. It was attraction from the start.
Maze thought she had her chance when Lucifer stupidly broke Eve's heart, yet at every hint Maze gives to Eve about how she feels she twists it around into how she can get Lucifer back. She loved him too much.
Maze wanted to scream.
Instead, she tries a different approach. One sure-fire way that should tell Eve how Maze feels about her, without actually saying it because that's just crazy. Maze wasn't that human.
She releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding and walks to the middle of LUX where the piano sits. Before she tells the human to play she looks for Eve and spots her getting her heart broken once again by Lucifer.
Maze's resolve grows immensely.
She tells the human to start the music and begins to sing, "Wonderwall". Maze has never once in her life sang. She left that to Lucifer and her mother.
But Eve was worth this possible embarrassment.
As Maze begins to sing she keeps her eyes trained on Eve's figure. Eventually, Eve looks up from her despair to watch Maze. Memorized, she walks up to the railing to get a closer look.
Maze continues to watch Eve watching her, and her heart swells when she smiles and bites her lower lip.
The song finishes and Maze's heart races. She stands stone still as Eve slowly makes her way to her, "Maze...that was-" Eve stops, bites her lip, and holds Maze's hands, "beautiful."
Maze feels herself start to sweat. She swallows a large lump in her throat and coughs, "So…"
Eve gives her a sad smile, then looks over to see Lucifer walking towards the Detective. She sighs and looks down at her and Maze's joined hands, "I always thought that he and I were meant to be. I changed so much to make him happy with me-"
"You don't have to change. Never again." Maze interrupts her.
Eve looks up at Maze, and Maze can see her eyes twinkle behind her mask. Eve smiles,"Yeah...I think I know that now." She comes closer and gives Maze the softest kiss she's ever received, "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize."
Maze's heart bursts with emotion, but keeps it hidden behind a goofy smile, "You're worth the wait, babe."
The two leave together, hands intertwined. Maze leads her girlfriend to the hotel she's been staying at until Decker gets her head back into gear.
Ok, earth isn't so bad anymore.
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You know those things you think you can't write because they're an emotion not a plot?
Try oneshots!
Oneshots are great because they can be just a single scene or moment. They allow you to write that one conversation you want to write without needing to create a whole story around it.
You wish you could just write about that character getting a damn hug for once? Do it! Who needs a huge context? Just put it out there!
Oneshots, people! Write them read them. Love them. They're awesome.
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AZ’s Master List
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A Devil’s Love [Lucifer & F!Reader OC] Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise Chapter 2: Show Me All I Don’t Know Chapter 3: It’s Not A Date Chapter 4: I Shall Be Your Nurse Chapter 5: Goodnight Chapter 6: I Believe In You Chapter 7: Hurt You Chapter 8: Shoot Me Stab Me Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me?
Lucifer [Netflix] What A Trick! What A Treat! - Lucifer Cast I’m Sorry - Angst, F!Reader Porcelain Doll - Angst/fluff, F!Reader Confidence - Devil face love, F!Reader Devil Caretaker - Angst/fluff, F!Reader Let Me Show You My Love - Smut, F!Reader
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Let Me Show You My Love - Lucifer & F!Reader
Anonymous: Hey! I have a request for LuciferXreader! I really love the idea of the reader and Lucifer getting into a fight (cuz of all their pent up emotions and thinking that each of their love is unrequited) and the reader storms out only to get mugged/attacked. Luci goes to make up from the fight and finds her injured in an alley way or wherever you wish and takes care of her and they admit their feelings Heeheehee and maybe bang lmao or at least some smoochin.
Description: You've known Lucifer Morningstar since he returned to Earth five years ago. You tried to pickpocket the Devil, and instead of punishment he gave you a job as his "personal human". After so many years your infatuation turned to love, and unknown to you he felt the same, but neither of you know how to say it. Until the fight.
Rating: Explicit Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Words, Smut
AN: My first request! [eee!] Hope I’ve done you proud Anon! :) AN: Updated August 23, 2020 - Grammar. Reupload!
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"He still isn't here?"
"Hasn't been here the whole night." Mazikeen of the Lilim pours you a shot.
"Let me guess," you down the shot, "Out with the Detective?" Mazikeen gives you a pointed eyebrow and refills your shot. You down it.
The day Lucifer Morningstar met Detective Chloe Decker became the worst of your life, and you had a lot of bad days. Ever since that first case he would not shut up about her during your talks.
Can you believe it, y/n? A human able to resist me!
He became infatuated with her, and with that came the realization that you were jealous.
Yes, you felt the pull that everyone, well almost everyone, felt when they met the Devil, but you were stronger than most. Life on the streets and having to bid to men's commands just to eat some food made a thick stone wall around your heart.
But now, the Devil himself was beginning to chip the wall down. It was slow, but as the years passed you saw the man more than his title.
And yes, you knew he was the actual Devil. That night when he made you that proposition he showed you his true self, mainly so he could see how it would affect a living human.
And boy did it fuck you up. You were a mess for a month, but instead of leaving you on the streets unable to defend yourself in that state, he took you in. He gave you a whole level of his skyscraper club to call home. He maintained a distance while your mind was fucked, but always made sure you had food and hadn't killed yourself.
He was so...happy that night you came up to his penthouse of your own will. That's when your stone wall began to crack.
But now you desperately wanted it back up. You hated this feeling. This jealousy for a man. You were always Miss Independent.
How could Chloe Decker compare to you? Sure, she could resist his charm, but she didn't even know the real Lucifer. Not just the Devil part, but the man. The Angel. The Lightbringer who created all light in the universe.
Besides, Lucifer never once tried his little mind trick with you. He never even tried to get you in bed with him.
So why…
"Why is she so special?" You whisper more to yourself, but the ever loyal demon refills your shot, pours herself one and clinks the glasses together.
"No idea." You both down your shots.
"Is the party already over?" Lucifer calls as he descends the stairs.
"Been over for an hour," Maze drawls back, taking another shot.
"Ah. Pity." Lucifer walks over to the bar and motions Maze for a shot.
But you notice that he's been holding his side.
"Lucifer, what happened?" You look at him seriously.
"Whatever do you mean, darling?" He brushes you off and takes his shot.
You know him though. You push his body on the stool so he's facing you, and pull away his hand.
Blood starts pooling on his shirt.
"What the hell?" You began to panic and cover the wound with your own hand to make it stop, "How did this happen?!"
"He didn't tell you?" Maze looks at you questionably.
"Tell me what?"
"That pet Detective of his makes him vulnerable." Maze takes another shot and watches as you face Lucifer with a look of shock while he looks at her with a look of "Father damn it Maze". Maze becomes very amused.
"Aka killable."
"She knows what it means, Mazikeen." It was never a good sign when Lucifer used Maze's full name.
But right now you didn't care. You forced the Devil off the stool and into the elevator, pushing the button for your floor. As soon as the doors open you pull him towards the bathroom.
"Take your shirt off." You command as you pull out the first aid kit.
"Well well, y/n. I-"
"Lucifer." You look at him sternly and in no way in the mood for his flirting. He gives an exasperated sigh and removes his top. Thankfully the wound didn't look very deep, so no need for stitches. You spray peroxide on it and bite your lip at the hiss of pain he makes. You put a cloth on the wound then a bandaid on top to hold it.
"You know, I could get used to having a personal nurse." Lucifer crosses his arms, which buffed his chest out a bit, and smiles flirtatiously at you as you clean up, "Can I convince you to wear a sexy nurse number while you take care of me?"
"Why?" You whisper.
"Well it would lift my healing spirits up a considerable-"
"No, Lucifer." You face him and stand tall, "Why didn't you tell me she does this to you?"
Lucifer shifts, "Because it's none of your concern."
"It's all my concern!" Your voice rises, "You need to stay away from her!"
"You have no authority over me." Lucifer's voice and tinted red eyes would make anyone cower in fear.
But not you.
"I do when your life is at risk!"
"NO!" Lucifer's Devil face is out and he towers over you, "NO ONE HAS AUTHORITY OVER ME!" His grasp cracks your countertop. He focuses on that in order to calm down. He saw you take that small step back.
"Lucifer-" he leaves you alone in your bathroom. Which is probably a good thing because your face is now wet with angry tears.
Fine. If I have no authority over him then he has none over me.
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The next night, while Lucifer was out yet again, you tell Maze everything that happened. You even confess how you felt about him.
"Well, duh." Maze downs a glass of whiskey, "Anyone with eyes can see how you feel."
"He can't."
"That's because Lucifer's stupid to that kind of stuff." Maze passes you a glass of whiskey and leans forward, "You know, he feels the same way for you."
You laugh, "I highly doubt that, Maze."
Maze smiles, "Then let me tell you how you can make him confess."
Maze proceeds to tell you to start your act again. Bring back that slut of a poor street girl to the club, and see how he reacts.
You really, really didn't want to. You swore to be over with that life. You even told Lucifer.
But...if it could get him to confess to you…
Fuck it.
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You started off slow. For the first couple nights, even without Lucifer there, you began to actually talk to the patrons of the club. One night Lucifer was there, and even though his whole focus wasn't entirely on you you did see him look over every time you talked to a new man. His looks became more frequent when you started to touch their arms or caress their face.
After a week of this going you decide it's time to start the "act". The club tonight was particularly packed. Lucifer was swimming in women and men, so you weren't quite sure this would work.
But a nod from Maze told you to go for it.
You pick your target, a young man with sandy blond hair and beautiful green eyes. He was tan like a surfer, and definitely built like one. He even dressed expensively appropriate for the club.
Perfect.
You walk over and start the small talk. An arm touch here, a thigh tough there, and finish off with a caress. Lucifer took no notice of you while you performed these acts, but when the man answered your touches with his own and leaned forward to whisper in your ear you could see Lucifer's focus was entirely on you two.
Score one for y/n.
When a ronchi song begins to play you pull the man to the dance floor. He was unsure at first, but once you started touching and grinding on him he replied in earnest.
When the young man started to lick your neck and you hovered your hand over his crotch you were forcibly pulled from your dress into the chest of the one and only Lucifer Morningstar.
"Sorry to ruin what is most likely your happiest night ever gent," Lucifer's smirk was one of intimidation. He wraps an arm around your torso, pushing you closer against him, "But this human is mine."
The young man looks terrified, and runs quickly away mumbling apologies.
You hated possessiveness, but when Lucifer said that you couldn't ignore the spark of heat that started in your core.
Lucifer pulls you to a quieter part of the club and hisses, "What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?!"
"Whatever do you mean?" You feign ignorance.
"Why are you acting like that again?!"
"Maybe I just want to have some fun again." You shrug.
"Fun?" Lucifer looks at you like you are crazy, "You told me you detested that life. You swore to never do it again!"
"Minds change all the time Lucifer."
"NO!" He points at you, eyes glowing red, "Don't ever do that again!"
"You," you shove his finger aside and point at him now, "have no authority over me!"
"Of course I do I'm-"
"The Devil." Your cross your arms building a barrier, "And I'm your little 'personal human'. Well, I'm not. I'm just your human test dummy who you can't let go."
"No, your-"
"Why do you even care, Lucifer?" You probably shouldn't have interrupted him, but you were upset now, "You've shown zero interest in me, so why care who I sleep with or show attention to? Shouldn't you be more concerned over that precious Detective of yours? You've clearly shown affection for her, and she doesn't even know you like I do! Why her and not me?!"
The air becomes heavy between you two as Lucifer processes your sudden confession. Your body starts to shake and you desperately want to run and cry somewhere.
When Lucifer continues to stand dumbfounded, you do just that.
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Instead of hiding on your floor, like you should have done, you leave LUX and walk the blocks down to your old life.
Probably not the smartest thing in the world, considering what you were currently wearing and how everyone on these streets knew you were living it up with The Morningstar, but you didn't care. It was these very streets that taught you to be strong. To never give away emotion or give emotion to another.
Right now, you needed that.
"Well well, look who's walking our sidewalk again ladies." You look up and see three familiar female faces.
Ah. These three bimbos.
"That playboy finally tire of you sweetie?"
"Yeah. Think you can come back and steal our customers again?"
"From what I hear about that guy, he probably loosened her pussy too much. Tossed her out."
"Well ladies, why don't we rough her up just to make sure she doesn't take our customers." The three of them crack their knuckles and run to you.
Thank you Maze for teaching me how to fight.
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"Excuse me, have you seen a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes wearing a fabulous red number walk by here?"
Lucifer asked this to every other human just to make sure he was on the right path, and he started to get more and more concerned when he realized where you were going. He really wishes he would've chased after you before you got this far.
But he needed to have a long think, and a very hard drink.
She cares about me, Maze.
About time you figured it out.
What do I do?
Go get her.
As Lucifer gets closer to the dirty part of the city he sees you walking his way.
"Y/n!" He smiles and runs up to you, but stops dead in his tracks when he can see you clearly.
Your hair is a mess of knots in every angle possible. Your dress is torn so badly that you have to hold it up. Scratches are up and down your arms. You're walking barefoot because your heels cracked. And your face…
You have bruises on your forehead and nose. Your lip is busted to the point of bleeding, and you have faint, finger like bruises on your neck.
Despite how much pain you were in, you give Lucifer a smirk, "I won."
He runs up to you, takes his jacket off and places it on you. He then picks you up bridal style and walks back to LUX.
You want to protest, but it felt so good to be in his arms that you just wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.
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To your surprise, Lucifer takes you to his penthouse. He sat you on his bed and went to his bathroom. When he came back he carried a first aid kit.
"Figured it'd be a smart move to have one myself now," Lucifer replies to your pointed eyebrow.
He gives you an ice pack to put on your forehead, then he puts first aid cream on each individual scratch along your arms. He rips off a small piece of cloth and sprays peroxide on it. He dabs the cloth on your busted lip, making sure the blood has stopped. After all that he takes the ice pack from you, puts all the first aid supplies away, and pulls a comb out of seemingly thin air.
"Oh you don't have to-"
"Hush." You stay quiet as Lucifer Morningstar brushes the knots out of your hair.
"I'm sorry." You whisper as he gets the last knot out.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for how I...acted," you sigh, "I just...I was jealous." He kneels before you again and takes your hands in his. He runs his thumbs over your swollen knuckles.
"Whatever for?"
"For a lot Lucifer," you huffed a sad laugh, "You saved my life. You trusted me, a street hooker, enough to show your Devil face. You took care of me even after I screamed and clawed at you. You gave me a home."
You rub his hands with your thumbs back, "Through these years you took care of me, and, well, I started to care for you. I started to see the man, Angel, behind the face. I never feel jealous over the ones you bring to bed. I know that's just your lifestyle. But-"
You take a breath in and look down at your jointed hands. You can't look him in the eyes anymore.
"When you met Chloe is when I started feeling jealous. You just seem so...fascinated whenever you talk about her. You're always with her. You're always flirting with her and trying to get her in bed."
You say quietly, "You never flirt with me, truly anyways. You never try to get me in bed with you. You never even tried your trick with me. That just makes me feel…" Lucifer puts a thumb and index finger to your chin and lifts up your head so you can look at him.
"Makes you feel like what, darling?"
"Like I'm not special."
"Oh, y/n," Lucifer starts to caress your cheek and gives you a small smile, "You are incredibly special to me. You accept me while knowing the whole truth. You look out for me. You care about my well being. You. Not my Father or siblings, but a lovely human being who cares for the Devil. I-" but Lucifer's throat closes up, making him unable to continue.
"It's ok Lucifer," you caress him back and smile, "I know these kinds of words, emotions, are hard for you."
"Yes. You do know. So," Lucifer leans forward, centimeters away from your lips, "let me show you my love."
The first kiss is soft, hesitant. You look at each other deeply, and you go back in. You press your lips harder against his, subconsciously telling him it's ok.
He gets the message. His tongue goes over your lips and you open up to him. As you two make out he slowly rises until he's over top of you on the bed and you're lying on your back.
He breaks the kiss to kiss along the bruises on your neck. Then he travels down, slowly. As he kisses down he pulls what's left of your dress with him. He gives chaste kiss down the middle of your chest, your stomach, down one thigh leg foot and goes back up to kiss the other thigh leg foot.
He towers above you and stares. You are bare under him except for a pair of lacy black panties.
"You are truly beautiful, y/n."
"And you are truly wearing too much clothing." Lucifer laughs loudly as you rip open his shirt, not caring that all the buttons fly off.
As soon as he shrugs the shirt off you wrap your arms around his back. While he's still hovering above you you follow the same path of kissing his neck, going slowly down his toned torso, down to the start of his trousers. You lick him with the tip of your tongue from the belt up to his navel, and your core fires up at the shudder his body makes.
He lifts you up by your underarms and moves you further up his bed. He crawls to you and gives another passionate kiss while both his hands massage your breasts. You moan into his mouth when his thumbs gently rub your perk nipples. His mouth leaves yours and latches onto one nipple. He swirls your nipple with the tip of his tongue then sucks, pinching the other nipple. You grip the bed sheets tight when he does the same to the other breast, then he licks one line from your chest down to your panties. He tickles your abdomen with his stubble while his hand rubs you through your underwear.
"Fucking Christ, Lucifer." You pant, "Are you always this much of a tease?"
"No. Most of my companions like to get straight to the point, but you my dear," he pulls your panties down and off your feet. He comes back up slowly and parts your legs. He positions his face in front of your core and his hands hold your thighs back, forcing you to be completely open to him.
"You I want to savor."
As soon as his tongue hits you you moan loudly. You grip his perfect hair as he swirls his tongue inside of you. One hand leaves your thigh so he can put two fingers inside of you, and you force yourself to keep that leg where it was at because you knew he would be pleased.
And pleased he was. He moans into you and rewards you by lightly biting your bud. Your grip on his hair becomes tighter as his fingers work inside of you. His fingers swirl your walls, expanding you. He then curves his fingers and begins to pump. He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly, loving the way your breasts move.
Your head rolls back and your back arches as his pumping increases. Unable to hold your leg anymore you curve it around his head. You pull him closer when you can feel your release creeping up.
But he removes himself from you before you could feel that bliss.
"Oh, fuck you Lucifer Morningstar."
"I hope you will y/n l/n."
He gets off the bed to stand before you. You rest on your elbows and watch with parted lips as he slowly removes his belt and pants.
"Oooh," you lick your lips and smile, "So the Devil does go commando."
"Always." He smirks seductively at you, and you get on your hands and knees and crawl on the bed towards him. You give his member a chaste kiss to the tip, then with the tip of your tongue you lightly lick off the pre cum.
Lucifer moans deeply as you take him inside your mouth. You cover your teeth with your lips and open up your throat, making you able to take his full length. He grips your hair with the same strength as when you gripped his. You bob your head up and down, vibrating for extra texture.
He pulls you off of him sharply and pushes you back. You lay on your back and open your legs wide for him. He settles in between you and you immediately cross your legs around his back. He positions himself at your entrance, then looks deeply into your eyes.
"Don't break eye contact." He orders you. You follow his command as he pushes his tip in. You moan and roll your head back slightly, still able to hold his eyes.
Without warning, he thrusts himself inside of you fully and quickly, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut and roll your head back more, screaming to the heavens.
He attacks your exposed neck with love bites as he thrusts. He leaves a particularly large mark on you, "You are mine, y/n."
"Oh yeah, I can agree to that. But," you raise your head and wrap your arms around his neck. You attack his neck with the same strength, leaving your own sizable mark on him, "Only if you agree to be mine, as well."
"I can agree to those terms."
"Good."
He kisses you passionately as his thrusts increase intensity. You both moan into each others mouth. Reaching closer and closer to your climaxes.
You reach it first, gripping him tightly around his hips and neck as you moaned his name loud enough for the club to hear. He follows you, his hold on your hips leaving finger marks as he empties inside of you.
He lays next to you on his side. He positions your body on your side facing him, still keeping you two connected.
You try to control your panting, caressing his face you look at him with all the affection you can muster.
"I love you, Lucifer."
Surprising you, he caresses your face and stares at you with so much passion that you, even him, didn't think was possible for the Devil.
"And I love you, y/n. Always."
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Devil Caretaker - Lucifer & F!Reader
Request: Anon: Can you make a one shot with Lucifer being the readers boyfriend's and she's been locked in her house for days, she barely moves from the couch, hasn't eaten in a while and Lucifer comes to check on her, she not really responsive and he kinda has to make her eat and gives her a bath (Not anything sexual he's just taking care of her) because she just refuses to get up, and after all that he just holds her while she cries. And just fluff towards the end.
AN: This is dedicated to all those who suffer anxiety/depression, I'm with you. Some days are grey, but it picks up again. Keep on truckin'! I'm always here! AN: Updated August 23rd, 2020 - Grammar. Reupload!
Description: You have it all: dream job as a successful book writer, the best close-knit friends a girl could ask for, and a God damned [literally] beautiful boyfriend. So, why did your depression keep insisting on being a prick?
Rating: Teen Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Swearing
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"Shit."
You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You stare angrily, hoping that would make those dark slithery threads reseed back into the dark corners of your mind.
But of course, it didn't work.
"Why?" You question your ceiling. Your face is turning sad now.
You force yourself out of bed and drag yourself to your bathroom. You throw off your t-shirt and shorts and turn the shower faucet to blasting hot. You step inside and drown yourself in the heat. Your body screams.
Good. Make this feeling go away.
As you wash yourself you think about the amazing night you had.
Lucifer picked you up from your first book signing and took you to LUX, where he planned a surprise celebration party for you. Chloe, Ella, Dan, Linda, Maze, and even your publisher and editor were there to celebrate with you. Since it was such a small group LUX was still open to the public, but your party started before the club opened.
You remembered the feeling of pure joy at seeing your friends all together for you. You remembered the feeling of love you felt for Lucifer for thinking about you so much. You were so happy with your mini family that you didn't even think about the other guests in the building.
But now you were, and try as you might to focus on that love of the night, the hate outgrew it.
Numerous times throughout the night you'd catch hateful glares thrown your way. It was something you were used to whenever you'd hang out with Lucifer during LUX hours.
This time however, you couldn't stop thinking about them.
About the group of girls who gossiped about you. How they can't believe someone like Lucifer would ever be in a relationship with a writer. A nerd.
About the group of men who disapproved of your style, your look. They can't believe a guy like Lucifer would ever sleep with such a "safe" looking woman. How he could be attracted to your non-model body.
About the men and women who blatantly try and try to cut in between you and Lucifer dancing together. How they'd always try to scoot closer and closer to him while you two sat together.
About how Lucifer clearly rejected one girl from trying to sit on him. During then you were filled with pride with how strong your relationship was.
But these dark threads were now pulling up the thought you kept hidden. The thought of how you swore you saw Lucifer look the girl up and down as she swayed away.
You know he didn't, at least not on purpose. It's a natural thing to stare at something attractive to the eye. Hell, you even stared at her.
You know this.
But those fucking dark threads were starting to change what you saw.
You smack your head on the tiled wall. You shut off the water and throw your robe on, not even bothering to dry your body or comb your hair.
You stomp to the kitchen and throw open the cabinets. You grab the first cereal box you see and pour yourself a bowl. You swallow it down quickly, knowing that once the threads take hold it'll be the only thing you eat.
You wash the bowl and walk over to your writing desk. You open up a new word doc and hover your fingers over the keys, hoping something will come to you soon in a last attempt to beat this.
It didn't work.
Your arms fall to your sides. You lean back against your chair and throw your head back. Eyes shut tight, allowing the darkness to take over.
Day 1
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Day 3
You lay in bed. Your blinds and curtains are over the window to keep the space dark. You wake in and out of sleep, getting up only to use the bathroom and drink some water. The rest of the time you lay there staring at the clock, waiting to fall back to sleep.
You check your phone every now and then. Giving normal replies to people so no one would suspect anything.
It took you the longest to reply to Lucifer. The darkness grows stronger as you're filled with self-hatred for lying to him.
But you do it anyways. Giving him the same normal replies with an added emoji here and there.
You hoped he wouldn't suspect anything.
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Day 5
Lucifer is sitting in Ella's lab and just staring at his phone. He doesn't pay attention to whatever crime details Ella and Chloe are discussing. He's too focused on why you haven't been answering your phone.
Unbeknownst to him, the first time you heard your phone ring your anxiety spiked to max and you threw your phone across the room.
"Lucifer?" He looks up to see Chloe and Ella looking at him with concern.
“Have either one of you heard from y/n recently?” he asks. The two women share a look and shake their heads.
“This happens sometimes, Lucifer.” Chloe says.
“What happens?”
“Depression.” Ella sighs, “Swear that stuff is the real Devil.” Lucifer gives her a look.
“She’ll be ok, Lucifer.” Chloe draws his attention back on her, “Just give her some time. She usually comes out of it on her own.”
“But how much time? I haven’t seen or heard her voice in five days already!”
“I usually give her about two weeks before I charge in, but,” Chloe stands before him and puts a hand on his shoulder. She squeezes lightly and gives him a smile, “she has you now. You decide when to charge in and save her.”
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Day 7
You sit on your couch and numbly flick through channels on the TV. You settle for some old black and white show and throw the remote on the coffee table. You curl up into your blanket and just stare at the screen, watching yet not.
Someone knocks on your door and that stirs you alive for a moment, before you settle back into the indent you made in your couch.
I've got no lights on, it's dark. They'll leave when they realize no one is home.
Because in fact, no one is home.
The knocking continues for another minute before it's silent. You take in a breath of relief.
But then the door knob starts to turn.
You hear a familiar whistle, "Dark in here isn't it? Darling, where are you?" You cover yourself more in the covers after hearing your love's voice.
No, please. Not now. You can't see me like this.
He follows the only light source to the living room. He walks into the space and sees the back of your head illuminated by the light from the tv.
"Hmm, terribly gloom in here, darling. That can't be helping." He walks over to your windows, "This should help!" He pulls apart the curtains and opens the blinds to bring in the early afternoon sunlight.
You hiss disapprovingly and hid under the blanket fully. Lucifer has to hold in a laugh at your reaction.
"See? Isn't that better?" You feel the weight of the couch dip next to you indicating he has sat down. You scoot away from him the best you can all wrapped up.
"Come now, love. I haven't seen your face in days!" He goes to unwrap the blanket on top of your head, but your throat makes more sounds of disapproval and you lean away from his touch.
Lucifer wasn't haven't any of it, and there was no way you could fight the strength of the Devil. He unwraps you till your top half is exposed.
You refuse to look him in the eye. You didn't want to see the disgust that just had to be on his face. You haven't washed yourself in days, and knew that your body odor was strong and your hair was all greasy.
But still, Lucifer takes your chin lightly in his fingers to turn your head to him. You take a quick peek at his eyes and your own go wide.
There's no disgust at all, and he's smiling, "There's my beautiful girlfriend."
You still don't give him any kind of response. Your eyes are still wide, but are filling with tears as he runs a palm softly down your face and pushes the oily hair out of your eyes.
He kisses your forehead, "I'm going to make something for you to eat, darling. Here," he takes the remote and flips it to a more modern show, "this will be much more entertaining."
He leaves you alone. The dark threads hold your hands down to stop you from reaching for him. Just seeing him helped you see that small break in the darkness.
Well, he is the Lightbringer.
You turn back to the tv and wipe the wetness from your eyes. These threads weren't ready to let you go so easily. Lucifer realizes this himself when he brings you a sandwich for you and you don't touch it.
He doesn't give up. He cuts the sandwich into tiny cubes and holds one cube at a time to your lips. The shine in his eyes makes you start to tear up again, but it also makes you open your mouth. Little by little, the sandwich is gone and the crack in the darkness grows.
"Good job, love." Lucifer's smile is warm and bright. He gives you another kiss on the forehead then takes the plate to the kitchen to wash it. You then watch him disappear into your bedroom. You can hear water start to run and your heart jumps.
He comes around the corner a few minutes later wearing nothing but one of his fancy silk robes that he left here. He comes over and turns off the tv before looking down at you.
"Ready for a spa treatment, love?" You don't answer, but it seems like he didn't expect an answer. He asks with his hands if he can pick you up, and his smile beams when you remove the blanket from your body and hold your arms up. He picks you up bridal style and walks to the bathroom.
You see he has a bubble bath ready when he drops you to your feet. He helps you undress and get inside the tub. He then removes his robe and sits behind you.
You're worried at first, but when he starts pouring water on your head and scrubs shampoo on your scalp you realize he really is just taking care of you.
Damn it. The waterfall of tears was getting harder to hold back.
You two are in the tub for a good thirty minutes before Lucifer is satisfied. He gets out first then helps you out. He removes the plug in the tub, and you listen to the water running down the pipe as he dries you. He helps you into your robe and sits you down on the toilet. He quickly dries himself and puts on his robe before coming to you with a comb.
It takes a long time for him to get all the knots out, but he never complains. Never comments on it. He just smiles and hums a tune you recognize as one of your favorites as he combs.
Once your hair feels like normal he picks you up, once again bridal style, and lays you on the bed. He walks to the other side and lays down next to you.
You can't take it anymore, "Why?" You croak it out so quietly you think he didn't hear you.
But he's Lucifer, of course he heard, "Why what, darling?"
"Just…" but it's getting harder and harder to speak over the lump in your throat.
Lucifer notices. He lifts your chin up so your eyes can meet, "Darling, I'm here for you whenever and for whatever.  Don't ever feel like you have to go through this feeling alone, or that I would somehow be turned off by it." He gives you a feather light kiss and smiles to you:
"You are my love, my light. No matter the darkness that surrounds you, know that I'll be here for you as your Devil caretaker." He winks at the last part and you can't hold it anymore.
You pull him tight to you. Resting your head under his chin you let the waterfall of tears out. He holds you tight and runs one hand through your hair while the other goes up and down your back.
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The next morning you wake up in the same position.
You pull slightly back to look at Lucifer's sleeping face.
You smile and kiss him awake.
My Lightbringer.
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I’m Sorry - Lucifer & F!Reader
Anon: Hey! Can I request a Lucifer/reader based off the season 4 finale where they have abandonment issues and panic really bad when he tries to leave to return to hell? You know, begging him to stay and not leave. Sobbing and holding onto his jacket, trying everything for him to stay. Just crush my heart even more, please. Thanks!
AN: Updated August 23, 2020 - Grammar. Reupload, and working on a happy part 2 ending!
Description: Lucifer Morningstar is about to become the thing he hates most. A liar.
Rating: Teen Warnings: Angst, Bad Ending
AO3 / Fanfic Net / Wattpad / DeviantArt
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Scared. No wait...more like petrified.
Yes. Petrified. That is what he sees.
That is what he sees fall upon your beautiful face as the room fills with demon possessed dead humans. They grab you. Pull you from him. He looks around to see the demons have killed various ages of humans. The youngest being a pre teen boy who grabs at your face.
Lucifer rises onto the stage. His Devil form out. Ordering the demons to bow down. To leave. Go home.
They do. The bodies fall, and Lucifer can start to smell the blood and fluids from the now truly dead humans.
He looks at you. When your eyes meet you run to him. He jumps down from the stage and catches you in his arms. He spins so your back is to the stage. As he holds you tightly and whispers soothing words, he looks to Mazikeen and Amenadiel.
They see the look in his eyes. Amenadiel understands. Mazikeen wants to fight, but doesn't. Instead, she nods.
Lucifer now focuses all his attention on you. For it will be the last.
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You're standing in LUX's elevator. As it goes up you pick at the bandages on your arm.
Chloe ordered everyone but you to leave before the officers came. You stayed to tell a story and get your wounds checked, but you couldn't wait to get back to Lucifer.
Today has been the worst of your life, and that's saying a lot considering your past. You just wanted to hold him. Your safety Devil.
The elevator bings and opens its doors. You step out, look around, and see Lucifer leaning over his balcony.
"Lucifer!" You smile to his back and walk up to him.
"Is everything alright?" He doesn't turn around to face you.
"Yeah, the mass religious group suicide story worked. Unfortunately, of course, it's believable."
"Are you alright?" He still won't look at you.
You become concerned, "Yeah, Lucifer. I'm ok. Just a few scratches. Lucifer?" You touch his shoulder, making him finally turn around. You caress his arm down to his hand, "Are you alright?" You use his question against him.
Lucifer's face is drawn in complete sorrow. He doesn't return your touch, "I have to go back, darling."
"Go back?" You're confused.
"I've been away for too long. It's apparent now that they can't be controlled without a leader."
Controlled? They? Your confusion continues to show on your face. Lucifer lets air out through his nose. He finally caresses your face.
"They need me back. Their King."
The realization, and terror, that crosses your face breaks his heart.
"You're...you're not saying what I think you are, right?" Your voice starts to shake.
"They've left for now, but they'll come back. Eventually. You...all of you are in danger, and I'm the only one who can protect you."
"Protect me here." You grab both of his hands, "You can do that here. I can help. We can protect everyone here."
He shakes his head, "No, darling. I have to go back."
"NO!" Your hands take hold of his suit jacket and buttoned shirt, determined to never let go.
"Y/N-"
"You can't, Lucifer! You promised!" You're crying and full on shaking now, "You promised to not be like all the others! You promised!"
Lucifer knew this would be difficult, for both of you. But he didn't expect this pain. This ungodly pain in his chest. You truly have taken his heart and soul.
He pries your hold off his clothes. He watches as your arms fall to your sides in defeat, "My darling Y/N…"
"Please Lucifer…" you choke out. You lift your tear stricken face to look at him, "Please, don't do this to me. To us."
"I love you." You cry out your confession. Lucifer takes hold of your face and tries, fruitlessly, to wipe away the downpour from your eyes.
"I never imagined that I could find this happiness. I never expected it. Lovely Y/N," his voice cracks, "Eve...nor even Chloe, could give me this feeling. It's all you, darling. My first and only." He can't say the words back. If he does that'll be the end of it. He'll selfishly stay and watch the world burn.
You know this. Can tell when you see his eyes start to water.
You both lean into each other, and kiss. The softest kiss Lucifer had ever received.
Unfortunately, it's another sad one to add to your list. A list you thought had stopped for good.
"Please." You beg as he pulls away.
"I'm sorry." He steps away from you and moves his shoulders to reveal his beautiful pearly white wings.
But you don't see them. You keep your eyes closed, for it would be just too much to watch him disappear. The air lifts around you. You hear one single flap of wings, then the air grows scarcely still, and everything is silent.
You open your eyes and fall on the balcony floor. You curl into a fetal position. You cry, you scream.
You're alone. Always, and truly, alone.
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