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I went to my last day of the rodeo last night, so I am back and ready to do replies! Sorry for the delay!!!

Le Trocadéro sous la neige. | The Trocadéro garden under the snow. Photo: Nathaly Geffroy.

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Fic prompt: Chloe and Ella get a shocking glimpse of what Lucifer's childhood must have been like when they enter the precinct's break room to find Lucifer being held up by the neck by his mother after mouthing off to her earlier. They try to comfort him and try to make him see that this behavior is not normal.

Chloe and Ella could definitely help! 

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IG: hellyluv

(shipping anon) I missed the tags but OMG another autistic mun with an autistic muse. We're everywhere these days and I love it. You keep doing what you're doing, also I definitely headcanoned her as on the spectrum even before and it's great seeing someone else do that too :)

I actually just came back from doing an annual panel on autism! I love advocacy and writing autistic characters. It's a passion of mine

Before she could realize what was happening, Maze and Lucifer were gone. She let out a scream as she touched the pool of blood where Maze's body had been. "No. NO!" She punched the ground hard enough to make herself bleed before rocking back and forth again, her whole body shaking.

Those five minutes felt like hours, her body covered with scratches and red marks from where she'd pinched and cut herself with her fingernails. She didn't say anything as he set her down, her face blank as she looked down at Maze's body. It was a look Lucifer had never seen before, all of the life and joy that made Ella, well, Ella, was gone.

It took her a moment to realize it was Maze's voice, and she immediately wrapped herself around her, shaking all over as she buried her face in Maze's chest. "Maze," she whispered, holding on tightly, refusing to let go of her again.

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

Ella froze when he told her to give him the body, her arms wrapped tight around Maze, even her face covered with Maze’s blood now. “No, don’t… don’t take her from me, she whispered, running a hand through the demon’s matted hair, a gentle hand stroking her cheek. Slowly, her grip loosened as her hope faded away, too upset to comprehend what Lucifer was saying. “Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora…” She sang a lullaby softly, as if singing her to sleep, her voice breaking as she slowly laid Maze on the ground

Clara y sonora

Ruiseñor que en la selva

Cantando y llora

Calla mientras la cu

“I will bring her back,” He said to her. He could feel her slipping away. “Ella, please,” he forced the last word out of his mouth, trying his hardest not to snap. He was running out of time. When she let go he moved at the same moment and pulled Maze into his arms. His wings unfurled from his back and he was gone in an instant. 

And then he was back five minutes later panting as he fell to his knees on the pavement, Maze in his arms. He set her down carefully on the pavement, his head hanging, hair completely disheveled. What was mere minutes up here was decades down in Hell. “I found…” he cleared his throat, “I found her…door, she….had a door.” He looked at Maze who was still. “Only creatures with souls get a door…” he looked at Ella as he lifted his hand, a bright light between his fingers. He pushed it into her ribs, and Maze jolted like she’d been struck by lightning, gasping as she blinked and looked around.

“What the Hell…” Maze said quietly.

Ella froze when he told her to give him the body, her arms wrapped tight around Maze, even her face covered with Maze's blood now. "No, don't... don't take her from me, she whispered, running a hand through the demon's matted hair, a gentle hand stroking her cheek. Slowly, her grip loosened as her hope faded away, too upset to comprehend what Lucifer was saying. "Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora..." She sang a lullaby softly, as if singing her to sleep, her voice breaking as she slowly laid Maze on the ground

Clara y sonora

Ruiseñor que en la selva

Cantando y llora

Calla mientras la cu

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

“Don’t lie to me to make me feel better. Don’t lie to me again,” she whispered, shaking her head as she rocked back and forth, one hand pulling at her hair. “She’s gone. She’s fucking gone,” she hit him hard in the chest with her fists. “I… I’m never gonna see her again. She’s gone forever.”

Lucifer grunted when she hit his chest and he shook his head, “I don’t lie,” he said through his teeth. “I didn’t lie before, and I’m not lying now,” he snapped. “Now stop this, and give me her body,” he gestured to it as he held out his arms. “Miss Lopez, I need you to trust me….I want her back just as badly as you do.” They’d been with each other for eons, and been with each other in every sense of the word. “Give me her body.”

(shipping anon) well ow, that hurts. I love it, 10/10 angst

Not sure if you read the tags, but my Ella is autistic and she's currently stress stimming the same way I do. Just to give you an idea, I've drawn blood, ripped out hair, and left marks on my skin that last for days. That's where Ella is at right now

"Don't lie to me to make me feel better. Don't lie to me again," she whispered, shaking her head as she rocked back and forth, one hand pulling at her hair. "She's gone. She's fucking gone," she hit him hard in the chest with her fists. "I... I'm never gonna see her again. She's gone forever."

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

Ella cried out as he took her hand, trying to pull away as if he had just burned her, before suddenly grabbing and squeezing as tightly as she could. She kept squeezing and releasing as she rocked, looking down at Maze. “I should’ve done something. I should’ve…” She didn’t even register what Lucifer was saying, just crying into his chest. “I need her, Luce. I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her.”

“There was nothing you could have done…” he whispered when she turned into his chest. Lucifer furrowed his brows again as the feeling tugged a little more. “Miss Lopez….Ella,” he tried again. “I…I think I…feel her,” he looked off into the distance, almost like he was seeing through the Earthly plane. “She’s….” He squinted, tilting his head like he was listening, “I can feel her.” Hope had his heart slamming in his chest.

Ella cried out as he took her hand, trying to pull away as if he had just burned her, before suddenly grabbing and squeezing as tightly as she could. She kept squeezing and releasing as she rocked, looking down at Maze. "I should've done something. I should've..." She didn't even register what Lucifer was saying, just crying into his chest. "I need her, Luce. I can't lose her. I can't lose her."

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

Ella flinched when he touched her, for the first time refusing to accept him reaching out to her. “No. No she can’t just stop existing. She acted so human. How can she not have a soul?” She sobbed, burying her face in Maze’s shoulder, her hand opening and closing at a rapid pace. “That’s not fair. I… I can’t… I love her, Luce. I fucking love her,” she was hyperventilating, unable to stop shaking. With a flat palm, she began to repeatedly hit herself in the head, trying to calm herself down, a painful sounding smack coming with each hit.

Lucifer actually felt a sting when Ella turned from him. And then she started hitting herself. “No, no, Miss Lopez, please,” he murmured as he reached out and took hold of her hand. “Stop, please…you can’t hurt yourself because of this. She…she wouldn’t want you to do that…She-,” he froze, his brows furrowing. He felt something, some sense in the back of his head. Almost like a pulling. He turned his back and looked around, “How…I can feel her….” His voice was filled with disbelief.

Ella flinched when he touched her, for the first time refusing to accept him reaching out to her. "No. No she can't just stop existing. She acted so human. How can she not have a soul?" She sobbed, burying her face in Maze's shoulder, her hand opening and closing at a rapid pace. "That's not fair. I... I can't... I love her, Luce. I fucking love her," she was hyperventilating, unable to stop shaking. With a flat palm, she began to repeatedly hit herself in the head, trying to calm herself down, a painful sounding smack coming with each hit.

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

“No. No, you said you’d never lie to me. She’s not gone! Why would you say that?” She refused to let go of Maze, just rocking in place, her hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small box. “No, Maze, I… I’ve got something for you. See? Just open your eyes and look,” she whispered, opening it to show her the ring inside. Her hands clenched and unclenched, fingernails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. “No. Lucifer, she… she can’t just be gone. People don’t just stop existing! God… God wouldn’t do that. No… no, I can’t. I’ll… I’ll see her again. When I’m gone, I’ll get to see her. Right Lucifer?” She looked up at him, broken, begging him to fix it. She slowly slid the ring onto the corpse’s finger.

Lucifer felt his heart go up into his throat and then bile after, causing him to swallow thickly. “Ella, I didn’t lie to you…I hoped she wouldn’t…” get hurt. Die. He let the words hang in the air between them. He reached out and set his hand on her shoulder. “She…wasn’t made by God,” he shook his head. “I made her and the Devil…can’t make souls…” he explained. “Unless one has a soul…one doesn’t get to go one way or the other…one just…stops existing,” his voice broke on the last word.

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Ella's face fell slightly when he didn't accept the hug she was offering, her arms dropping to her sides. "Eleanor hired me from LAPD. She figured you guys could use some help since one of your members is missing. I'm a forensic biologist. I've worked crime scenes involving animal trafficking and animal abuse as well as body decomposition involving animal attacks," she said, holding out a hand and waiting for Mitch to shake it.

The brunette was a petite nerdy looking girl with jeans, a t-shirt, and hoodie with large glasses that framed her big dark eyes. Despite being thirty, she looked more like an excited sophomore college student doing her first lab. Her ponytail was high, keeping her hair away from her face, and she had a brightness to her that seemed to never fade away.

"I actually took your animal pathology class at UCLA a few years ago. It was really interesting. And then I also read one of your papers on feline leukemia in zoos. It was really well done," she said before looking around the lab with wide eyes, moving to look at each piece of equipment more closely. "So this really is where the magic happens," she said to herself, taking it all in.

"I also used to steal cars, if that helps. So, y'know, if you need a getaway vehicle out in the field, in your girl," she said, biting her lip. "If it makes you feel any better about me being here, my girlfriend didn't really want me to come either."

(Season 1 Mitch please?) Ella stepped on board the plane, biting her lip as she walked towards the lab, wearing a t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans. She approached the scruffy looking man at one of the tables. "Mitch, right? I'm Ella, you're new assistant," she said brightly, opening her arms up for a hug

Memeless   ||   Accepting

              The team had just gotten back from Canada with the leopard, tested the cure for it to only fail. The gene had already entered a second stage of mutation. Not only did he lost Jamie - when she was right there, but also the cure she sacrificed herself for. Needless to say, both loses pushed Mitch over the edge, causing the scientist to simply give up.

              He had to talk to his daughter, to make sure she was safe and to keep his mind off of all the seemingly impossible tasks at hand. He did just that, once inside their new plane, Mitch video called his daughter, Clem.

              Only moments after he ended the call, he heard footsteps echoing in the hall, towards the lab. He turned his head, averting his gaze from the computer screen just as the unfamiliar female approached him. ‘New assistant?’ He wasn’t told of this, why the hell would he need an assistant, especially now?

              "New.. Assistant?“ The scientist stood, his brows furrowed with a look of complete puzzlement. "I was never told of this. Who hired you? Eleanor?” A new assistant wasn’t part of the deal, oh no, it was far from it. The deal was Mitch would return only if she agreed to send a search team for Jamie. If they didn’t find her, then she will send another and another until Jamie is returned to him. When she was brought home

"No. No, you said you'd never lie to me. She's not gone! Why would you say that?" She refused to let go of Maze, just rocking in place, her hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small box. "No, Maze, I... I've got something for you. See? Just open your eyes and look," she whispered, opening it to show her the ring inside. Her hands clenched and unclenched, fingernails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. "No. Lucifer, she... she can't just be gone. People don't just stop existing! God... God wouldn't do that. No... no, I can't. I'll... I'll see her again. When I'm gone, I'll get to see her. Right Lucifer?" She looked up at him, broken, begging him to fix it. She slowly slid the ring onto the corpse's finger.

ella-lopez-of-las-vegas:

Ella smiled softly as she stroked the demon’s cheek, not ready to give up hope. “Come on, Mazey. Just… Just wake up. It’s gonna be okay. It’s okay,” she whispered, her clothing soaked in red. “You… You told me she won’t die. You… you can just go get her soul from hell or something, Luce,” she shook slightly, rocking Maze in her arms. “Wake up, baby. Just come back. I love you.”

Lucifer swallowed thickly as he reached out, wanting to try and comfort her, but he didn’t touch her. He sighed, “I….lied,” he murmured. “I didn’t lie, I hoped that she wouldn’t, I didn’t think she would I..” he pulled in a breath, though it didn’t seem to fill his lungs or relax him. He felt like he was drowning. He rubbed his hand at his chest, hoping to ease the feeling that was behind his ribs. He felt like he was being eaten alive. “She��s a demon, Ella, she….doesn’t have a soul…I can’t…I can’t bring her back….She’s…gone.”