@deadcatwithaflamethrower I was just linked this and I felt you needed to see it. I cannot stop laughing and I’m wheezing from the effort of trying to stop.
Something I wish had been expanded on - though I'm glad it wasn't, really, because how long could I have dealt with them being apart? - was how Lucifer helped Chloe from Hell by sending a demon up to pass on info via possession.
And now I'm thinking of a non-canon 5+1 fic . . . 5 Times Lucifer Consulted from Hell (and One Time He Delivered the Message Himself) - I'm just imagining Chloe's reactions from first possession through the fifth and then her reaction when he shows up in the flesh.
Maybe after S6 drops I'll have the wherewithal to write it. 🤔
This snippet has been kicking around my brain for too long. Maybe it'll find its way into an actual fic some day:
Chloe was sprawled across the couch with her feet in Lucifer's lap and a half-full glass of wine loosely held in her fingers as he gently rubbed her feet.
"Keith Richards?"
He hummed and nodded. "I met him in the early 60s. Lovely fellow. Mick, too. But, no, no favors there."
Chloe brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. "Jimmy Hendrix?"
Lucifer laughed. "Funny you should go there. Yes, that was a favor and Keith actually helped. Well, sort of. His girlfriend did. Convinced an up and coming manager to give him a listen and the rest was history."
She loved his stories and they'd somehow gotten on the topic of musical favors. Trying to guess which artists he had helped along the way had now somehow become a game.
"Hmmm," she tapped her fingernails against the glass while she thought of her next guess. "Prince?"
Lucifer stopped rubbing her foot and leveled her with a stare, one elegant eyebrow raised. "Not even close." He snorted out a laugh. "Every ounce of that man's talent and success was 100% Dad-given."
A fic idea hit me on the drive into work thanks to Bruno Mars' "It Will Rain" . . . post 5b, something/someone (end times cult, maybe?) convinces Chloe to break things off with Lucifer (for his/Trixie’s safety?) which sends him into a spiral and his emotions manifest as natural disasters (unending rain, tremors, etc.) which threaten humanity. Chloe's motivations are kept from Lucifer in spite of his blooming omnis because he promised to not use them on her and won't break that promise. Chaos ensues . . . 🤔
I've seen posts here and there about ffnet dying a slow death. I got a wild hair a few months back and decided to copy everything I've got over there to my PC for reformatting and posting to AO3. I'm glad I did! 24 fics written for 5 different fandoms from 2000 to 2009 . . . I'd be devastated if I lost it all. So I have a few days off coming up in June and I'm planning on using them to reformat and upload.
While I was saving all these fics, I pulled out my old editing notebook to see what I had last worked on. (I like to write on PC then print to edit by hand - it's easier for me, I guess.) There were three fics - two of which that were *finished* - that I'd never posted! So I'll dust and polish those and put them out there for the world to see, too.
what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience
what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms
I've had this in a draft folder since last October. As scenes pop into my head, I'll sometimes write them down to be later incorporated into fics. This particular scene came to me as I was thinking about the 5a finale and Lucifer's hesitation with telling Chloe that he loves her.
Now that the 5b trailer has dropped and there's the tease of him saying that he *can't* say those three words because it would be a lie? Well, I just hope that scene plays out like what I wrote in October . . .
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"Lucifer, no, it's okay. It wasn't fair of me to try to force you into saying something you don't want to say. I let Michael get inside my head and . . ." Chloe stopped and bit her lip, swallowing around the lump in her throat. His back was still to her as he leaned on the balcony railing so she reached out, lay a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "I'm so sorry."
He tensed under her touch and she pulled back when he turned to face her. "You have nothing for which to apologize," he said. "But I do need to explain. Please. Let me."
She nodded, pulling in a steadying breath before holding her head up to face him.
He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled softly. "Chloe, I don't lie. You know that. And the truth is, I can't tell you I love you because I don't."
Chloe's heart seized in her chest as the sucker-punch of his words stole her breath. "Oh." She backed up a step, wobbling slightly on weak legs. "I . . . I see." She swallowed thickly and blinked back the tears. "I'll just," she lamely pointed over her shoulder toward the door. "I'll just go, then."
She turned around, her only thought to get away when his hand firmly grasped her wrist.
"You misunderstand," he said, gently pulling her back toward him. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him, again, and she relented, having no fight left in her.
"I've been thinking about the concept of love," he began, his eyes boring into hers. "I can say that I love a good scotch. I love to play the piano. I especially love the feel of a well-tailored suit. But, Chloe . . ." He shook his head and smiled. "To put you in the same category as these things? Impossible. I don't simply love you, Chloe. I adore you."
It took a moment for it to register. Relief flooded through her and she fell against him, flinging her arms around his neck. He pulled her tightly to him, crushing her in his embrace. "I will forever absolutely and unrepentantly adore you," he whispered into her ear.
He pulled back and held her face in his hands, locking eyes with her, again. "Love is too weak a word to define what I feel for you."
She nodded and smiled, her heart melting when he smiled at her in return. Then his lips were on hers, soft and chaste at first, then open and demanding and she melted into him, opening up to him and delving into his mouth as he tangled his fingers in her hair.