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The Last of Our Kind

Word Count: 1906

Pairings: 10th Doctor x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: Request from @imaginesfire, and hello everyone! Contrary to popular belief I am in fact still alive lol, I've missed you all!

Summary: That little spike in energy, that small blip that hardly lasted a minute. It was such a small reading, something the TARDIS only picked up every so often. It really shouldn't bother him as much as it did. But then one day the signal stayed, and the answer wasn't anything like he expected.

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"Doctor, what's this blinking thing on the screen?"

The Doctor glanced up at his companion, who stared at the small monitor on the control console. He didn't need to look to know exactly what she was talking about. That annoying reading, that'd given him a great many headaches. There one minute and gone the next. He'd stop looking when it did appear.

Of course, Donna didn't know any of that, and her inquisitive demeanor had him acknowledging that inconvenient dot once more. Of course Donna, being the stubborn human she was, didn't pay any mind to his silence, repeating her question once more, a bit louder this time.

"Doctor, what's this dot mean?"

"Just a blip." He sighed dismissively, turning a dial.

Donna made a face as the TARDIS

jerked, and she leaned against the console as she placed a hand on her hip.

"I can see that, I asked what it means, you dolt." She huffed.

She didn't miss the slight twitch in his eye as he muttered an answer under his breath, flipping a small switch. Donna stood up straighter, frowning a bit.

"What?"

"I don't know!" The Doctor repeated, louder, with more irk.

"You don't know?" Donna snorted, convinced he was joking, until she noticed how hard he was trying to ignore her.

"You're serious? Mister, I know everything in the universe? You really don't know?"

The Doctor said nothing, and Donna looked back towards the blip on the screen, blinking steadily.

"Is it something dangerous?" She asked.

No answer, although when had that ever deterred her before?

"Something exciting?"

The Doctor sighed, turning his attention to the very talkative red head in his company.

"It doesn't matter, it'll be gone soon. A glitch."

Donna couldn't help but smile when she saw how frustrated it seemed to make him.

"You don't know, and that just eats you up, doesn't it? Why not find out then?"

"It doesn't stay long enough to get a lock on it. Why must you ask so many questions about it?"

Donna sighed, motioning to the screen with irritation.

"Because the bloody thing won't stop blinking, it's downright annoying."

The Doctor froze, quickly pushing Donna out of the way to look at the screen himself.

"It's still there..."

"Yeah, I just said that, didn't I? Have you got space dust in your ears?"

"Donna, it's still there, why is it still there? It's never still here."

It was a wonder the Doctor didn't feel the exasperation rolling off her.

"You're the alien, you tell me."

And then he was grinning, that grin that promised trouble, the one that always made Donna wish she'd worn better shoes for running.

You hadn't actually meant to stop on this planet, at least not during this particular moment in time. Although there wasn't anything wrong with this time, it just wasn't the date you were hoping for. You stepped out of your time machine, although now it more resembled a small shop, nestled between some substantial larger buildings.

"How quaint, I rather like this look." You smiled, studying the exterior before turning to continue on your way.

You were about halfway down the street and nearly out of the small village when you heard a faint vworp noise. You paused a moment, glancing back towards your disguised shop. But it didn't move, it wasn't drifting or even fading, and you never left the brakes on when it wasn't in park. That wasn't to say you didn't occasionally forget, which is why you knew that sound. Of course, that begged the question.

If it wasn’t your TARDIS, who's was it?

The first thing The Doctor noticed when he stepped out was the lack of buildings. He distinctly remembered there being large cities the last time he visited. Although that was many years in the future. When Donna stepped out, though, she was wearing a rather large sun hat, humorous enough to make The Doctor give her a second glance.

"What have you got on your head?"

"We're in the country! This sun is damaging, I'm protecting my youthful glow."

"It's awful." He said bluntly.

"It's cute." Donna disagreed, a little aggressively.

The Doctor opened his mouth to make a comment on the human specie's need for maintaining appearances, but then he noticed the girl circling his TARDIS and he paused to stare. Donna frowned, turning her head to look at what had grabbed his attention.

"Look at this color, I love this shade of blue!"

You paid no mind to the two people openly staring at you. The strange appearance of this TARDIS captivated your attention, and you ran your fingers over the blue wood.

"Oi! What're you doing?" Donna called, crossing her arms.

You finally turned your attention to them, words briefly failing you when you saw the size of the hat on her head.

"That's very lovely...very... uh, very big?"

"Like the hats the New New Yorkers used to wear during their not so great height of fashion." The Doctor chuckled.

"Oh that was a dreadful era, I skipped it, remember those coats that looked like they were made of pool noodles?" You laughed.

The Doctor snorted, grimacing at the memory.

"But the hats, oh goodness, those awful things."

Donna grumbled a little, taking the hat off her head, tossing it to the ground.

"Alright, I can take a hint! You tasteless species can enjoy each other's company!"

The Doctor frowned when she began to walk off towards the small village.

"Where are you going?" He called after her.

"To buy a decent sized hat!"

You took her place beside the tall man, watching her ginger hair disappear into the crowd of people on the streets.

"I like her spunk."

The Doctor glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and you gave him a grin, before returning to your inspection of his ship.

"It's very out of place here, isn't it? A blue box in an open field. Is the chameleon circuit out?"

You received no reply, he was too stunned to say anything.

"You could fix it."

The provoked a response, a rather defensive one.

"What's wrong with the police box? You don't like it? I like it."

You turned your head to look at him, smiling a bit.

"Then leave it be, if you like it, what everyone else thinks doesn't matter. It's your TARDIS after all."

That caught his attention, and he seemed ready to bombard you with questions about your uncanny knowledge. Until your eyes widened, and you were speaking before he could get a single syllable out.

"You're the blip on my screen!" You accused, pointing a finger at him.

He sputtered a bit before pointing back at you, all his questions forgotten.

"No, no. You're the blip on my screen!"

You shook your head, and he pulled out a strange looking device, scanning you with it.

"Is that a sonic?"

The Doctor didn't reply, too shocked to say anything, standing there in complete disbelief.

"You're a Time Lord..."

"I like yours, mine's seen better days." You hummed, pulling out a sonic of your own, although yours was in a bit of disrepair.

You attempted to show him, but your carefree smile disappeared when you saw the look he was giving you. The pain in his eyes, the way he stared at you as if you'd simply vanish.

"How are you here? How did you escape the war?"

You didn't answer, instead holding out your hands to him. He looked at it confused, and you wiggled your fingers a bit.

"Well, come on, don't leave me hanging here."

After a brief moment of hesitation, he placed his hands in yours, and you guided his hands to your temples.

"Go ahead. It's a long story, it'll be quicker this way."

He looked apprehensive for a few seconds before the familiar pressure of someone shifting through your memories began to give you a headache. You blocked off memories you didn't want him to see, memories he didn't need to know about. When he finally got his answers, finally pulled his hands back, he was satisfied, and you were left rubbing your temples to embed the growing headache.

"The end of the universe, must have been very lonely." It was all the comfort he offered.

You laughed lightly, giving him a gentle smile.

"Not as lonely as thinking you were the last."

He grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his trench coat as he rocked on his heels a bit.

"Poked around a bit in my mind too, did you?"

"Using telepathy is like using a door, it can go both ways."

His smile widened.

"You've been a pain in my ass for months you know, popping up on my screen, my monitor beeps, loudly." You scolded him, although your gleeful smile didn't match your tone.

"Me!? You've been showing up on mine for years! Couldn't get a lock on you though, you blink out my time too fast."

"Well of course! There's so much to see, how could I stay in one place for long? So little time to travel it all, or perhaps too much time."

He grinned, eager to talk to you, to hear your adventures. You rocked back and forth on your feet, rambling on, as he hung on to every word.

"Have you ever been to Midnight? I heard about this one passenger, he saved a shuttle that was heading to the falls but never made it. I've been meaning to go but haven't yet, don't think I will now though."

The two of you had begun to talk, sitting in front of his TARDIS on the grass. Exchanging stories of the adventures and misadventures each of you had. Although his sounded far grander than your own.

"Well isn't this a lovely sight, here you two are, on your butts while I've been on my feet all day. Lazy sort aren't you?"

Donna's voice caught both of yours attention, and The Doctor scrambled to his feet.

"Donna! Meet Y/N! She's a Time Lord! Or Lady, I suppose." The Doctor proudly introduced you with a little Ta-Da motion.

"Oh, I'm fine with either really." You said as you stood to your feet as well, albeit more gracefully than the Doctor had.

"You mean she's one of you?"

The Doctor nodded.

"Great, just what the universe needs, more of you. You don't go around kidnapping brides too, do you, Martian girl?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking a little confused.

"I'm not... I'm not a martian, we're-"

The Doctor made a face, motioning for you not to start that particular argument. Donna ignored your interrupted protest, glancing around.

"Where's your box, then?" She asked.

You couldn't help but laugh lightly as the Doctor scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"They don't all look like that, his circuit is broken."

Your eyes suddenly lit up, and you began to walk towards the town.

"But you've got to see what it disguised it's as this time! I love it! I'm considering breaking my circuit as well!"

For a moment, the two of them watched you walk off, before beginning to trail behind you. Donna nudged the Doctor as they walked, giving him a sly look.

"You seem happy space man, planning on following her over the universe for a while?"

The Doctor smiled, watching you ramble on, using your hands to emphasize your words, a pep in your step.

"Ah, well... maybe for a bit."

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ayanna-wild · 3 years

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Hey there! Got myself a Tumblr and here I am! Just going around to tell the two people I know are on Tumblr XD

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He's The Devil You Know?

Word Count: 1326

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader, Platonic John Constantine x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence, John and Lucifer just should not be in the same room together

A/N: Request from wattpad, Lucifer and Constantine crossover. Tag List and Requests are open

Summary: You were fond of your new life, loved the people you'd met and the man who stole your heart. Unfortunately an old and dear friend rolls into town, and he doesn't exactly approve of your relationship with the devilish club owner.

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It'd started as a regular night, you hung towards the back of the club, watching the people enjoy themselves and let loose the stress from their week. You'd be drinking yourself, but you had just gotten done singing and preferred the soothing taste of water then the burn of alcohol at the moment.

"That was quite a show you put on love, haven't heard you sing like that in years."

You almost didn't believe the voice you were hearing, mostly for the fact you hadn't heard it in years, at least not in person. However, when you turned around there he stood, trench coat and all. Your smile lit up your eyes, and you pulled him in for a hug.

"Constantine, you relentless bastard, it's good to know you're not pushing up daisies."

He chuckled hugging you back before you took a step back, holding him at arms length to look him over.

"You look good."

"Likewise love, seems you're doing well for yourself here."

You smiled a bit, shrugging as you motioned for a bartender to bring him a drink.

"I'm happy if that's what you're getting at."

"No chance you'll be coming back home then? Could always use a hand with some jobs."

You shook your head, thanking the hostess who handed John his drink.

"This is my home now, besides my boyfriend wouldn't be to keen on me putting myself in mystical situations where the chance of me dying is higher than the chance of me living."

John raised his eyebrows as he took a drink.

"Boyfriend eh? And will I be getting a chance to meet this mystery man who's got you so smitten?"

You looked around the club, trying to see if you could spot him through the crowd of people.

"He's around here somewhere."

John hummed a little, glancing around the club himself, but you noticed his was a more calculating look.

"You seem on edge John, something I should know?"

He turned his attention back to you, frowning a bit.

"Have you considered a different job? Maybe something far away from this hellish place?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his choice in words, going to ask what he meant by that, but another voice silenced you before you could get a word out.

"Y/N darling! You'll never believe this delicious concoction the bartender just made it's marvelous!"

You smiled brightly as Lucifer wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding the strangely colored drink up.

"I'm considering adding it to the menu, it's truly wonderful, would you care for a sip?"

"Maybe later, I'm actually talking to an old friend right now." You motioned to John and Lucifer finally seemed to notice him.

Although neither of their reactions were anything you expected. John looked pale as a ghost, while Lucifer was grinning devilishly.

"Well, well, if it isn't John Constantine, and in my club no less, this certainly is a surprise."

You glanced between the two of them confused.

"You know each other?"

"Oh yes, Johnny boy and I go way back, isn't that right John?"

John stammered a moment, before straightening his back and giving Lucifer a cold look.

"Unfortunately, and I never should have helped you, or that demon." John snapped.

"Oh come now, I helped you in return, we're even now are we not? No need for such hostility, certainly not in front of my darling songbird here." Lucifer scolded, but his smile remained firmly planted on his lips.

John cast you a worried glance and his hand twitched to pull you away from the devil beside you.

"It's not safe to be around him love, you don't know what he really is."

You couldn't help but tilt your head a little, frowning a bit.

"Of course I do."

That provoked a very shocked reaction from John and a rather amused chuckle from Lucifer.

"I... I'm not sure you do love, or you wouldn't be standing so close to him."

You placed a hand on Lucifer's chest as he pulled you closer to him.

"John, this is the boyfriend I was telling you about, I'd introduce the two of you, but that doesn't seem necessary."

John's face went blank, and you uttered his name a few times concerned. Lucifer laughed snapping his fingers in front of John's face.

"Oh dear, I think we broke him darling."

John slapped Lucifer'a hand away scowling at him while the devil simply laughed.

"You're not really dating this lunatic are you?" John finally spoke.

Lucifer scoffed at the insult, but John paid him no mind, focusing solely on you.

"He's the devil you know, king of hell, prince of darkness, Satan?"

"Yes John, I know." You sighed.

"Then what the bloody hell are you thinking!?"

Lucifer frowned at John's shout, and took a step forward but your hand on his chest halted any further movements.

"I'm thinking I've been with this man for the last two years, and you're not about to come here and suddenly convince me he's evil."

"He's the actual devil."

"I believe that's been established, are you having trouble remembering things Johnny? Aging can be so taxing on one's mind. Not that I'd know mind you." Lucifer smirked.

You lightly hit Lucifer's chest, giving him a pointed look as you pulled away.

"Well this has been a really fun conversation..." Your voice dripped sarcasm.

"But now I need a drink now, so play nice while I'm gone boys."

You walked away, and they waited until you were out of sight before rounding on each other. Lucifer handed his now empty glass off to a hostess walking by.

"What's your game here? After her soul?"

Lucifer laughed, placing his hands in his pockets.

"You know I care very little about human souls John, and while I'm sure you'd like to think this is some sort of game, I assure you that's not the case. But what about you? How do you know her so very well it seems?"

Lucifer's smile was full of amusement and John took a weary step back.

"She's like a sister to me, I've known her for years, and I'm not about to let you hurt her."

That struck a nerve with the vacationing king of hell and his amused smile vanished.

"I've no intention of hurting her you blubbering buffoon! But this aimless bickering will, so I suggest you accept the fact that she's an adult capable of making her own decisions and enjoy the rest of your time with her."

Lucifer smiled at you, waving as you began to walk back over. John narrowed his eyes looking over at Lucifer.

"That almost sounded like a threat there mate."

Lucifer kept smiling at you, but his next words were cold.

"Oh but it was. If you do anything to upset her tonight, to take away that smile I try so hard to keep on her delectable lips..."

He turned to John when you looked away from him, his smile gone as he grabbed the exorcist's coat.

"I'll reconsider my opinion on killing humans and take an especially keen interest in your soul, do we understand each other?"

John wordlessly nodded, his face pale with fear as Lucifer's eyes flashed red. Lucifer released him just as you reached them, you handed your devilish lover a drink as you looked between the two of them.

"Everything okay?"

Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist glancing towards John from the corner of his eye.

"I think we've come to an understanding, isn't that right Johnny?"

John cleared his throat, smoothing out his coat.

"No problem here love, excuse me a tick will you, I think I need something a bit stronger." He flashed you a grin before turning on his heel.

You watched your friend hurry towards the bar, and you leaned into Lucifer's side.

"You threatened him, didn't you?"

Lucifer gave you a charming smile as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

"Just a bit."

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ayanna-wild · 3 years

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Devil Don't Go

Word Count: 1679

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, violence, sad fluff, fluff, mentions of drowning, near death experiences

A/N: Request from Wattpad

Summary: This case should have been open and shut, it wasn’t supposed to go this way.

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Your world was spinning, well more accurately you were spinning, in a chair at the LAPD. To be even more accurate Lucifer was spinning you. The case you had agreed to help Chloe with had hit a snag, and every lead you thought you had was coming up a dead end. Which is why you were sitting in a chair, letting your devilish companion lazily twirl you around.

"I still say the manager of the victim's store seemed rather suspicious, are you sure we can't question him again?"

You hung your head back staring at the ceiling, thankful he wasn't spinning you fast enough to make you dizzy.

"He lawyered up, besides he had an alibi."

Lucifer huffed, clearly bored with how slow this case was moving.

"Oh yes, he was with his lover, was it? People lie darling."

You shrugged, placing your feet on the ground to stop yourself from spinning as you turned to look at him. Lucifer smiled when your eyes landed on him, and the corners of your mouth twitched up.

You and Lucifer had grown close since your transfer to the LAPD, and you found yourself helping Chloe on cases she could have solved easily herself. If she noticed she hadn't said a thing, you suspected it was Lucifer who convinced her to ask for your assistance.

This case however, they really did need help on.

"Why do you think they're lying?"

"He barely remembered their name, and his so called significant other, took far to long to recall him." Lucifer reasoned.

You frowned a little, unable to refute his logic, you leaned back in the chair.

"Well...you're right..."

"Of course I am, now put your feet back up, unfortunately this is the most interesting thing I've done today."

Before the two of you could continue your pointless entertainment, Chloe rushed over to her desk, grabbing her car keys. Both you and Lucifer perked up.

"What's got you in such a rush Detective?"

"Ella found us a lead, it might not pan out, but we should still check into it."

You jumped to your feet, grabbing your own keys from Lucifer's hand, who'd been carelessly tossing them back and forth with you earlier.

"I'll follow you."

"Allow me to accompany you." Lucifer beamed.

You raised an eyebrow as you headed for the exit.

"I don't let him press the buttons." Chloe explained.

After the fourth or fifth time of him turning on the siren to frighten unsuspecting civilians you forbade him touching anything as well. He muttered under his breath the rest of the drive.

You'd never understood the appeal decrepit buildings had in the criminal world of LA, but here you were.

"Couldn't they ever choose a nice little café, or someplace not run by rats?" You mumbled to yourself, stepping over what you hoped was an oil stain.

Leaky pipes and moldy smells filled the air as you careful walked along the walls, gun ready and senses on high alert. Your suspect, who had in fact turned out to be the manager, had opened fire as soon as the three of you walked through the door. It forced you away from Chloe and Lucifer, who you were now trying to find.

The platform you were walking on creaked behind you, and you whirled around, gun raised. Chloe froze, raising her hands, and you let out a sigh.

"Find anything?"

She shook her head, and you placed your gun back in its holster.

"Where's Lucifer?"

Her question chilled you to the core, and you stared at her in confusion. Your voice caught as you spoke.

"I thought he was with you..."

You refused to leave your desk, or even take any breaks as you searched through file after file. Called anyone even remotely related to your suspect. Lucifer had been with Chloe, he'd been vulnerable, he could be hurt, or worse.

You shook your head, that line of thinking wasn't going to do anything but make you panic.

A heavy, frustrated sigh left your lips, and you leaned forward, resting your head in your hands on the desk in front of you. Your eyes strained from hours of reading.

"I found something!"

You whipped your head around so fast it almost hurt your neck. Ella ran in, waving a paper around wildly. You and Chloe quickly crowded her and Ella explained everything.

"Okay, so I called around, you know places he frequents, old jobs things like that. There's an old swim center he used to run, a few workers there say he still comes by after hours to do laps."

"What does this have to do with finding Lucifer?" Chloe asked.

"Well I just off the phone with an employee who works there. Mr. Manager man is there now."

You couldn't drive fast enough, flying through red lights and recklessly taking turns. Chloe held onto the dash, shouting out warnings now and then, but she never told you to slow down. She was just as eager as you to find the king of hell.

"Y/N! We need a plan!"

You almost forgot to put the car into park before you got out. Chloe followed after you, calling for you to slow down, but you ignored her. The doors to the pool slammed open when you kicked them, smacking the wall just in time to see the murderous manager shove Lucifer, who was unconscious and tied to a chair, into the pool.

You screamed his name, dropping your gun as you dived into the pool without a second thought. You spotted Chloe running after the suspect just seconds before you hit the water.

The pool was so deep, and the chlorine burned your eyes as you swam towards Lucifer. You didn't know how you were holding your breath this long, but you weren’t really focusing on that. You struggled to untie the ropes around him, but your lungs were beginning to burn.

He's been down there for too long already, you were down there too long, your head growing light.

With no other choice but to surface, you took a large breath before diving under the water again. It wasn't enough time to really catch your breath and your chest tightened, but you finally loosened the ropes. You thanked the adrenaline rushing through your veins that you were able to pull him to the surface and out of the pool.

Violent coughs shook your body as you struggled to breathe again. You were light-headed, but you needed to focus, you had to check on him. Turning your attention to Lucifer you rolled him onto his back checking the injury to his bloody temple, it was sallow nothing to serious, and then you checked his pulse.

Only... there was no pulse.

"No no no...."

You got to your knees, placing your hands in the center of his chest as you began to push fast. You went back and forth between pressing on his chest to blowing breath into his lungs. You weren’t sure how long you kept this up, but you really didn't care to keep track of time right now.

"Come on...Lucifer, please..."

Tears clouded your vision and your arms gave out, you collapsed against his chest, checking his pulse once more, but there was nothing.

"Damn it wake up!" You slammed your fists down on his chest. Your tears ran down your face mixing with the pool water still clinging to your skin, but he didn’t move.

"You promised we'd go out for lunch tomorrow, and you always keep your promises, right?"

You brushed his wet hair from his face as your hands shook.

"So you have to wake up." Your voice broke, and you pressed your forehead against his, crying freely.

"Please don't go."

You almost slammed your head against his when his body suddenly jerked, and he sat up. You jumped back staring at him with wide eyes as he coughed out water from his lungs. He wheezed a moment clutching his chest, before looking around until his eyes landed on you. He gave you a tired smile and a weak chuckle.

"Well that was a wonderfully terrible visit to Hell."

With that joke your worry evaporated, and you fell back against the wall behind you. You ran a hair through your damp hair, and you laughed through your tears.

"You're alive..."

Lucifer looked at you curiously, and he moved closer to you.

"Darling are you alright? Why are you crying?"

He let out a surprised grunt when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You were dead you idiot, of course I'm crying."

"But I'm not dead now..."

You huffed, shaking your head as you tightened your hold around him.

"You're missing the point." You spoke lightly.

Lucifer carefully held you, frowning a little when he felt your body trembling.

"You're shaking." He pointed out softly.

"Just cold from the water." You lied.

You smiled, nestling closer to him, you needed to feel his heartbeat his breath on your skin. You pulled back to hold his face in your hands, eyeing the cut on his temple.

"You're bleeding a little still..." You muttered.

He grabbed your hand as your fingers ghosted over the wound. He smiled squeezing your hand a little.

"I imagine my situation would be much worse if not for you."

He smiled, and you slowly realized you were sitting in his lap. You cleared your throat, shifting to move off him, and he sent you a wink.

"Anyway, I'm really happy you're okay."

Lucifer's expression softened, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Well I couldn't very well stay dead now could I? A promise is a promise."

You looked at him surprised.

"You heard that?"

He chuckled, moving a wet strand of hair away from your eyes.

"It was hard not to, you were practically praying to me."

You rolled your eyes, but you still couldn't help the smile that stretched across your face.

"Just promise you won't go dying on me again."

"I'll try my very best darling." He chuckled.

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ayanna-wild · 3 years

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Love Like A Story

Word Count: 2033

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, pining because that is definitely a warning lol, fluff

A/N: Request from wattpad

Summary: Love was a fairy tale, it didn't exist beyond movies and words on the pages of a book. With your fair share of heartache and break, you'd decided you were better off alone, but Lucifer's determined to show you love wasn't a trope for the story books.

Such a persistent devil.

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You stacked the books from your cart onto shelves lined with even more books. Some new, some old, all with a story or more to tell. This little shop was your own slice of heaven, your refuge from the world outside. You had no need to venture out when any adventure you could ever want was right here, between the pages of all these books. The bell above your shop door chimed faintly, and you called out to whomever it was.

"We're not open yet!"

The sound of footsteps grew nearer and a familiar man poked his head around the shelf you were stacking.

"I'm just here to pick up my order, assuming you have it?"

You smiled faintly, dusting your hands off from the older books that had collected more dust than the ones towards the front of the store.

"Mr. Morningstar, nice to see you again."

Lucifer was a regular in your little shop, always seeking to expand his library and occasionally asking you to find books you weren't sure even existed anymore. You always came through though, and you supposed that was why he kept coming back.

"How many times must I insist you call me Lucifer?"

His voice followed after you as you walked back towards the counter.

"You're my customer, not my friend." You replied, albeit a bit stiffly.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow leaning against the counter as you walked behind it, shuffling through a box.

"Shall I pretend not to be offended?"

You mostly ignored his comment, setting a very large and very old book in front of him. The pages were well-worn and bound in a material you suspected wasn't leather. Lucifer smiled and ran his fingers over the spine before open the book.

Words you couldn't understand were written on the pages, and he seemed even happier upon that discovery.

"You even got it in the original Sanskrit."

You shrugged a bit, although you did feel rather proud of yourself.

"It's what you asked for."

Lucifer pulled an envelope from the inner pocket of his suit and held it out to you. Another reason he was your favorite customer is because he paid handsomely for finding books like this. Honestly he was keeping your shop afloat. You grabbed the envelope but frowned when he didn't let go.

"Mr. Morningstar, you don't get the book until I get my money."

He tsked, still not letting go.

"It's Lucifer my dear, go on try it." He smirked.

You sighed, tapping your fingers on the counter. It was safe to say you were his match when it came to stubbornness. His hand brushed yours when he leaned forward a bit, and you tried to ignore the feeling his skin brushing against yours gave you. You stared him down before he let out a dramatic sigh.

"Very well if you won't say my name at least humor my curiosity for a moment."

You nodded, and he relinquished his hold on the envelope, which you tucked into the cash register.

"Do you ever leave this shop? You always seem to be here, don't you ever go out?"

"Why would I? I have everything I need here."

That answer didn't seem to satisfy him, and he frowned.

"Don't you have friends who miss you? Family? A lover to be with perhaps?"

He noticed the tense of your shoulders, your lips pressed in a thin line, and you pressed the book into his hands, causing him to fumble with it.

"I don't need those things. Have a good day, Mr. Morningstar."

He stared at you surprised by your sudden hostility, and he stood there a moment, holding his book.

"But my dear, surely you don't enjoy being so alone..."

"Goodbye Mr. Morningstar."

You turned away from him, busying yourself with marking the transaction down in your receipt book. Lucifer stood there a moment longer before leaving without another word. You waited until you heard the bell chime before releasing your breath, leaning back against the wall.

You didn't need anyone. It was never worth the heartache that followed after they left, you decided long ago being alone is what you wanted, and he wasn't about to change that.

Not if you could help it.

Although Lucifer continued to come as he regularly did, he noticed you grew even more distant than before. Which was saying something because the two of you were never very close to begin with. Not for a lack of trying on his part though, you stopped any advances of friendship he made. Now however, you didn't speak to him at all.

Not beyond a polite greeting, or the total of his purchases. He'd even accept you calling him Mr. Morningstar, as long as it meant you'd at least look at him.

"Are you alright darling? You seem very off lately."

You didn't answer him as you rung up the stacks of books he had sat down. Lucifer frowned when you wordlessly began loading them into a bag.

"Y/N..."

The provoked a small glance from you, he seldom used your name, preferring to call you darling, or dear, occasionally love if he was in an especially chipper mood.

"Good day Mr. Morningstar."

Lucifer frowned when you handed him the bag, his hand brushed yours as he grabbed the bag, and you jerked your hand back as if he had burnt you. He didn't leave though, continued to stare at you until you finally met his eye.

He studied you closely before leaning towards you a bit, with a wall behind you there was nowhere to run. You couldn't seem to force yourself to look away, eyes locked with his.

"Tell me darling... what do you desire most in this world?"

You didn't want to answer, really you didn't, but you found your lips moving before you could stop them.

"I want to be alone, completely and utterly alone."

Lucifer stood up straight, shock and concern written all over his face. You blinked rapidly for a few seconds, breaking whatever spell had fallen over you.

"Why would you desire such a dreary existence?"

You scowled, angry at yourself for saying that out loud, angry at him for asking.

"Everyone always leaves in the end, love is just a fairy tale, a story better left to empty words on a page."

Lucifer's heart ached to hear you say such a sad thing, it left him wondering who'd hurt you so. You didn't give him much of a chance to ask before opening your shop door.

"I have work to do, Mr. Morningstar, please leave."

Your cool tone left no room for argument making it clear you were telling him, not asking. Lucifer conceded, leaving you alone with your darkening thoughts.

You closed the shop early that night, locking the door behind you as the sun began to set. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Lucifer standing outside, smoking a cigarette. He put it out once he saw you though.

"Hello love, I was wondering when you'd come out!"

You stared at him confused and a frown tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"Have you been waiting for me out here this whole time?"

"Well yes, I wasn't sure if I'd be welcome back into your shop today, after what happened."

He said it so casually as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Why?"

"So I could walk you home of course!"

"I can walk myself, Mr. Morningstar."

You shouldered past him, but that phased him very little as he fell into step beside you.

"It's after hours, none of that Mr. Morningstar nonsense, surely it'd be appropriate to call me Lucifer now?"

You slowed to a stop, sighing as you turned to him.

"If I do, will you leave me alone."

"For tonight, yes."

"Then thank you, Lucifer, but I'd really like to walk myself home."

His excitement over you finally saying name canceled out your dismissal of him, and he smiled widely.

"Well then a deal's a deal, I'll see you tomorrow my dear!"

And just like that he was strolling away, you stared after him a moment before shaking your head and going on your way. That didn't stop the ghost of a smile that graced your lips though.

True to his word he did come the next day, and the day after that, and every day since. By the end of the month you'd gotten so used to having him around you began to look forward to the lunch breaks you'd take with him, the evenings he'd walk you home, and you'd pretend not to notice he guided you the long way just to talk longer.

It'd become so normal for you that when he abruptly stopped coming one day you grew worried. He'd never been late before, and you'd received no text nor call. Given your past, your thoughts began to darken, perhaps he'd decided to leave you like everyone had.

Really could you blame him?

It had to be you if everyone kept disappearing from your life. You were so lost in your harsh thoughts you didn't even realize you were crying until your eyes began to burn. You wiped the tears away harshly, scolding yourself for being so weak.

"You were fine on your own before, and you'll be fine now." You firmly told yourself, but you had trouble believing your own words.

When had you allowed yourself to start relying on Lucifer?

The bell above the door chimed, and you turned around surprised. Lucifer stood in the doorway, shrugging off his drenched coat to hang it on the hook in the wall. He fixed his hair with one hand holding a bag in the other. He was soaked from head to toe, probably from the downpour outside.

"I'm terribly sorry I'm so late darling, I wasn't expecting the rain and got- Oh."

You had abruptly hugged him, catching him off guard, but he placed a gentle hand to your back nonetheless.

"You'll get wet if you cling to me like that." He said softly.

"I'm sorry..." You spoke, stepping away from him.

"Oh no my dear, it's perfectly alright! I just didn't want you to catch a cold." Lucifer said quickly upon seeing your tears.

You laughed a little, wiping your eyes.

"That's not why I'm crying."

"Then what is it?" He asked carefully.

Seeing Lucifer standing there, drenched from the rain, looking at you so concerned made you suddenly feel very foolish. How could ever assume he'd just abandon you.

"It's silly now that I think about it... but you were late, and I thought... maybe you weren't coming back."

Your voice grew quieter towards the end and Lucifer let out a small sigh.

Not one of annoyance or irritation, but relief, and he walked over to you.

"Does this mean you don't want to be alone anymore?"

You thought for a moment, your insecurities were still there, the small fears, but you were more scared of not having Lucifer by your side anymore.

"I guess I wouldn't mind... if you wanted to stick around."

He smiled proudly and forgetting his earlier concern of you catching a cold, hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. The bag in his hand crinkled, and you pulled back to look at it curiously.

"Oh that's right! I got you a little gift!"

He held the bag out to you, and you opened it eagerly, your heart skipping a beat when you pulled out the book.

"Lucifer, this is... how did you find this?"

The book you held in your hand was one you'd been desperately searching for, but it was so rare you suspected you'd never find it, let alone afford it.

"I called in a few favors, a little gift to commemorate our time together. It's nothing really, you're always finding rare books for me."

You laughed a little running your fingers along the cover.

"But Lucifer this is..."

You laughed once more, throwing your arms around his neck as you hugged him tightly.

"It's amazing, thank you."

He smiled, hugging you back as he leaned into your touch.

"You're worth it my love."

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Broken Wings

Word Count: 2921

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt, comfort

A/N: Request from Wattpad, for the sake of this story Lucifer and the reader will not be related, set somewhere between s1 and s2, and I have nothing against Amenadiel, but he was kind of a dick during s1 lol

Requests and Tag List are open

Summary: It was a simple matter of loving the wrong man, but you couldn’t control your heart. How was it fair for you to be punished? But life was cruel that way.

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You weren't an angel per-say. You had the wings, the immortality, yet you lacked the power that came with being a true angel. To be blunt you were a side project God had taken up before abandoning it to create humanity, more a helper to his children than anything.

The only of your kind.

With little other purpose you dutifully fulfilled your role as the aid, accompying the true angels to earth. A mundane existence, but one you tolerated.

Until Lucifer had taken an interest in you, life was so much better after that. So full of fun and laughter, he called for your help more than any of his brethren or sisters. Although he never really needed any assistance, it was all an excuse to steal you away for a while.

For centuries that was your life, and you were content with it if it meant spending more time with him. You two grew impossibly close and thought you'd be with him until the stars in the sky fizzled out.

But that was before, before the rebellion, before his banishment, before your existence dulled so drastically. Spending centuries, millenniums feeling as though you were missing out on something better.

Which is why you had so graciously agreed to accompany Amenadiel to earth. So he could once again fail at convincing his brother to return to hell. You masked your excitement surprisingly well, or Amenadiel was just incredibly oblivious. Either way you weren't complaining.

"You seem happy..."

Your wings fluttered a bit, unable to contain the smile on your face as you glanced at the dark skinned angel.

"Well it's nice to get out of heaven once and a while, you know?"

That was only partially a lie, you really did enjoy earth much more, but truthfully you were excited about seeing Lucifer after so long.

"No. Heaven is perfect. " Amenadiel stated bluntly.

You watched him walk inside from the balcony, hanging back a moment to mutter to yourself.

"For you maybe..."

Your wings folded into your back as you walked in, not the least bit surprised to see the brothers at each other's throats already.

"Such hostility from such divine beings."

Your sarcastic remark quickly drew the attention of the king of hell, who turned to you with a grin so wide you wondered if it hurt his face.

"Oh brother, you failed to mention you brought along this beautiful little creature. Y/N, it's an absolute pleasure to see you again."

Lucifer approached you with open arms, your smile matching his as he embraced you.

"It is her role to assist us." Amenadiel said as if that was the obvious answer.

Lucifer pulled away from you, noticing the way your shoulders sagged a bit at the elder angels words. The devil frowned a bit.

"Role? Are you still listening to such nonsense?" Lucifer scoffed.

Amenadiel rolled his shoulders, flexing his wings a little in irritation.

"It is our father's will. You should be following your role as well."

Lucifer clicked his tongue, strolling over to his bar.

"It became rather dull, so many years doing the same thing, a drab existence, isn't it angel?"

The ending was directed towards you, and you almost forgot yourself, almost allowed yourself to agree, in front of Amenadiel. It was a nickname he had given you centuries ago. His own way of telling you he saw you as his equal, unlike the others.

You were his angel.

"She's not a real angel Lucifer, don't try to fill her head with your rebellious nonsense."

His words stung a bit, but he wasn't entirely wrong, you weren't a true angel. That bit of fact didn't seem to lessen the blow to your pride though.

"With such exquisite wings as hers, who could tell the difference?" Lucifer winked at you.

You straightened your back, feeling proud of yourself, your wings always were your favorite feature. You took immaculate care of them. Just as quickly as Amenadiel tore you down Lucifer built you back, you supposed that was one of the things that had drawn you to him all those years ago.

"You're a disgrace."

You stepped between them, placing a hand on Lucifer's chest.

"Maybe I can talk to him? He was always at least willing to listen to me." You offered.

Amenadiel seemed to ponder this a moment before nodding.

"I'll return tomorrow, don't let him pull you into any of his schemes."

Lucifer scoffed at his brother's warning. You smiled softly.

"Of course."

With a flutter of wings he was gone, and you were left alone with the fallen angel. Without a moment to appreciate the silence, a cup of amber liquid was held in front of your face.

"Fancy a drink my dear? We have so much to catch up on."

You weren't sure how it happened, maybe it was the drinks, or the way he spoke to you, but you found yourself stumbling out of his bed the next morning. Panic surged through your veins as you hastily pulled your clothes back on, cursing softly. You regretted nothing, but there'd be hell to pay if any of the heavenly host caught you bedding the devil. Lucifer still slept soundly, and you tried your best not to wake him.

You rushed from his room, running straight into a broad chest causing you to stumble back a bit. Amenadiel stared at you with an uncomfortably blank expression, and your heart dropped.

"Amenadiel... I-"

Your world became a blur in the next second, and you fell forward as your feet unexpectedly hit the roof of a hotel.

"What were you thinking! Fornicating with Lucifer!"

You glanced up at him, snorting at his wording.

"Fornicating? For someone who comes to earth so frequently, your vocabulary is a little dated."

You couldn't help the poorly timed jab, humor your way if deflecting tense situations. Unfortunately for you that only seemed to make Amenadiel more angry.

"Have you no shame? You don't seem the least bit remorseful for the sin you just committed!" He shouted.

You flinched a little, sitting back on your ass as you stared up at him. Should you grovel? Beg for forgiveness?

That would be the logical thing to do, it was what he was expecting. But perhaps your short reunion with Lucifer had sparked something in you because you found yourself leaning back on your hands, staring up at the angel before you with no remorse.

"I regret nothing."

Blood soaked your once white shirt as you leaned against an alley wall, shifting most of your weight onto your side. Anything to avoid the crippling pain in your back. Tears stained your cheeks and burnt your eyes. Dry sobs shook your body, no tears left to cry.

He'd ripped your wings from your back, tore them from your body, taking your immortality with him. You barely registered the sound of footsteps, hardly heard the woman talking to you in concern. You just felt so tired, a feeling you weren't used to.

It'd be okay if you slept, just for a moment, right?

Chloe panicked as she saw your eyes close, waving frantically as the paramedics arrived just moments later. Her hands covered in your blood as she wondered who could have possibly done that to you.

You woke to steady beeping, and an uncomfortable feeling of something wrapped just a little too tight around you. Bright lights forced you to close your eyes almost as soon as you opened them. You took a moment to adjust as you sat up, looking around the unfamiliar room that you slowly realized was a hospital room.

It all seemed so... human.

The reality of your sudden mortality crashed down on you, and you carefully pulled the I.V. from your arm. You hissed as you quickly stood from the bed, the sudden movement causing pain to shot up your back.

You nearly collapsed.

But no, you had to leave, get out of this place before questions you couldn't possibly answer came. You gathered your ruined clothes, fleeing before anyone could notice.

You kept your head low as you left the building, the bandages on your back straining against your hasty movements.

"Hey!"

A voice called out, catching your attention and a blonde woman hurried over to you. You stared at her in confusion, and she looked you over with concern.

"What are you doing out here? You shouldn't leave the hospital yet."

It suddenly clicked and your body tensed as you vaguely recognized her as the woman who found you.

"I'll be fine."

She looked ready to protest, and you grabbed her hands in desperation.

"Please... I just can't be there..."

She seemed to relent a little, and you breathed a sigh of relief until she told you her name. Then you found yourself begging her not to tell Lucifer anything, and she promised not to utter a word, if you told her what happened to you.

It had to have been the greatest lie you ever told, a fabricated story about a scorned lover. She believed it nonetheless, offering to help you get a change of clothes. Something less covered in blood, you went straight to Lucifer afterwards, carefully hiding what had happened.

Perhaps he trusted you too much, or maybe you were getting better at lying because he didn't question your claim to want to stay on Earth. He seemed thrilled, and you hid your pain with a smile when he embraced you, thankful your new jacket hid the bandages.

For months that was the routine, a difficult dance to move to, especially with how close you two were becoming once more. But you'd stop his hands before they could trail up your back in your more heated moments, directed his attention to something else. You were so careful not to let him see your back.

Careful to never let him follow you into the shower. Careful never to sleep on your side, or let him give you a back rub. Always avoiding Chloe, lest she bring up your injuries. You were so careful, for months.

So why had you forgotten to lock the door while you were getting dressed?

"Should we order out again darling? Perhaps from that little coffee shop you so like much? I heard they have a new..."

Lucifer had barged into the bathroom, clad in only his underwear and robe loosely tied as he questioned what you wanted for breakfast. Your whole body froze, mind shutting down as his words came to an abrupt stop. The atmosphere of the room suddenly felt thick, and you could have sworn it became harder to breath.

Lucifer said nothing, staring at your horribly scared back. You held your shirt to your chest, refusing to turn and meet his eye. Worried what emotion you might find. He had moved so quietly, and so quickly that you jumped when his fingers were suddenly grazing your back. Just below the rough skin where your beautiful wings had once been.

"Who did this to you..."

It was more of a soft demand then a question, but you hesitated.

"I... I cut them off..."

He chuckled a dry, humorless chuckle, and he draped his robe over your shoulders. Probably realizing you'd be more comfortable if you could cover your scars. You muttered a thank you and his hands rested on your arms, rubbing soothingly up and down as you grabbed the silk robe, holding it tighter around you.

"Those aren't the scars you get from cutting your wings, I would know. No, those are harsh, angry scars, something tearing wings off would cause. Don't lie to me angel, who did this?"

His grip tightened on your arms ever so slightly, but it wasn’t out of anger, at least not towards you.

"Amenadiel..." Your voice was so faint you barely heard yourself, but judging by the sharp intake of breath, he had heard you just fine.

"What?"

"A punishment... for being with you..."

You caught his reflection in the mirror, the flash of his eyes, his face shifted, just for a moment, but it was enough for you to realize just how angry he truly was.

"Lucifer-"

He turned on his heel, leaving the room and getting dressed in a fury. You approached him cautiously, closing the robe around you and tying it into place.

"What are you doing?"

He finished buttoning his shirt before turning back to you.

"I need you to do me a favor my dear."

A frown pulled at your lips, but you slowly nodded.

"Pray to my brother."

You jerked back as if someone had physically slapped you.

"What?"

"You trust me, don't you?" He smiled, but there was something in his eyes, something that unnerved you.

"Of course."

He seemed so calm, contrary to what he had been just moments ago.

"Then pray to my brother."

He guided you into the living room and stepped just out of sight. You hesitated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other before finally doing as he asked. It only took moments before Amenadiel appeared in front of you.

He'd come so fast, probably expecting you to beg for forgiveness.

You had no idea how vastly unprepared you were to see him again. Your hands trembled, and you held the robe closer around you, taking an unsure step back.

You didn't have time to dwell on it and Amenadiel had no time to say anything before a sickening crack filled the room and the angel was sprawled out on the ground.

"Hello brother."

You blinked slowly, taking a second to catch up with the fact that Lucifer had just delivered a crippling blow to his brother's face and Amenadiel laid dazed on the ground. Blindsided by the unexpected blow. Lucifer gave him no time to recover, picking him up by his neck carelessly throwing him into a wall. You shielded your eyes from the debris flying by.

"I've just had the unpleasant surprise of discovering what you did to my darling little slice of heaven."

You wordlessly watched Amenadiel pull himself out of the now prominent hole in Lucifer's stone wall. He was unsteady on his feet, but that mattered very little to Lucifer who swiftly grabbed his brother's shirt, tossing him across the floor as if he weighed nothing.

"And they call me the devil." Lucifer scoffed.

Amenadiel managed to at least prop himself up with his arms, spitting out a bit of blood.

"You are the devil, Lucifer, and she betrayed heaven by being with you."

Lucifer took a step forward, clearly ready to continue the one-sided fight. But you quickly stepped in front of him, worried he might go to far, if his red eyes were anything to go off of.

"Just let him leave, you made your point. You're flogging a dead horse at this point." You uttered, refusing to glance at the angel pulling himself off the ground.

"She received a punishment fitting her sin and she still crawled back to you."

Your skin bristled at his comment, and you found your unease fading away to anger. You rounded on him so fast you surprised even yourself at the words spilling from your lips.

"My sin!? You think you're a saint, but you're no better than me! It wasn’t sin Amenadiel, it was free will, if humans can have it why can't I?"

Amenadiel narrowed his eyes as he stood, but you didn't back down.

"You sound just like Lucifer."

You found yourself laughing at that, and with a sudden burst of confidence you shoved his chest back a bit. His beating from Lucifer making it slightly easier to do so. Speaking of the devil, he watched you unleash your anger, gazing at you with amusement and satisfaction.

"Good! You know what, I should have sided with him during that rebellion! Because he seemed to have the right idea! Heaven might have been perfect for you, but it was hell to me! I was beneath all of you, an errand girl for you to degrade, treat like shit!"

Lucifer pulled you back a little when he saw the anger in his brother's eyes. You were mortal now after all. You let out a cruel laugh, though there were tears in your eyes.

"Do you want to know the best part it all?"

Your laughter died down, and you gave him a cynical smile.

"I don't owe the Silver City a goddamn thing anymore, you think you were punishing me? You freed me, you and all your kind can go to hell, because if anyone belongs there it certainly isn't Lucifer."

Amenadiel opened his mouth to say something, taking what he probably assumed was a menacing step towards. But Lucifer rested his hands on your shoulders, daring his kin to try something. You didn't seem fazed though.

"Run back home and lick your wounds like the obedient lapdog you are. I'm not wasting any more words on you."

Amenadiel clenched his fists in repressed rage, but said nothing, not in any condition to fight his brother. He was gone in a blink, and you felt all the energy drain out of you. Lucifer caught you as your legs gave out, and he smiled proudly at you.

"You were marvelous love, I'd nearly forgotten how sharp your tongue can be."

You laughed breathlessly, and he brushed your hair away from your eyes.

"How do you feel?"

You smiled up at him, the heavy feeling finally lifting from your shoulders.

"Free."

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@finding-a-whim you're too sweet!!❤❤❤

@azookiex3 @we-are-all-alittle-strange-here @finding-a-whim @gingernarwal @timelord-winchester-22b @timea134-blog

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Hullo! Are you open to requests right now? 'm just making sure :)

Always open to requests 😊

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Acceptance

Word Count: 1278

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: Request from anonymous

Summary: You should have believed him, he'd be honest from the start. However, it'd just seemed to unbelievable, too insane. But then you saw his face, his 'other' face and you knew. Now you were just going through the various stages of acceptance, and Lucifer's waiting very patiently, if not a bit apprehensivly, for you decide if you still want him in your life or not.

Only there seemed to be a misunderstanding, and the situation isn't exactly what he'd thought.

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You didn't know what to do at first.

Didn't know how to react or even how to process what you'd witnessed, when you'd walked into Lucifer's penthouse unannounced. That wasn't the issue though, both you and the handsome devil had a tendency to show up at one another's home unannounced, it was part of your dynamic. However, this time, just this once, seemed to be the worst time to walk in without warning.

He and Maze had been arguing, fighting over something you couldn't care to remember right now. Neither of them had seen you, and they probably wouldn't have, if you hadn't made a little squeak of a noise. It was all you could muster, your body stiff and frozen. Because it wasn't the fight, or their shouting. It was Lucifer's face, the distorted image, the burned and scarred skin.

The flash of his eyes.

The realization that'd he'd been telling the truth this whole time. Really though, why had you doubted it in the first place? He'd never lied to you before.

You were vaguely aware of him calling out your name as you backed into the elevator. Yet, you felt too numb to respond, choosing instead to lean heavily on the wall for support as the elevator doors closed.

You were in denial the entire drive back to your home. Your phone on silent and your head filled with thoughts you couldn't process. The car drifted off the road a few times as you zoned out, but you'd made it home relatively unscathed.

A flurry of thoughts and feelings went through you.

What was the best course of action? How did you even respond to such a situation? What happened now?

Unsure of where to begin, you locked your doors and went to bed, choosing instead to deal with it tomorrow.

As it turned out, the stages of acceptance was the same as the five stages of grief. You'd had denial. It consisted mostly of you staying in bed, sleeping and adamantly refusing to acknowledge what you'd seen.

Because it couldn't possibly be real right?

Once you had passed denial you moved onto anger.

You'd broken many things, screamed until your throat was raw, although the anger was more directed towards yourself than Lucifer.

After thoroughly screaming your throat raw, and breaking a few too many things you began to bargain with yourself.

You thought maybe it had all been a bad dream. Or perhaps you had just been incredibly drunk, despite the fact you hadn't been drinking. You tried to negotiate with yourself, which only served to make you feel crazy, which certainly didn't help the situation.

Now you were on depression, sitting on your couch, staring at the TV with eyes that burned from hours of crying. You supposed anger and depression went hand in hand, because while you were crying, you were also furious with yourself.

You'd left him!

You hadn’t even given him a chance to explain, and what's worse, you'd ignored him for the last two weeks. Once you had turned your phone back on, you were met with a barrage of missed calls and unread texts. Which in turn only served to make you more depressed. You didn't even want to move from the couch now, content to just sit there and cry for the next few days.

But there was a knock at your door.

Convincing yourself to stand wasn't easy, and when you saw who was on the side of the door, convincing yourself to open it was even harder. But you did, because it was Lucifer, and even after everything, you couldn't bear to turn him away. He looked so surprised and hopeful that it broke your heart.

"Oh love, you've been crying..." He frowned.

Wordlessly you stepped aside, vaguely waving him in. He seemed surprised but stepped over the threshold before you could change your mind, you carefully closed the door behind him. He stood there awkwardly for a few tense minutes before finally speaking once realizing you weren't going to.

"I'm sorry."

You furrowed your eyebrows, why was he apologizing?

"I never meant for you to find out that way, or ever really. Although I suppose it's not very fair that I never planned on showing you the truth."

Realization dawned on you, and you couldn't help but laugh lightly, causing a look of confusion and hurt to flash across his face.

"I'm sorry for laughing Luc, it's just... you think I'm crying because of your devil face?"

His confusion deepened, and he shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well yes, it is a perfectly reasonable response, one of many actually."

You gave him a tired smile.

"I'm sure it is, but I'm not crying over that, I'm crying because I thought I hurt you, I did hurt you."

Lucifer was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"I'm not sure if I follow darling, are you not scared of me?" The way he asked was almost timid, and it broke your heart a bit.

"Of course not, I was never scared of you Lucifer."

"You ran." He pointed out, a bit bitterly.

You stepped closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Yes, but it wasn't because of you, not exactly. I was shocked to see your devil face, I'll admit I had trouble processing it at first, but I was never scared of you. My whole life just got turned upside down when I realized, if you're actually the devil, then so many other things must be real."

Lucifer looked at you surprised, and you stepped away from him, pacing slightly as you rambled on.

"I mean heaven, hell. If those are real, then who's to say so many other things aren't, and if they are how do they fit in to all this, and how haven’t I noticed before. I mean could magic be real? What about other supernatural creatures? If there are angels and demons there must be more right?"

Lucifer stared at you in awe as you ranted, occasionally looking towards him as you made some wild motion with your hands. The more you talked, the more he began to smile, until finally he was laughing. A deep laugh that shook his chest and brought your words to a halt.

It was your turn to look confused, and he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms, as his laughter died down to a chuckle.

"And all this time I'd assumed the worst, when really, all you were doing was processing the drastic change in your life."

You relaxed in his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"I could never be scared of you Luci, you may be the devil, and your other face may have shocked me, but you're still Lucifer, you're still the same man you've always been, still my handsome devil, and I still love you just the same."

He smiled, a content, happy smile, and he pulled away to kiss your forehead, lips lingering against your skin.

"I love you too darling, father knows I truly don't deserve you." You smiled back, reaching up to fix his collar, before your eyes widened.

"Oh my god, God is real."

Lucifer pulled you back into his embrace, chest rumbling with laughter as he held you closely.

"What am I going to do with you my dear?"

As you reached the final stage, acceptance, your laughter joined in with his, and you decided, this is exactly where you wanted to be. Wrapped in the embrace of the man, or rather devil, you loved.

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Wedding Bells

Word Count: 1600

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: the tiniest, smallest sprinkle of angst, but mostly just sickening fluff lol

A/N: This is a kind of older story from Wattpad, but I haven't had time to write a new one yet, because of cramming for exams, but don't fret my lovelies, I'll be getting back to writing requests very soon.

Summary: It was the day you'd been planning for months, the day that would change everything. It was like a dream, but the butterflies in your stomach, the way your leg bounced with unending anxiety and excitement reminded you that it was all real. That this day would be perfect, more perfect than you had ever hoped.

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Your day had started early, earlier than you had planned, but you woke long before your alarm had begun, long before the sunlight had graced the sky. You were quiet as you slipped out of bed, your fingers softly brushing the hair from your fiancé's face, a small smile pulling at your lips. He shifted a little, but remained soundly asleep. Your feet softly padded across the smooth cold floor as you headed towards the living room.

The sight of a beautiful white gown hanging from the closet door caught your attention and you paused. You reached a hand out, softly tracing the lace and pearls that decorated the silk material. Today was the day, the day everything changed.

The day you married the devil.

"I do hope you're not getting cold feet darling, I'd be terribly embarrassed to be left at the altar."

The sound of your future husband's voice pulled you from your trance and you turned to face him, a small smile graving your lips.

"You're not supposed to be awake yet." You chided him softly.

He chuckled a bit, slipping out of bed to stand behind you. You leaned into his touch when he embraced you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.

"I never did sleep well without you by my side." He murmured.

You placed your hands over where his wrapped around your waist. For a silent moment the two of you stood there, staring at the dress before you. The shaky breath Lucifer took in broke the silence and his words made your heart skip a beat.

"This is it isn't it? The day you become mine forever. My Queen. My darling wife."

Your voice shook just a little as you spoke, the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach spread goosebumps across your skin.

"Yeah, it is..."

Lucifer kissed your cheek as he released you from his hold.

"Mustn't dawdle darling, we've got a very busy day ahead of us."

You watched him disappear into the closet, and you looked back at your dress, fingers ghosting over the material one last time.

"Right... so much to do..."

You straightened your back, taking a small breath to steady yourself. With a small nod to yourself you walked out of the room, ready for whatever this day had in store for you.

Your morning seemed to drag on, and the longer it did the more your nerves grew, the more you wrung your hands, the more you resisted the urge to bite your nails that Lucifer had spent a fortune on.

Despite you insisting it wasn't necessary, but he'd insisted.

'Anything for my bride to be.'

You smiled a little at the memory and bit your lip a little, careful not to smudge the makeup Linda had spent a careful amount of time doing for you. A hand rested on knee and you turned your head to look at Chloe.

"Are you okay? You're bouncing your leg a lot."

You gave her a smile, one riddled with unspoken anxiety, underlined with excitement. She smiled back, fixing a stray curl in your hair Ella and Maze had spent so long on.

"I'm just nervous."

"That's normal, I remember when I was marrying Dan, I was a bundle of nerves and stress, you're handling it a lot better than I am." Chloe laughed.

Her laugh put you more at ease, and you found yourself laughing a long with her.

"I tend to internalize things." You shrugged.

Ella chimed in as well, and you were thankful for your four bridesmaids distraction.

The ceremony drew nearer and people began to arrive at Lux; you insisted the wedding be there, it was first place Lucifer had ever truly called home and he was so happy when you told him you wanted to be married there.

But now you didn't want to leave the safety of the penthouse. You wanted nothing more than to walk down that aisle, marry the man you knew would give you the world if he could. However, the anxiety of it all was beginning to catch up to you and you found yourself unable to leave the bathroom you'd locked yourself in. Try as they might your bridesmaids could do nothing to convince you out.

Linda volunteered to be the one to tell the groom of your unfortunate situation and Lucifer didn't look the least bit concerned. He simply looked out of the crowd of people, people you barely knew but had invited out of polite obligation. Your own family had refused to come, they'd never cared much for the devil.

"I've just got the most splendid idea, you grab Daniel and Amenadiel, and meet me upstairs." Lucifer smiled cryptically.

Linda watched him walk away, standing there confused for a moment.

"Okay?"

She went off to find the groomsmen. Dan had only been asked to be one because Lucifer knew you two were on good terms and friends, much to his disdain. Linda did as he asked, gathering everyone up, ushering them to the elevator as discreetly as she could. The crowd didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

When they stepped from the elevator they were surprised to see Lucifer and Maze moving furniture while Chloe and Ella decorated the penthouse with extra decorations left over.

"What are you doing?" Dan was the first to ask.

"Why we're having a wedding Daniel! Don't just stand there, lend a hand!"

Dan shrugged before moving to help Amenadiel place the rug.

"Doctor be a dear and fetch my bride would you?" Lucifer hummed a little.

Linda stood there a moment, still trying to process everything.

"What about all the guests downstairs?"

"They've got the reception to enjoy, they'll be just fine, although this isn't really about them now it is?"

That was good enough for her and she walked to the bathroom, knocking lightly.

"Y/N, can you come out for a minute."

It was silent for a moment before there was a soft click of the lock. The door opened and Linda smiled.

"Come on, we have a surprise for you."

You could hardly believe your eyes, the penthouse although nothing extraordinary was decorated beautifully, and filled with the only people you truly cared where there. A small laugh escaped and you blinked back tears. Dan offered you his arm, as Linda took her place with the other bridesmaids. Dan led you closer to where Lucifer stood, more handsome than ever in his tux, Amenadiel standing ready to marry the two of you.

Lucifer watched you draw closer, and although he'd seen you in your dress before the sight of you now made his heart stop and he stood up straighter, his eyes refusing to look away from you for even a second, wanting to etch this moment into his memory forever. Amenadiel placed his hand on Lucifer's shoulder, smiling at his brother.

"Luci, you're crying."

Lucifer cleared his throat, fixing his sleeves. He sputtered a moment, like he was trying to deny it but his expression softened and he found he didn't much care for the tears blurring his vision.

"Well of course I am brother! Just look at her... have you ever seen anyone more beautiful..."

Amenadiel smiled folding his hands in front of him in as Lucifer took your hands in his. Dan took his place beside Lucifer and the devil smiled at you.

"I'm sorry about putting you through all this trouble." You spoke softly.

He squeezed your hands a bit, his smile reassuringly.

"Darling it hardly matters where I marry you, just that I have you forever."

You smiled and Amenadiel cleared his throat.

"Can I continue?"

Lucifer huffed, waving his brother off dismissively.

"Yes of course, let's hurry this along, I'm eager to begin my honeymoon."

You and the others laughed joyfully relieving the anxiety you'd been feeling. This was Lucifer, your best friend, the man or rather devil, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You had no reason to worry, and with that thought in mind, a warm content feeling settled over you.

As Amenadiel went through the ceremony Lucifer held your hands a little tighter, his eyes never leaving yours.

When Amenadiel finally announced you as husband and wife Lucifer had almost impatiently pulled you into that fateful kiss. Your small group of friends cheered and you had smiled so wide as Lucifer dipped you.

The moment hadn't been what either of you had originally planned, but it had been perfect nonetheless. And you knew you wouldn't change a thing.

The other guests had been understanding and were more than happy to simply enjoy the reception with the new Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar. So you drank, and you laughed and you danced, and when you danced that slow dance with your husband you couldn't help the tears that escaped, prompting your new husband's worry.

"I'm crying because I'm happy Lucifer." You assured him.

He swayed with you in his arms, and you cupped his face in your hands.

"I married the man I love, surrounded only by the people who mean the most to me. Today was perfect and I wouldn't change a thing."

Lucifer smiled, giving you a soft kiss, before you rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed to the soft melody of the song playing.

"And I will love you forever, my beautiful wife."

You smiled as he held you tighter, joyful tears filling both of your eyes, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You'd done it.

You said your vows.

You said I do.

And you had kissed that devil with everything you had, and you'd never been happier, knowing you'd spend the rest of time with the man who loved you the most by your side.

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ayanna-wild · 3 years

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Ray I love this! Keep up the great work!

New character, Lux

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ayanna-wild · 3 years

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Like It Always Was

Word Count: 1005

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: mentions of nudity, fluff

A/N: not requested, just wanted to write it

Summary: Geralt can't always treat his own wounds, some times it requires a more skilled touch. The conversations were more one sided than anything, but you knew more about him than anyone else. And for years, this was how things were, so what's changed?

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It was late when he arrived at your doorstep.

As it always was.

You had been asleep, or at least in the comfortable stage just before fully drifting off. He didn't knock, he never did, but you had learned to sleep lightly and listen closely. It was the sound of someone rummaging through your pantry that woke you from you near sleep.

You didn't bother dressing properly, the thin nightdress you wore was sufficient. The time of modest gestures had long passed between the two of you. You moved the curtain aside from the entry way of your bedroom.

"I have just cleaned."

The white-haired man turned his head to look at you out of corner of his eye. He was covered in blood, and gods only knew what else, dripping onto your floor. You couldn't tell how much of it was his, and how much of it belonged to the creature that had been unlucky enough to cross paths with the Witcher. A bottle of your ale was in his hand, and he took a long drink of the liquid.

"Did I wake you?"

A small smile graced your lips and you shook your head.

"I hadn't yet fallen asleep, I was getting there."

He hummed in response and took a seat on one of the chairs at your table. You watched him for a moment, as he began to strip himself of his armor. His stiff movements weren't lost on you and you walked a few steps forward.

"Where?"

He didn't look at you as he answered, just continued to remove his black armor.

"My back."

His answer was enough, and you grabbed the bucket beside the door.

"I'll draw you a bath."

Geralt made no move to help you as he watched you bring in several buckets of water. Heating them over your stove, yet he made no effort to assist, you wouldn't allow him to, not while he was injured. The last time he had tried you had taken the bucket from him, scolding him for irritating his wound. He knew better than to attempt to help you now.

"I don't need all that." He said as you grabbed several bottles from a shelf.

Bath salts, and herbs to help him relax. You only sat them on the table in front of him as you began to carry buckets of hot water into your bedroom.

"We've known each other for many years have we not, Geralt?"

He nodded, and you sat the empty bucket down, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then allow me to blunt, you smell like the inside of a goat's stomach."

That earned you a small chuckle, as you gathered the bottles from the table and motioned for him to follow you. Geralt ventured after you, into your bedroom, and you began sprinkling bath salts and various herbs into the steaming water of the bath.

"In you go."

Had it been the first time doing this, you would have flushed at the sight of Geralt of Rivia stripping, turned away in embarrassment. But you had been doing this for so long, it'd become something of a routine now, ridding you of any awkwardness. You thought nothing of the handsome man standing naked in front of you, it was almost normal to you.

You waited until he had sunk into the bath before pouring a bucket of water over his head. He grunted in response to the unsuspected action and you smiled smugly. As he began to clean himself of the blood and grime covering his body you walked around the bath to stand behind him.

"Was it a Griffin?"

Your fingers ran softly over the deep scratches on his back before you grabbed a rag. You cleaned his back and wounds with delicate strokes, careful not to cause him any more pain.

"Harpy."

You smiled a bit at that and rinsed the blood from his back.

"A woman or a beast?"

He scoffed at your joke, but you caught the ghost of a smile that lingered on his lips. As you finished cleaning his wound and back, you lightly placed your hand over his cuts.

"This will sting."

It always did, and as usual he said nothing. The magic tickled your fingers as you willed his flesh to sew itself back together. Aside from his muscles flexing under your hand he gave no sign of discomfort. When you felt it was healed enough for his body to take over the recovery you pulled your hands back.

Normally that would be the end of your interaction for the time being, you'd leave him to his bath, and you'd go to clean his clothes. However, you couldn't help but linger tonight, tracing scars that weren't there last time. They were jagged scars, ones that clearly hadn't healed right, or were left to heal on their own, without any assistance or care.

"Are you done?"

Geralt's rough voice snapped you from your daze, and you pulled your hand back, standing to your feet. You wiped your hands on a nearby towel.

"I'll clean your clothes and mend your armor." You spoke quickly.

You moved past him to leave the room, but he grabbed your wrist at the last second.

"Join me."

You would have looked surprised, had this been anyone else but this was Geralt. He'd saved your life and in exchange you offered to spend the rest of it healing his wounds when he needed it. Of course seeing as that was many years ago, it wasn't that surprising that you and the White Wolf had shared a few, intimate moments, together.

You removed his hand with a small smile. Normally you'd have agreed, but tonight something was different.

"Rest well, Witcher."

You left him alone, and gathered his clothes, walking out into the night air to wash them. This night was different from the others, you lingered just a little to long, cared just a little too much.

For the first time, it wasn't like it always was.

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