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florbelles · 4 years

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lyra and john for the ship ask?

thank you lovely! 💕

GENERAL

how long will they last? as long as some part of either of them exists tbh

how quickly did/will they fall in love? when i say they have no chill and lyra moved into the ranch after living in hope county for two weeks i mean it

how was their first kiss? john’s nose bled, next question

WEDDING

who proposed? technically john. sort of. ( i’m sorry for this long answer but i haven’t really discussed it so ) lyra had already joined the project, lived with john, begun her training with jacob, and had taken up the rudimentary form of what would eventually become her role as the judge. it had only been a few months, but joseph believed he recognized her from his visions and wanted to bring her into the family Officially; at this point john and lyra were already 100% in it and he was straight up like if she’s going to become a seed it’s going to be through me, because, well, john. lyra just looked at him when he came to her with it and said “what of it? are you not my husband? am i not your wife?” and that was that; lyra doesn’t live by half-measures, she was married in every way that mattered to her the second she stepped across that threshold with her bags. ( well. shaggy carried the bags. but you get it. )

who is the best man/men? no one, but if you listened carefully you could hear shaggy sobbing outside the church. is he happy for them or crushed by the revelation he’s really stuck with both of them forever now? who can say!

who is the bride’s maid(s)? no one; faith was Not pleased when she heard lyra had gone and married her brother without telling her ( but it would have been her, if they’d had attendees. )

who did the most planning? there wasn’t much, but john ( and joseph, i suppose, since he officiated. )

who stressed the most? the only one who had any amount of stress was john.

how fancy was the ceremony? back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 ( i’ve been informed inflation adjustment was necessary by virtue of lyra’s aura ) | 4 | normal church wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

who was specifically not invited to the wedding? everyone, with the exception of joseph by necessity; while the significance of the two most extra drama fiends to ever step into the valley having the most understated ceremony in existence could be elaborated on with sentimentality — they can come as they are with each other, etc etc — it was partly a tactical move; lyra couldn’t fairly well maintain her cover with the locals if she publicly married john seed in an elaborate ceremony. they intend to have one officially in the new eden with all of the family and faithful; they never get that chance.

SEX

who is on top? either/or tbh

who is the one to instigate things? either/or

how healthy is their sex life? barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they are humping each other on the couch right now

how kinky are they? straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head ( no horse head necessary in the sex dungeon. just kidding. they don’t have a sex dungeon they just hook up in the normal torture one )

how long do they normally last? before everything went to hell, as long as they want ( rip, get the ice packs ); after the reaping begins, as long as they have

do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? okay listen i’m going to be brutally honest, they fuck a lot, they’re not counting but they’re not complaining

how rough are they in bed? softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | the bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make dwayne johnson blush. also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. ( their walls are premium )

how much cuddling/snuggling do they do? no touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | a little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. ( lyra is actually the biggest offender but she blames his needy ass. also if she knows you know this she’ll commit homicide. this is not hyperbole )

CHILDREN

how many children will they have naturally? none. ( in aus they do; one in the cult wins verse because lyra’s iud expired but she was not willing to sacrifice her sex life, and fairbrookseed have three; the twins via wes and a younger son via john. )

how many children will they adopt? three at the beginning of the reaping — boomer, peaches & cheeseburger. ( john unwilling. )

who gets stuck with the most diapers? not applicable, but hypothetically shaggy

who is the stricter parent? it would have been john

who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? it would have been john; lyra would have taught them the dangerous stunts they’re doing after school

who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? it would have been shaggy

who is the more loved parent? the furbabies love lyra more. obviously.

who is more likely to attend the pta meetings? it wOULD HAVE BEEN JOHN

who cried the most at graduation? same answer; lyra would have waited until they got home and then cried in the shower for an hour

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? either/both, but in practice probably john

COOKING

who does the most cooking? neither/shaggy; lyra if you count her Attempts when she staggers in at 3am after hunting sinners or gathering intel at the spread eagle

who is the most picky in their food choice? john; lyra behaves like she is but in fact thinks it will be a shame when casey’s non-testicle related recipes are lost when he burns in the collapse

who does the grocery shopping? neither; lyra’s the most likely to bring things back from town, but it’s usually liquor she swiped from the bar ( so that mary may can’t sell it, of course! )

how often do they bake desserts? they don’t bake

are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? whatever shaggy puts in front of them; it’s probably meat and it’s probably unfortunate

who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? john, but he’s only responsible for the theatrics; everything was 100% still prepared by the flock

who is more likely to suggest going out? for the truly exceptional hope county cuisine, served in businesses they definitely didn’t try to get shut down, in which they are most definitely both still welcome and could appear together without blowing her cover and/or getting shot on sight? neither. in a “let’s physically go out by the fire pit” sense, lyra.

who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? honestly, both of them, because in the event they were cooking one of them probably decided to be distracting~ while they waited~ and oh no they forgot about it oh no everything’s on fire oh no shaggy put it out oh no shaggy how could you let this happen

CHORES

who cleans the room? shaggy

who is really against chores? both to an extent, but especially lyra

who cleans up after the pets? neither, but since john philosophically opposes their presence in the first place and tries to ship them off to jacob every tuesday, it sure as hell ain’t him

who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? if, inexplicably, they’re sweeping, it’s lyra, both proverbially and literally

who stresses the most when guests are coming over? if the guest is joseph ( or even jacob ), JOHN. otherwise they’re unconcerned.

who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? a dollar? one (1) dollar? john keeps literal stacks of thousands of dollars in cash just sitting around. the answer is hopefully not the resistance.

MISC

who takes the longer showers/baths? john ( but lyra usually joins. )

who takes the dog out for a walk? shaggy, boomer has almost taken his leg off on fifty separate occasions. ( it’s lyra. )

how often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? canonically they never have the opportunity, really, but lyra probably would have decorated for the winter holidays. some mistletoe on the antlers, a garland on that sinner corpse hanging out by the porch. beautiful.

what are their goals for the relationship? to make it to new eden, tbh. they found unconditional love in each other when that was an impossibility for them for most of their lives; they just want to keep what they have and prove themselves worthy.

who is most likely to sleep till noon? JOHN. lyra’s up before dawn every day ( and drags him out of bed to watch the sunrise with her; he’s very excited for the apocalypse. )

who plays the most pranks? pranks? lyra, but not the funny sort, it’s like...whoops, sorry, i forgot to mention i was roasting sinners out back, the grounds will smell like burning flesh for a bit! did you bring home any flayed skin today? <3 ( i jest, it’s more to the effect of “the sinners were terribly dull today so to amuse myself i told them i heard rumors about the judge and the reason they didn’t know you had a wife is because you kept her locked in a sex dungeon. also, adelaide wants you to spank her. how went the confessions?” )

#answered #x: from eden #oc: lyra fairbanks #asks: lyra

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runabout-river · 4 years

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Chicago P.D./Mayans M.C. crossover Part 1

Thanks for @hardcore-flower who came up with this crossover idea, which I couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days. I love crossovers, though in this case I have to admit that I didn’t actually watch Mayans M.C. but I did watch Sons of Anarchy from start to finish, which is probably the reason why I immediately started daydreaming about this:

(note: unlike with @hardcore-flower ‘s idea, I don’t think Antonio would actually join a criminal gang, I also had background hanktonio planned but in the end I left it out completely, also just the spare backdrop of the Mayans on account of me not knowing the show, also also this got so long that I had to split it into two parts)

Part 1.

The tension between him and Hank was climbing higher and higher though it was obvious that Antonio suffered significantly more under it than his boss. All of their strife came directly from their police work, especially when Hank’s brutality and cover ups escalated again, something that slowly started to bleed into their personal lives. He tried to fight that criminal energy that reared its ugly head every time their job became hard, or when it was just that easy to get away with it, and at first he believed in himself and Hank.

The Intelligence Unit could and should operate lawfully and under public scrutiny but with the way Hank was handling many of their cases it seemed as if he saw himself as the arbiter of the law and the only protector of his sheep, the innocent populace. Antonio believed in law and order and that no one should be above it. Not criminals, not Hank.

He thought it meant something when Hank became the sergeant of the IU and didn’t throw him out immediately. That him trying to have Casey killed really was just a one-time act of temporary desperation and insanity. Later he thought that he could be some kind of counterweight to Hank’s worst ideas and impulses, balancing out the unlawful interrogation techniques by reducing them to a bad cop/good cop routine or just making sure that all the threatened violence really was just for show.

At first it all seemed to work out, at least to an acceptable degree which Antonio could live with. He spent his whole career working in Chicago and as sad as it is to admit but police brutality of varying intensity always existed in the force and Antonio himself ended up being complicit in it, especially in his younger years. But he expected better from the Unit in this day and age and set out to make it so.

It worked for some time but unfortunately just as Hank’s police conduct got worse, Antonio’s resistance and endurance of dealing with it got brutally hit as well. Physically he had to deal with getting shot at for the second time in two years, courtesy of some drug dealers and Pulpo, which later led to being prescribed Oxycodone to deal with the pain. Laura left him on top of that which hit him hard emotionally. Three years into working with Hank and Antonio’s mental wellbeing was suffering which the addiction to his painkillers both helped to alleviate but also made him hurt in other ways.

Then Justin died and everything went from bad to worse. Hank killed his son’s murderer which Antonio confronted him about immediately afterwards. But it was a bad time to oppose the sergeant and Hank made sure that Antonio felt it for the next year. Physically hurting suspects became the norm instead of just an extreme occasion. Even threats against mere witnesses became more and more common and were followed through in more cases than Antonio liked to admit.

And worst of all? The team got turned into Hank’s way thinking, following his orders without doubting them in any meaningful way. Antonio never counted on Erin and Olinsky to rear Hank in but to see the rest of them not only going along but actively participating in illegal interrogation techniques, illegal observation and the kind of brutal police work that would go viral if it were ever recorded on a phone, saddened him to an unimaginable degree. He should have prevented this but obviously he failed.

He should have tried to build some kind unity with the others who were thinking more like him when he had the chance, but Whilhite died and left a gaping hole in Antonio’s heart. Ruzek found his new mentor in Olinsky and Hank fired Sumner at the first excuse. Atwater was more malleable than he thought and Burgess was too eager to serve some kind of justice instead of the right one. Roman was a good police officer but Hank would have never put him into the unit. Mouse, like Jin before him, had not much of a say in the way the unit worked and Nadia would have followed more into Erin’s footsteps than someone else’s. Trudy didn’t work inside the unit but unfortunately she herself had a certain tolerance for Hank’s behaviour as long as she didn’t see it with her own eyes.

Only Jay was his last hope but that hope diminished with every new case. Maybe it was because of Erin or maybe it was Antonio himself who couldn’t keep him in line, but Jay had less and less to say about hitting a suspect one too many times and lying about it later, or about rearranging the scene of a shooting to suit the needs of the IU. He was even passed the point where he either removed himself from the brutal interrogations or watched them silently.

Right now Jay was a willing participant in all of that, ready to excuse anything and everything they did in the name of justice served. Worst of all Antonio could see the guilt in his eyes when he heard those words from him, making him feel bad deep down because he was the one who brought Jay into the team. Jay’s sense of moral integrity seemingly eroded before his eyes and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

And Antonio himself? If he was not getting outright benched for certain raids and suspect retrievals he was sent to other places, far away from whatever fingers were being broken right now. Opposing Hank was unbelievably stressing. Being put into place was humiliating. Reporting the most egregious instances to the higher ups felt more and more like putting his carrier and occasionally even his safety on the line.

His pill problem only got worse because of that. Every back and forth with Hank and every losing argument with his team got so stressing that he took one like a smoker would a cigarette. It was sad and infuriating at the same time, frustrating and heart breaking in equal measure. Sometimes Antonio didn’t know where to put all his emotions or what to do with them deep in the night. When he finally found room to breathe normally again a nagging thought kept him awake, that maybe, maybe he had problems other than just an addiction.

In the end it was fear that slowly started to rule his life, mostly the fear that he might end up like Jay, of surrendering his principles to Hank Voight. When the next case came everything in Antonio’s life seemed to come to a halt. The case was convoluted and a little chaotic, one where you just had to work through tons of witnesses who named more witnesses, where you had to temporarily expand your IT workforce because of the insane amount of data that needed to be analysed.

But the Intelligence Unit had more “efficient” ways to fall back to, direct and critically faster as Ruzek said. Uncompromising police work was necessary as Burgess put it. It came to a point where the team expected everything that came out of Antonio’s mouth to be a critique of some sort and they went the extra mile of shutting him out beforehand. It wasn’t just Hank anymore, it was the whole team this time. He was being excluded on the grounds of not bending the rules and laws to his whim, of not being a criminal with delusions of righteousness. It was devastating.

His last confrontation with Hank went poorly but this one was just plain awful, the backlash more than excessive. It got physical for one, and one of the others was also there to witness it. He tried to get across just how unnecessary any violent action was right now, an ironic statement if there ever was one as he was uncomfortably pressed against a wall at that moment, but his sergeant basically took that as an attack against his character, his authority and even his whole career which he sacrificed so much for.

It ended with him being sent home for the day, an action that mystified Antonio to no end. Why wouldn’t Hank just fire him already if he was just that much of a hindrance to “real police work”, if he was always “guilt tripping” everyone out of “spite”. If they didn’t want him there then they should just throw him out. Vote on that if they have to, hardly anyone would be on his side. So instead of going home he drove back to the station, taking two pills after getting into the car and another one inside the police building.

He went their room up and down for a while, only pushing himself to come to a decision when the arrival of the others became a dreadful possibility. He printed out the resignation form, filled it out and put it on Hank’s desk. Slowly and haltingly his badge and gun followed. Antonio took one last look around the office, swallowed another pill and left while forcing himself not to look back.

(note: I would apreciate it immensely if someone with mother tongue level of english skills could beta for me before I put this on Ao3 :)

#antonio dawson #hank voight #jay halstead #chicago pd #mayans mc #headcanon #police brutality #one chicago

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superman86to99 · 4 years

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Superman: The Man of Steel #26 (October 1993)

REIGN OF THE SUPERMEN! In this issue: Steel vs. the Cyborg... or, if you prefer, John Henry vs. the Machine. The Man in Black and the Man of Steel are still exploring the Cyborg Superman’s ginormous Engine City (formerly Coast City) when they hear a massive rumble -- looks like someone put the keys in the ignition, which is bad news for everyone on Earth. See, the Cyborg’s plan was to put several of these engines across the planet to turn the Earth into a knock-off Death Star, but his lackey Mongul betrayed him and decided to start the first engine before time. As a result, the whole planet will spin out of orbit and break itself apart due to, uh, physics and stuff.

Our heroes bump into Mongul as he’s making his escape, and he decides to stick around a little while longer to beat their asses. The Man in Black decides to fight Mongul to allow Steel to go into the engine itself and hopefully turn it off before it destroys the planet. Now, Mongul might be a planet-killing bastard, but at least he’s considerate enough to give the Man in Black and Steel a little moment to themselves before they separate. Aw.

“It’s you! The guy who looks exactly like the steel mask I’ve been looking at!”

So, Steel goes into the engine, but the thing is so massive and complex that he doesn’t know how to even start turning it off. Luckily, he gets some unexpected tech assistance from the Cyborg (well, some chunks of metal animated by the Cyborg’s mind) and his complete inability to STFU.

Steel basically just lets the Cyborg keep talking about how the engine works as they fight, then uses that information to formulate a sophisticated plan to shut the machine down. That plan is called “jam the Cyborg and himself into the gears and make the whole thing explode”.

It works! The Cyborg is still alive and he still has a giant, kryptonite-powered fortress in his power, but at least the planet won’t crumble anymore, so that’s something. Anyway, let’s check on how the Man in Black’s been doing against Mongul...

Uh-oh.

Character-Watch:

Superboy had his big character-defining moment a few weeks ago when he pushed himself to the limit to stop that missile, and now it’s Steel’s turn. If Superboy’s moment was about rising up to the occasion, Steel’s is more about using his engineer brain to outsmart the Cyborg. His best stories are the ones where he tackles impossible problems until he finally breaks them down (literally, with a hammer). What a cool character. Too bad he died in this issue and stuff.

Plotline-Watch:

Halfway through the issue we see Green Lantern Hal Jordan coming back to Earth from a mission in space and he’s like “And now to take a big sip of water and check on my beloved home town of Coast City...” Don Sparrow says: “Some rough news, to be sure, but Hal’s been a noble hero for so long, I know he’ll be able to handle the disappointment like the hero as he has been consistently been portrayed for all these decades…”

Don’t worry, we’ll see Hal go “down there” in Green Lantern #46 soon!

We also see Old Man Eradicator flying down on Engine City. It’s all coming together!

Supergirl, once again in her invisible form, tries to help the mostly powerless Man in Black against Mongul, but he showers her with a convenient oil pipe and takes her out of commission in two seconds. If I were the Man in Black, I’d ask for a refund on my Emergency Secret Weapon.

Jeb-Watch: Lois sees Jeb “Homewrecker” Friedman for the first time since he kissed her last month, and he tries to get her attention with a pretty shocking accusation: that she (*gasp*) loves Superman. Jeb expert Don Sparrow says: “I’m pretty famous for my hatred of Jeb in these pages, so I gotta love how hard Lois is ignoring him. Aside from dismissing his sexist jabs, his would-be haymaker about her loving Superman and not Clark is flat out ignored, and to my memory, never brought up again. Besides, if Clark is dead, as Jeb thinks he is, what would be wrong with Lois loving Superman? Stupid Jeb.” Suck it, Jeb.

And I’ll just let Don keep talking now. More after the jump!

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

This entire issue feels to me like it’s being backed with a guitar solo, and the cover is no exception: pure badassery, as Superman and the Man of Steel run from explosions like action movie stars. The opening splash on page one doubles down on the badassery, with Superman wielding an Image-comics-scale firearm (and while Jon Bogdanove has never shown an inability to draw feet, the convenient smoke hiding them does also remind me of Rob Liefeld, so more Image homage). [Max: I think he covered the feet so we can’t see Steel using his jet boots to look taller than Superman, again.]

Then ANOTHER splash follows on page 2-3 where we see the scale of our heroes relative to the giant engine structure.

Mongul’s bearhug looks pretty painful on page 6, and page 7 gives us yet another variation on the great poster from the Cyborg Superman’s first appearance. [Max: Those shots of Cyborg inside the machines always give me Superman III PTSD.] I love the mixture of low-tech and high tech that Bogdanove uses to show us the alien Engine City. Aside from wires and gears, we also get shapes that look very analog, like transistors and the like. Also the Cyborg being shown coming to life through his structures is a real visual playground for the art team, with some of his forms looking like himself, and others looking downright monstrous.

Did I think we’d get to see an oiled up Supergirl when I opened this issue? No, no I did not.

The beating Mongul lays on Superman is very painfully drawn, particularly that last left hook Superman takes. [Max: Why does this look so familiar? It could be that similar cover image with Bibbo punching Superman, but I have a feeling both things are homages to something else. Some Neal Adams thing maybe?]

Mongul’s power level has always been something of a mystery to me. Alan Moore’s “For the Man Who Has Everything” put him on a par with Superman, right up there with Darkseid for power level. But then when Superman fought him in the gladiatorial games on Warworld, Superman didn’t have much trouble beating him, even though he had been out of range of a yellow sun for a very long time and was therefore, again, only using a fraction of his regular power.

The sequence of Steel hammering away at the Cyborg is well done, and appropriately reminiscent of The Mechanical Monsters, from the old Fleischer Superman cartoons (a well that Bogdanove rightly revisits a lot!)

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

This issue serves as a precursor to the Man of Steel comics from the early 2000s, where John Henry Irons served as an unofficial partner to Superman in Superman: The Man of Steel when it was being written by Mark Schultz (one of the more readable Superman titles of the mostly awful Joe Kelly-Joe Casey era).

Mongul’s done a lot of lousy things over the years, but it was downright decent of him to just flat out stand there and wait for Superman and Steel to have their bro moment before attacking the very-weakened Superman. [Max: Great minds, Don.]

This issue reads very choppily, as a lot of the transitions are jarringly abrupt. From when Superman barely finishes his sentence when they come against Mongul, or later when we cut away from Jeb midsentence to the Cyborg, then jumping right to Steel in the engine room, it can be confusing as a reader. Anyone else notice this?

Looks like Bog has skipped right past the Clint Eastwood of last week, and is taking the Eradicator right into R. Lee Ermey territory.

It’s fitting that in what amounts to the final issue of this being a Steel comic (until his own later series) that they finally raise the John Henry story, as the inspiration for Steel’s name. In an industry with a reputation for underrepresenting people of colour, Simonson and Bogdanove’s Superman: the Man of Steel has consistently featured prominent African-American characters, and portrayed them with nuance and dignity rarely afforded in the mid-90s.

I would have liked to seen a little more acknowledgement from the Cyborg of just how much his plans are screwed up, but I suppose it’s all supposed to further demonstrate how insane he is. One thing after another, his plans fail (Superboy survives, saves Metropolis, Warworld conversion fails, SUPERMAN IS ALIVE, Mongul betrays him, Green Lantern is coming to help, etc). Now he’s saying “ah, it’s all cool, all that matters is my plan to kill Superman!” Except that he thought that Superman was dead when he hatched this whole plan! [Max: I guess they had to make it sound like there was still stuff on the line before the big climax... but yeah, that was weird. No one’s buying it, Hank.]

Aside from a few pages where they go ALL OUT (like the aforementioned Engine City spread), there’s a real dearth of backgrounds in this issue, with tons of figures on solid or blank backgrounds.

I’m glad we got a little update on Lois after Superman jetbooted away again, it was kind of her to assure them that this is indeed the real Clark who has returned. Still, that conversation could have been a lot more awkward than it was.

FOOLS! The Man in Black is an impostor! My money’s on Bibbo now.

#superman #louise simonson #jon bogdanove #dennis janke #steel #coast city #mongul #ma kent #pa kent #jeb friedman #hank henshaw #hal jordan #green lantern #supergirl #eradicator #old man eradicator #agh no i thought about superman iii goodbye sleep #reign of the supermen

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ships-sailing-in-the-night · 7 years

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The Darkest Hour

“Please, don’t do this!” Lucifer’s voice faltering as he pleaded with the gunman. Casey had his gun pointed in Chloe’s direction and was threatening to pull the trigger if they didn’t allow him to escape. Chloe held her gun between her two hands, finger resting lightly on the trigger in case he tried to run. Thankfully she had called in backup and they had St. Vincent De Paul Catholic Church surrounded. If he did manage to escape without Chloe getting him first, the cops would surely gun him down outside if he attempted to get out of their grasp.

“No, the terms are straight. You let me leave this place and I will spare your blonde friend here a bullet to the head.

“Casey you murdered two innocent people. You took their lives away from them and away from their family. And what for? Money? Drugs? No, there is no way I am going to allow you to walk free.” Chloe stated calmly yet assertively, no quiver in her voice even though he still had the gun aimed in her direction.  “Casey...Casey look at me.” Lucifer tried to distract Casey's attention away from the Detective and towards him, he slowly walked up the aisle of the church sanctuary. Casey turned his head and then pointed the gun towards Lucifer. Well, at least the Detective is safe, I'm mortal with her proximity, but her safety is all that matters.

“Tell me, is this what you really want? To be a fugitive and have to run from the law the rest of your life? You can’t possibly tell me this is what you truly desire?”

“This is what I want. I want to run free and not have to worry about anything. No more paying bills, no more being the guy in the background, no more being a poor ass worker. Nope, not anymore.”

“You stabbed poor Kelly seven times in the chest. Why?” Lucifer proceeded to speak with Casey to keep his focus on him.

“She found out about my drug deals with the cartel. She threatened to turn me into the cops and I couldn’t let that happen, now could I? We were in the kitchen that morning fighting about it and I saw the knife right there on the counter, so I just reached over and picked it up. The first blow was the hard one because I loved her man, but bitch had it coming to her. She could never keep her mouth shut about anything and she slept around a lot. Things I guess just got easier from there out.” 

“You're completely insane….what about Adam?” This time Chloe asked which brought both Casey’s attention and the gun back toward her. Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat at the action, he moved up the aisle further, coming almost in arm's length of Chloe.

“He was my best friend, yes, in fact, he even worked with me. But competition arose and you know. I couldn’t let him climb up the ladder too much, that would mean he would get a better cut than me. What can I say? I’m a competitive man. Now, enough of this chit chat, either let me leave or blondie here is going to receive a nasty ass headache.” In Lucifer’s throat a beastly growl roared inside of him, one Chloe had noticed but was oblivious to Casey. Chloe quickly shifted her eyes to get a peripheral view of her partner. He was close enough to both her and Casey, should he decide to make a run for it.

“That would not be a good idea, Casey. Murdering two civilians, running from the boys in blue and then murdering a cop…Tsk tsk, you're in for a Hell of a lot of trouble.” Lucifer stated, allowing the ‘L’ from the word Hell to roll off his tongue. Casey kept all of his attention focused on Chloe and the gun held in his hand. Lucifer’s eyes turned hot red as all the fires in hell enclosed around them. Casey, attention still on Chloe had not seen the hellfire within his eyes. In what seemed like a fraction of a second he pressed his finger against the hard trigger, releasing the bullet from its casing and projectiling it in Chloe’s direction.

“NO!!!!” Time seemed to slow down around them, Lucifer stood in horror as he watched the bullet mid-flight. It moved in a straight line, coming just inches away from Chloe’s head. He had to act now otherwise Chloe was going to die, and so help him Dad that was not an option! Lucifer ran with all the supernatural speed he still had in the presence of the Detective and shielded her body with his own. Wrapping his arms around her waist he held onto her as hard as possible as they both fell heavily to the floor, his body weight practically crushing her below him. Casey took that opportunity to place the gun in the back of his pants and ran down the church aisle. Chloe slithered out from underneath Lucifer and grabbed her gun that had been pushed from out of her hands when Lucifer grabbed her. Gun in hand she ran away from the altar only to see Casey run out the door but then stop dead in his tracks. He had the gun above his head as 3 cops had they're trained on his. Slowly he let go of the gun while a fourth cop came from behind and cuffed him, forcing him to his knees. She sighed in relief that at least the suspect was going to go to jail where he wouldn't be able to hurt any more innocent people. She heard a groan and turned around to find Lucifer on his knees, hunched over. He pulled his hand away from his stomach to reveal that it was covered in a red liquid.

“No…” Her eyes widen as she ran to his side just as he fell onto his back. Lucifer gasped in pain as his back hit the hard surface of the wooden sanctuary floor. His body was quickly surrounded by the crimson liquid that flowed from his chest. Chloe quickly stripped herself of her leather jacket, wadded it up into a ball and put it on his chest. However, it was quickly stained with the amount of blood that was spilling out from his body. His breaths became quick and his body shook from the pain.

“Are you hurt?!?” Lucifer asked as he clenched his teeth together, trying to ignore the burning in his chest.

“No, I'm fine but…Lucifer your hurt! You’re the Devil. You're supposed to be immortal!”

“If only that was true Detective, I am only mortal around you.” He closed his eyes and attempted to take deep breaths.

“What…me? What makes me so special?”

“You are a miracle Detective, and therefore you are the only human that can physically harm me.” He saw the look on Chloe's face, a mixture of shock and horror.

“But that means…..no.”

“I'm afraid so Detective. Whenever I am around you I become mortal.”

“The night I shot you in the warehouse-

“My first experience with mortality….first time I bled.” Chloe smacked Lucifers’ shoulder, earning a grunt from him in which she quickly apologized.

“Damn it Lucifer, why do you still work with me if I make you mortal?”

“Because being able to be with you every day and work with you is worth a bullet in the leg or a punch in the face.” Her partner, the Devil, is bleeding out on the church floor but he somehow manages to make sincere comments that just stops the beating in Chloe’s heart.

“Get down on the ground!” Dan yelled after Casey had come running out of the church, gun in hand. Casey, seeing that he was surrounded with no escape route complied. He dropped his gun onto the gray concreted under him and bent one leg at a time until he was on his knees with his hands placed behind his head in a surrendering position. Sgt. Troy jumped over the railing, approaching the gunman from behind with the handcuffs in his grasp.

“Casey Smith, you are under the arrest for the murders of Kelly Price, Adam Stinger, and attempted fleeing from Justice. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” Sgt. Troy stated as he placed the metal cuffs on each of Casey's wrists. A second police officer came and assisted in lifting him up and walking him over to the car where they placed him in the back seat. Dan filed a report with the other members of the force before he made his way toward the front door of the church.

Unbeknownst to Dan and the rest of the cops outside, no one knew what had happened inside the church. No one had heard the sound of the shot with all the commotion outside with the cops trying to block off the perimeter and keep the press away. No one knew that inside, Chloe was loosing Lucifer.

“Lucifer….Lucifer stay with me! Stay with me.” Chloe raised his head and placed it on her lap, her left hand resting on his cheek while her right hand pressed down on her jacket firmly, trying to seize the blood from pouring out from Lucifer. There was so much blood, the police were occupied outside arresting Casey but none had come inside of the church yet. No one knew that her partner had been shot point blank in the stomach and was losing blood fast. He groaned and leaned his head further back into her lap, she stroked his cheek, wiping away the warm liquid that was now running down the side of his face.

“…Detect-……….Chloe.” Lucifer coughed a little blood as he whispered her name, starring up at her aqua eyes, they were filled with sadness.

“I’m here. Keep your eyes open, help will come.” Chloe's lips quivered as she answered him, tears starting to form in her own eyes, just seconds of threatening to spill out.

“..I- I'm sorry….“  “Shhhh, don’t speak. You need to save your strength.” She moved her hand from his cheek to in-between the locks of his dark black hair, massaging his head trying all she could to help ease his pain.

“No…sorry…..didn’t show you sooner….should-.…” He coughed again causing more crimson liquid to fall past his lips and down the side of his chin.

“…shown you…..from...beginning.” He closed his eyes and painfully swallowed a liquid mixture of blood and tears. “Chloe…please…forgive me…” He blinked, allowing another tear to escape from his eyes.

“No,” Chloe responded, shaking her back and forth, biting her bottom lip. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped being you partner just because of what you showed me. The truth is-“ Chloe looked up towards the ceiling, blinking to push the tears that started to escape back into their ducts.

“….I knew all along but I was too scared to accept it. And because of that, I went after Casey along. I’m the one who got myself into trouble and I'm the reason that your hurt, and I shouldn’t have abandoned our friendships…our partnership.” She started to cry, tears now running down her cheeks like a waterfall, dripping off of her face on onto Lucifer’s forehead.

“Lucifer…i’m so sorry, can you please forgive me!” She leaned down and pressed her forehead against his now pale, wet, and slightly cooler forehead.

“Chloe….you truly are a miracle… if only….I didn’t let dad….stand in way....of us….I will…always forgive….” He coughed harder this time and took a very heavy breath in, trying to get oxygen into his lungs, but Chloe could tell he was struggling.

“As will I...Always.” she stated in return, taking her hand and wiping his chin from the blood that had stained it. Carefully she leaned down and brushed her lips lightly over his, feeling his breath become one with hers. She kept her eyes closed as she rested her forehead against his, breathing in his air and feeling one with him. Chloe could feel his smile against his chin and first the first time in his life Lucifer felt truly happy, but true happiness only lasts so long. Slowly his eyelids felt extremely heavy and they started to close, closing off the dark eyes from her view. He took one more inhale of air into his lungs, then letting it out before his chest no longer fell up and down.

“Lucifer?” She pulled her face slightly away from his, no longer feeling his breath against her smooth skin.

“…Lucifer!?” She gently stroked his face with her hand but received no response. His breathing had stopped and the smile that had rested on his lips had now faded.

“No no no, God no please!” She adjusted her position, laying his head on the floor so his body was flat and placed her hands on top of his heart. one, two, three, four, five…She pushed her weight onto his chest, trying her best to get his hard to start. After 30 compressions she opened up his mouth, pinched his nose and administered two rescue breaths….but nothing happened. She started on the second set of compressions when Dan came running into the church, gun loaded and in hand. When he noticed Chloe on the floor giving CPR to Lucifer he quickly called for an ambulance to arrive at the scene asap.

“Come on Lucifer! You are not leaving me…You can’t….I- …I need you.” After the second round of 30 was complete she administers two more breaths but still, nothing happened. Dan ran over to Lucifers side and checked for a pulse but couldn’t find anything. He leaned down towards Lucifer’s nose to see if he could sense a breath but again found nothing. Chloe got into position to start another set of compressions before Dan came behind her and tried to move her away from her partner's motionless body on the ground.

“Chloe. Chloe! I’m sorry, I'm so sorry….he’s gone.” Dan pulled her into his chest and placed a comforting hand on the back of her head. She sobbed into his chest as she wrapped her hands around the edge of his jacket.

“No….oh Dan…this is all my fault.”

“You did everything you could, everything in your power.” Dan placed a gentle, reassuring kiss on the top of her head as he continued to stroke her head, allowing her to completely lose herself against her chest.

The paramedics arrived not only five seconds later, they tried a shot of adrenaline and a defibrillator but received no better results. They stated their condolences as they removed the body from the floor, wrapping the club owner in a white sheet, and placing him on the stretcher. Chloe tried to leave with them, but Dan held her back. She all the force and might inside of her to get to her friend…her partner….her Lucifer. Dan was, unfortunately, stronger and managed to keep her back as the paramedics wheeled the body out of the church and further away from Chloe. Once they had exited Chloe felt her knees buckle under weight as she collapsed onto the floor. Dan stood and lowered his head towards the floor as he watched Chloe sob uncontrollably on the floor as well as cursing God for taking away the man she loved.

“He didn’t deserve this….” She whispered as looked up from her curled portion on the floor up at the crossing that was standing near the altar.

“He didn’t…..”

Lucifer blinked his eyes, squinting to the bright white light that was all around him. His abdomen was still sore from when the bullet had penetrated him back on in the church…THE CHURCH! ��Chloe,” he called out, her name releasing from his lips as a prayer. His breathing was heavy and he tried to call out to her again, the sensation of the touch of her hand on his face made him reach up to grab onto it. He searched for the warmth of her body but found only coldness. Only then did he realize he was alone. He groaned as he pushed himself into an upright, sitting position, away from the cold, hard, bright floor. Blinking repeatedly he tried to adjust to the scintillating environment, after a few minutes his eyes had adjusted completely and he was able to fully open them. Looking around he saw marble columns and a large gold lined iron gate.

“…it…it can’t be………He wouldn’t dare….” Those three words were barely audible, but a low hmmm from behind him caused Lucifer to stand up quickly and turn towards the direction of the noise.

“…Dad?” He looked wide eyed at his father who stood towering over him in long, cream robes, his gray hair hanging on his shoulders and his toes peeking out from his leather sandals.

“Son.....”

…

“We need to talk.”

Life goes on…. Whether you choose to move on and take a chance in the unknown. Or stay behind, locked in the past, thinking of what could have been. Sometimes we just have to let things go. And though dark days are ahead of us, It is in these moments that we will find the light.

Welp, that’s all folks! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Based off:

Dark-sided thought: Chloe finding out the truth but not knowing he is only vulnerable around her. they haven’t worked stuff out yet and it’s tense, and he gets shot trying to protect her. lucifer fckn dies in her arms but before he’s begging her for forgiveness. like he’s bleeding out and he says her name for the first time and she’s crying and kisses him forgives him and he dies. wakes up in heaven and god is like “son, we need to talk.” SEASON FINALE

NOTE: This has not been beta-ed so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

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Wow, what a game. I won’t spoil the end in case any of you recorded the Nationals/Cubs game and haven’t seen it yet, but if you haven’t yet watched and will, or are watching it now, you’re in for a treat.

Okay, I lied. I WILL spoil it. But I’ll do so under the cut because I can’t say my thing without spoiling it.

That was a real nail-biter, no matter which team you were rooting for. But I’m glad the Cubbies pulled it off.

But it puts me in a conundrum. I grew up in L.A. (well, across the street from L.A., but close enough that the Dodgers were always my team). I count myself VERY fortunate to have grown up listening to Vin Scully call games.

Later in life I moved to the suburbs of Chicago. I fell in love with the Cubs. I’ve sat in the right field bleachers, where fans are known as “bleacher bums” -- they may get the cheap seats, but they LOVE their team.

I remember watching Sammy Sosa (before we knew he was juiced) from the bleachers. Once in a while a bleacher bum would yell out “Sammy! How many outs are there?” and Sammy would hold up the appropriate amount of fingers to answer. He would acknowledge the bleacher bums when he ran out onto the field.

And I watched some doozies of baseball games between the Cubs and Brewers back then. It seemed like any time they got together, the game was going to be a heck of a ride.

So no matter what, a team I love is going to the World Series.

So I’m going to cheer for both.

But, honestly, as thrilled as I was when the Cubs broke their 108-year draught when it comes to World Series wins last year...it’s been 29 years for the Dodgers now. I still remember Kirk Gibson’s epic home run vs Dennis Eckersley (an amazing pitcher who would be inducted into baseball’s Hall of Fame in 2004, in his first year of eligibility, with over 80% of the vote), a call that will always stand as one of the greatest of all time -- not just for Vin Scully’s build-up, but for that moment when Vin Scully knew it was best to just shut up and let the moment speak for itself.

Even if you’re not a sportsball fan, watch this video. A bit of background: Kirk Gibson was hurt. Tommy Lasorda, the Dodgers manager, asked Kurt if he could hit if needed. How is a guy with injuries to BOTH legs supposed to beat out a single hit to right field?

The simple answer: hit it hard enough so that you don’t have to be fast.

Kirk GIbson wasn’t even in the dugout before he got the call to come up. He was in the clubhouse watching the game on TV while undergoing physical therapy. Because his conversation with Lasorda happened before the game, and they didn’t want to give the Oakland A’s any indication that Gibson could possibly enter the game, even just as a pinch hitter. Even Vin Scully, the Dodgers announcer, had mentioned that GIbson was “nowhere to be found” when the cameras scanned the Dodgers’ dugout.

Lasorda even sent Dave Anderson to the on-deck circle during the at-bat before, not wanting to tip his hand (but not officially making the substitution with the umpires). Gibson took a few practice swings out of public view.

And then this happened:

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Gibson had been told to expect a backdoor slider if the count reached 3-2, as Eckersley had a habit of throwing that pitch with a 3-2 count to a lefty. The runner on first had been instructed to steal second if the count reached two strikes, because they figured the A’s wouldn’t intentionally walk Gibson with two strikes.

This happened in Game 1 of the World Series. Gibson had no other at-bats in that year’s World Series. But the one he had? He made it count. And the Dodgers took that momentum far enough to win it all in 1988.

You just heard Vin Scully’s call. Here’s the text of Don Drysdale’s call (likely on the radio broadcast):

Well, the crowd on its feet and if there was ever a preface, to "Casey at the Bat," it would have to be the ninth inning. Two out. The tying run aboard, the winning run at the plate, and Kirk Gibson, standing at the plate.

Gibson, a deep sigh ... re-gripping the bat ... shoulders just shrugged ... now goes to the top of the helmet, as he always does ... steps in with that left foot. Eckersley, working out of the stretch ... here's the three-two pitch ... and a drive hit to right field (voice changes to high pitch) WAY BACK! THIS BALL ... IS GONE! (After delay) This crowd will not stop! They can't believe the ending! And this time, Mighty Casey did NOT strike out!

Eckersley, to his credit, years later said:

Somebody said that the Dodgers knew I threw a backdoor slider on 3–2. I don’t know if that’s true or not. I didn’t get to 3–2 that often, but if that’s what the guy told him, if that’s what he had on his mind, good for him. Either way, it was a terrible slider.

Gibson later said, “It really was not that bad a pitch, and I put an ugly swing on it.”

But in baseball, sometimes the improbable happens. Which is why I love the game.

Go Dodgers.

Go Cubs.

Hooray for both of you. I wish you could somehow play in the World Series against each other, but that’s not possible since you’re in the same league. But whichever of you wins the National League championship, I’ll be rooting for you over either the Yankees or Astros (though I do hope the Astros beat the Yankees).

#Dodgers #Cubs #playoffs #MLB #Kirk Gibson

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