#fic.🌧 not a proposal

[lost-in-lamentation]

💉🌧 - sick fic, rain.

lucifer × gen!reader. fluff.

warnings: lucifer gets sick, kind of collapses, nothing serious.

content: on a rainy day, lucifer lends you his umbrella. he discovers the consequences later.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

lucifer has always been prepared for anything. even the rainy days, which are scarce in the devildom to begin with.

the rain continuously pelts against the windows of his office in RAD, rattling the frames as it fights to keep the inside world dry. quietly, lucifer overlooks the proposed curriculum for a new devildom mathematics class as you scribble away on your own assignments. the demon enjoys these moments, when neither of you can be bothered by anyone from a specific set of individuals. but the rain is only getting worse, and lucifer needs to prioritise.

“MC, are you done your work?”

you stretch your arms above your head, a soft yawn escaping you as you nod your head. “just about. should we head back?”

“yes. the rain may only get worse if we wait any longer.” lucifer hears you hum in agreement and begins to pack his own things away. the papers rustle as he slides them into a folder; a gentle sound compared to how it continues to rumble outside. he tells you he’ll wait at the front doors for you, grabbing the umbrella he keeps just in case from the shelf. you don’t take long to finish, but when you run up to meet him, lucifer can’t help but notice the way you’ve draped your uniform jacket over your head. “do i want to ask what you’re doing?”

“well…” shifting your weight from side to side, lucifer can tell you’re debating your options. “i don’t have an umbrella.” the avatar of pride shoots you an incredulous look, causing you to stutter. “look, i- it barely rains down here! you can’t just expect me to have an umbrella at the ready!”

all of a sudden, you’re pouting at lucifer, and he is at a loss for words. he scans you carefully, releasing a resigned sigh as he holds his umbrella out to you. “we’ve wasted enough time.”

you shake your jacket into its original place as you take the umbrella. “what about you?”

“i would prefer if you were protected from the rain.”

“you’ll get sick if you walk in the rain.”

“nonsense. that only applies to humans.”

lucifer learns it does not apply to only humans.

three days later, beel is knocking quietly at your door, reporting that lucifer has not been seen for the last 24 hours. you suppress a cheeky grin, promising the concerned twin that you would go and check on the eldest. you pad down the hallway in almost complete silence, the carpeted floor doing well to muffle your footsteps. your knuckles rap softly against lucifer’s door, but before you can get a response, the door creaks open by itself.

“lucifer?” you whisper into the pitch black room, waiting for your vision to adjust to the darkness as you shut the door behind you. “lucifer, where in diavolo’s name are you?” you hiss in feigned annoyance, pulling your d.d.d. out of your pocket to use the screen as a flashlight. finally, you see him; sitting on the ground, propped up against the couch rather than on the couch itself. despite the lack of lighting, you can tell that his hair is dishevelled, and his breathing comes out erratic instead of steady. carefully, you shuffle to his side, pocketing your phone so that you have both your hands free. your fingers are gentle as you brush the stray hairs out of his face, and your hands, cold to the touch, have lucifer leaning into you for a fraction of a second. “you’re burning up…”

instantly, pride returns. lucifer pulls away from you, eyes wide as he struggles to gain his bearings. “MC, my room is not one where you can come and go when you’d like,” he rasps, pulling himself up while he pretends he wasn’t just unconscious on the ground. “leave before i curse you.” the demon forces himself to his feet, face twisted in concentration as he tries not to tremble where he stands.

you straighten your back to stand next to him, arms held out in front of you in the event that lucifer fails to continue to stay upright. “you don’t look like you can curse anyone like this, lucifer.”

the air turns hot from his displeasure. “regardless, there is no reason for you to be in here.” lucifer can only manage a step before a migraine takes a hold of him. there are claws digging into his skin and a chasm splits his head in two, forcing him to his knees.

“lucifer!” you’re at his side in an instant, pulling his hands away from his head and gathering him into your arms. he gives in to you right away, his body weight pressing on you as the strength is sapped from him. his breathing, you notice, is jagged; he can barely take one full breath without it being interrupted. “lucifer, you need to lie down.” with much effort, you slide closer to the couch, counting yourself down mentally before pushing him up onto the cushions. when he groans at the movement, you can’t help but shush him softly, carding your fingers through his already mussed hair. you keep it up for a few minutes, waiting until his breathing evens out to slip away. but the eldest brother, sharp as always, calls out to you before you can leave.

“MC?”

you never thought you’d hate to hear lucifer so weak. “i’ll be right back, okay?” in record time, you run down to the kitchen to get him some water, as well as a spare rag just in case. by the time you return, lucifer is already sitting back up, dazed eyes lighting up ever so slightly when you appear in front of him. “didn’t i tell you to lie d-”

“don’t leave me.” you inhale sharply, attention snapping back from the things you gathered to the sick demon on the couch. “i won’t know what to do if you leave.”

carefully, you set your things down on the coffee table behind you. “i would never leave you, lucifer.”

“you just did.”

“i went to get you water,” you say in a low voice, reaching behind and grabbing the water bottle for him to see. “here.” lucifer waits for you to unscrew the cap before extending his hand to take it, but you shake your head ‘no’ and bring it to his lips for him. “your hands are shaking too much.”

luckily, a sick lucifer is much more agreeable than a regular lucifer, and he accepts without complaint. you watch as he slowly comes to his senses, cheeks flushed a scarlet red from both embarrassment and his sudden fever. “i’m sorry, MC. i am not myself.”

you give him a sigh, gazing at him with such stark affection that lucifer thinks he’s hallucinating again. “get some sleep then. i’ll make some food for when you wake up.”

lucifer says nothing, but instead wraps his fingers around your wrist weakly. “don’t leave.” he pauses, and you feel his grip tighten. “please,” he whispers; he begs.

unmoving, your eyes flicker from his hand on your wrist to his face. lucifer lowers his head, unwilling to return your gaze. behind you, the clock ticks rhythmically, counting the seconds that lucifer has been waiting for a response. of course, you resign, turning yourself around to sit on the edge of the couch. you swing your legs up onto the cushions, leaning back onto the arm rest so that you’re angled upwards. once you find yourself comfortable, you pull lucifer towards you, letting his head rest against your shoulder as more of his weight falls onto you. although his temperature still runs high, it’s lower than what it was when you first found him. the best thing now, you decide, is to hold him close.

you can hear the gentle patter of rain against the windows, a reminder of what landed you in this situation in the first place. but now, with lucifer peacefully dozing off in your embrace, you can’t help but think that you might never buy an umbrella at all.

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[pluviophile-imagines]

Not a Proposal

in which you've been dating dabi for long enough that you know he's not the marriage type. you've also been dating him long enough to know he likes to surprise you

dabi x reader

word count: 1.9k genre: fluff type: one-shot reader: neutral (no pronouns, neutral terms, neutral clothing) warnings: none

positioned in almost a crescent around you, his head was head propped against his hand to watch you intently.

you spoke up eventually, breaking the silence without turning to him. “you’re staring.”

“i’m gonna marry you,” was dabi’s response, said suddenly but with no less than absolute certainty.

Navigating a relationship with an A-ranked villain was, to put it simply, far easier than it really ought to be.

Though to be honest that might have been because of who you were dating. Dabi wasn’t exactly what you’d call high maintenance; the rocky part was breaking through his prickly exterior and officially beginning said relationship. Once that was done, it was surprisingly smooth sailing.

Sure, he was gone most days. Dates had to be on the down-low, at your apartment or in seedy bars that wouldn’t question your boyfriend’s infamous appearance. And though he technically lived with you, his personal effects were kept in a duffel, easy to hide or destroy in an emergency. Not to mention how difficult it was to get ahold of him; he’d contact you through burner phones, never able to keep one of his own, sometimes showing up at your apartment without notice.

Like this morning. He hadn’t texted in over a week; you weren’t very worried, though if a few more days had passed you might have begun keeping a keener ear out for reports of his arrest (or, heaven forbid, death). You were roused from your slumber by the sound of someone in your apartment, just past the closed door to your bedroom.

You swung your legs over and stood up from your bed silently, grabbing the nearest item that could vaguely be used as a weapon. Slowly opening your door, you peeled around the hallways corner to find your boyfriend in the kitchen.

The irony in how much you calmed down at the sight of Dabi, one of Japan’s most wanted criminals and member of the League of Villains, didn’t escape you. As you breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing your tense posture, Dabi paused his work and turned to you.

He set down the chopsticks in his hand, raising an arm silently to beckon you into his hold. You obliged, unable to keep the smile off your face as you ran to him and threw your arms around him. Closing your eyes, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath to inhale his distinct smell like wildfire—teakwood and ash and smoke.

You pressed a featherlight kiss to his shoulder, mouth quirking up into a smile as he gave a responding press of his lips to your temple.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up,” he said, voice low. “I’m not even close to being done with breakfast.”

“Mmm,” you hummed in response, “don’t scare me half to death by breaking into my apartment, then.”

“It’s my apartment too, dollface. Can’t break and enter into my own place.”

“Didn’t you lose your key three months ago? I know you jimmied the window.”

“What’s a little b and e to give my baby some b and e?”

You groaned at that, pulling back as punishment for the terrible pun. “That was awful. Just. Completely horrifying. Holy shit, why am I dating you?”

“My stunning good looks and morals.” Dabi deadpanned, raising a single eyebrow.

You leaned in to kiss him for real, locking lips for the first time in over a week and sighing happily against them. You felt him relax against you even more than when you’d hugged him, and for half a moment you almost expected him to give up on breakfast and simply carry you to your bedroom to celebrate your reunion.

He pulled back, though, and through your breathless panting you managed to gasp out, “You’re right about that first one.”

Dabi picked up his chopsticks again, using them to point back to your bedroom. “Go back to bed, dollface. I’ll bring breakfast to you.”

“What if I wanna stay out here and watch?”

A cock of his head, a raise of his eyebrow, once more setting the chopsticks on the counter—that was all the warning you got before he lunged. You yelped as you stumbled backwards, smile wide on your face, just barely avoiding his first attack. You didn’t stand a chance against the second. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you back towards him, and you melted into his body, throwing a hand back to meet the back of his neck and pull his head down to his shoulder.

“No, no.” He shook his head and spun you around in his arms. You didn’t have a second to regain your wits before he was tossing you over his shoulder and making his way back to your bedroom. “I said you’re going back to sleep.”

You were laughing, too happy to care that the motion was jolting his bony shoulder into your stomach. When he deposited you on your bed, you reached out, intending to pull him down with you.

Dabi was too fast, though. He grabbed your hand, tugging it toward him until you cradled his cheek, then turning into it to press a kiss to the center of your palm.

It was a surprisingly sweet motion from him. Such… softness was rare, but it seemed like it came more and more often as time went on. The thought made your heart flutter.

He left you in that daze, returning to the kitchen where you couldn’t see him but heard the process. You never went back to sleep, instead remaining sitting with the covers pulled over your lap and your phone in hand.

He returned within half an hour, proudly displaying the breakfast he’d made (and it did include eggs, but did not include bacon, a fact which you smugly pointed out to him). As you ate it, he was uncharacteristically quiet—not uncomfortably, just apparently basking in the moment, lounging with his long limbs spread out on the bed. He was positioned in almost a crescent around you, head propped against his hand to watch you intently.

You spoke up eventually, breaking the silence without turning to him. “You’re staring.”

“I’m gonna marry you,” was Dabi’s response, said suddenly but with no less than absolute certainty.

You choked on the rice you’d just put in your mouth, head whipping to face him and find that his expression displayed some strange combination of devotion and resolve that you’d never before seen grace his married face.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you choked out finally, “but where the fuck is this coming from?”

He gave a toss of his shoulders, something like a very Dabi-like shrug of disregard that lacked any form of malice, and pushed himself up to sit in front of you, still boring into you with that intense electric blue stare. “You wanna get married eventually, I’m stupid in love with you, you’re hopelessly into me. It’s pretty straightforward. I’m gonna marry you.”

He made it sound so simple, like all he had to do was make the decision. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had the conversation before, in vague, no-strings-attached terms—it was how he knew you wanted to marry, eventually. But that conversation had been months ago and you’d begun to think you weren’t going to, because you soon realized that Dabi was the only person you wanted as your husband and, well, you’d long come to terms with the fact that he neither could nor wanted to get married.

Except, apparently, that wasn’t true. Because here he was, declaring not only a desire to marry you but a confident intent to do exactly that.

“People normally ask, babe,” you settled upon saying. “Yanno, pop the question, get down on one knee, usually a ring involved. I don’t think it’s a proposal if you’re not proposing.”

“I’ll get you a ring,” he responded, like that was the most important thing to take away from your statement. “I’ll buy it for you, I won’t steal it. The money might be stolen, or otherwise immorally obtained, but the ring’ll be for real. So you can actually wear it. Show it off.”

You blinked, brow furrowing. You’d been dating for two years, sleeping with him for six months before that, and not once had you ever thought he’d have actually proposed to you. Ever. He just wasn’t the type. But that didn’t mean you hadn’t fantasized about it. Sure, for many people, marriage meant very little. Devotion wasn’t defined by a ring and a legal document. It meant something to you, though, and your heart was melting at the fact that he knew how much it meant to you.

“You can’t get married,” you said finally, practicality seeping in. “You’re a wanted criminal, babe. And I’m not keen on getting legally tied to some fake identity. I wanna marry you, Dabi.”

“You will.” He nodded, so assured it made you want to laugh deliriously. “I’ll figure everything out.”

“It doesn’t have to be legal,” you pondered. “Just find someone ordained, I guess. There’s gotta be someone in your circles.”

“I think Mr. Compress is.”

You did laugh at that, visions of a full Western ceremony with his band of villains making up the wedding party. Toga as the flower girl, Spinner as the ring bearer, Twice walking you down the aisle, Shigaraki making a godawful best man speech.

“Something funny, dollface?”

You shook your head. “Think Shigaraki would take you out on a bachelor’s party?”

“That virgin?” Dabi made a face. “No. ‘Sides, I don’t think elopers get bachelor’s parties.”

“It’ll be small,” you said, moving the tray of food out of your way to pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them. “Just the two of us and your buddy.”

“Witness,” Dabi reminded you.

“Hmm.” You hummed. “Think my fish would work?”

“No.” Dabi snickered, shuffling closer to you until his legs brushed yours. “Maybe I’ll show up at my family home, strongarm my brother into coming. Just him.”

“Older one?”

He nodded, leaning in further to press his forehead to yours. “You always said you wanted to meet my family.”

“Kidnapping a man to witness the wedding of his long-dead brother to someone he’s never met isn’t quite what I was imagining.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers, dollface.”

You closed your eyes, sighing contently. “We’re really doing this?”

“Yeah.” The bliss in Dabi’s voice was almost palpable. “Gotta get you your ring first. How d’you feel about sapphires?”

You snorted a laugh. “He asks as if he hasn’t gotten me exclusively sapphire jewelry for two years.”

“It’s your ring.”

“Sapphire is perfect. Same color as your eyes. Nobody needs to know except me and you.”

“Our little secret.”

You kissed him, leaning in to eliminate the space between your lips, and he answered with the same level of excited, desperate passion.

He really wanted to marry you. The thought flooded you with so many emotions you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.

When you pulled back, though, the giddy adrenaline-filled feeling of knowing how much he cared ebbed down, and that dreaded practicality settled in.

“We can’t. Not right now. I’m sorry.”

Dabi sighed, resting his forehead against yours once again. “Yeah. Not now. I know. But eventually.”

“Get me that ring. I’ll wear it for as long as it takes.”

His mouth quirked up in a smirk, and this time he initiated the kiss, just as intense and lingering as the last. “Goddamn I love you. And I’m gonna marry you, dollface, even if it’s on my deathbed. That’s not a proposal. It’s a promise.”

“Not a proposal,” you repeated, smiling wide. “A promise.”

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[anakinlove]

~✨Anakin Skywalker x Reader✨~

☁️Fluff☁️

Rosy Cheeks and Adrenaline Rushes - Anakin and Reader spend a day sledding and playing in the snow!

Threats and Treats - Anakins spends an afternoon bored and tickles his girlfriend to make up for it.

Cuddles and Chocolates - Anakin and Reader spend Valentine’s curled up on the couch.

Boonta Cup Holder - Its a proposal fic with some holiday spice.

Just What to Say pt. 1 - Anakin has a bad meeting with the council and comes home distraught, Reader comforts him.

⛈Angst⛈

Set It Free - Reader breaks up with Anakin.

Still - Anakin and Reader’s storming of a separatist base goes horribly, horribly wrong.

🌧Smut🌧

Just What to Say pt. 2 - Anakin eats the Reader out while she stands against the wall.

🌤Headcannons🌤

Domestic! Anakin

Going on a Picnic with Ani

Chubby! Reader x ani

Light! Sub Anakin

Dancing with Ani

Oversized T-shirts

Anakin Kisses Differently

Calling Ani Daddy for the first time

The quiet game with ani 😏

Touch starved! Anakin

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Be still, My love - Anakin x Padmé Amidala - Anakin spends a night jealous at a ball!

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Independence Day 🌻

a fic that explores the dynamics of good and evil, the implications of power and femininity, and what it means to do what you have to in order to survive in a world that is stacked against you. (rated M for graphic descriptions of violence, murder, and abuse, 10 chapters, 17.8k words)

Not Half Bad

slight canon divergence for agent carter, generally follows the series, enemies to friends to lovers (34 chapters, 70.4k words)

Honey, I Hate You

undercover as lovers, but they’re exes (2 chapters, 13.9k words)

The Road Not Taken

how not to deal with commitment issues (3 chapters, 4.1k words)

Those Lies We Tell

dating because of a bet (5 chapters, 8.08k words)

Wild Goose Chase ⭐️

What to Do When Both Your Maid of Honor and Best Man are Late to Your Wedding ⭐️ 🌻

Lost Without You 🌧

4 Times Jealousy Ruined Jack Thompson’s Day and 1 Time He Knew He Had Enough 🌦

Something Stronger 🌦 

My One in Two Billion ☀️

Bedside Confessions 🌦

Coming Home ☀️

Read My Lips (Partially Deaf!Reader) ☀️

Hiding in Plain Sight 🌦

If Not For The Hovercar 🌦

Attention ⭐️ ☀️

Just a Distraction ☀️

The Worst Thing to Do When You’re About to Die is Lie to Yourself About Having Feelings For Your Coworkers 🌤 

A Favor Between Friends ☀️

No More Secrets 🌤

Get Well Soon 🌦

Girls Night ⭐️

Drunken Confessions ☀️

Say Goodbye 

Home Improvement 

Don’t Tell Peggy 

Quiet Competition ✨

“You shot me”

Under the mistletoe

Life With You

Bickering on a mission

The other agents try and play matchmaker

Baker!Reader

The office finds out you’re engaged

“Has that skirt always been this short?”

“If you go out there, you’re not coming back alive.” 

“I wish I didn’t love you, but I do.” 

“Should we have a kid?”

Jack as a father 

Jack as a father - 2 

“I can’t believe we’re going to die like this.” ✨

“Calm down. Don’t start a scene.” 

“Calm down. Don’t start a scene.” - 2

“You know that wasn’t fucking supposed to happen.”

“Are you crying?” 

First dance

he drops you off after a date

your date preparations get interrupted

How He Proposes

The Office finds out about your relationship

First date - Partially Deaf!Reader 

Babysitting Peggy and Daniel’s Daughter

Your Relationship during the war

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