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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 6. The Devil's Hospitality

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

And I am back from celebrating the summer solstice. Mosquitoe-bitten, red-haired and with a new chapter. Thanks for following the story if you still are, I'm very sorry that editing takes me so long. (STILL IN NEED OF A BETA). So yes, please enjoy and like&reblog&comment, because interaction with readers makes me extremely happy. Also please write in comments if you want me to tag you so that you don't miss the new parts.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: none, a little bit of death threats and the usual tuberculosis part

"Maps used to say there'd be dragons here. Now they don't, but that doesn't mean dragons aren't there." ~ Lorne Malvo, "Fargo"

Shari began to open her eyes hesitantly, slowly when nothing rushed at her in the first few moments of her presence inside the castle. The healer was still extremely tense, ready to jump aside and try to fight off anything that tried to attack her. Nothing. Dark, still, terrifying, but also quiet and…empty. Lisa hadn’t told her a complete lie. Apparently, Dracula wasn’t home. Shari looked around the dark place she found herself in - she was standing in the middle of an enormous hall, columns going way up, she needed to raise her head to see the gothic arcs of the dark ceiling above her; two large round marble staircases in front of her led to the opening on the second floor and behind that space she could see a darkened entrance to an inner corridor. Shari could hear nothing but her own heartbeat and Rodo's husky breathing, the silence was almost ideal, her own quiet breathing echoed around the wide halls - the castle appeared to be completely empty, apart from her, Rodo and her ghastly companion. Lisa seemed frozen in awe for a while, looking around too, but with a kind of familiar melancholic look on her face - staring once again at the place she had spent so much time in must have felt odd. Odd and slightly painful. All the memories of her life, all the “what if”s of her never leaving this peculiar home or never finding it in the first place rushed in, frustrating her for a few moments. The ghost quickly recalled she needed to keep collected – for the sake of her new guest and the adventure she was planning ahead.

- Wait, Lisa! - Shari rushed to her side, afraid to be left alone even for one moment. Rodo hopped behind her easily. - We will go and grab books, yeah I get it, but... How do I... Where do I rest? I mean I need a bed and preferably next to a chimney and then after I wake up, I can study through whatever we need and search for whatever other materials I can need, sure, but I'd there... I mean it's kind of a vampire castle... - Shari trailed off and in a moment she was coughing again, heading to the supposed library entrance, but barely seeing her way.

- That is quite funny of you, - Lisa responded, when Shari quieted down a bit. - To be asking me if you can have a normal bedroom in a vampire castle, especially since you know I've lived here for quite a long time.

- Yeah and married the host, - Shari argued breathlessly.

- What do you think vampires sleep in?

- Coffins?

- Don't be shallow.

- Well, sorry if didn't live with them for twenty years and didn't realise they may as well use beds... - Shari hesitated. - They do, right? Because if you were implying that you want me to sleep in your old room, then thanks I'd better sleep on library floor.

- You'll take one of the guestrooms, - Lisa rolled her eyes. - And you have to get there soon, otherwise you'll collapse and I am in no form to drag you up the stairs.

- Oh, you've finally noticed, - Shari huffed. - I hope there will be a very - no, extremely - warm chimney, - she added, shivering.

- As you wish, - answered the ghost, pushing the heavy door. They walked into the library together, careful not to make any noise and Shari had to catch her breath: of course she had expected something like this, but neither the size of the room nor the abundance of different apparatuses and strange objects could have ever been embraced by her imagination - it seemed like one lifetime would never be enough to study through all the centuries of knowledge kept in these walls.

- Wow.

- Well, that… is one way to place it, - Lisa laughed, amused with the healer's surprise. - Come, - she beckoned. - Take this, this... oh, and this, - she walked to one of the tall shelves, pointing to several books for Shari to take. - Oh, wait, I forgot, can you...?

- Read? You ask only now? You offend me, - Shari threw the ghost an unamused glare, her hands loaded with heavy foliants. Lisa laughed, obviously the question was only poorly hidden sarcasm. Rodo behind her back was running around the room, smelling the air with curiosity - if he ever visited the castle before, she doubted that he was let anywhere near the living areas.

- Well, you never know with people these days, - Lisa replied. - These must have something on your lung disease, as far as I remember - or some similar things - you'll need to go through lung sections, compare the symptoms and check what might work for you.

- Will try to, - the girl nodded, weighting the books in her arms and already estimating how much time she may possibly have for all that study.

- Come on now, don't waste time, - Lisa was too enthusiastic to be a ghost inside of an abandoned vampire castle. Far too enthusiastic. Something must have been off, but Shari couldn’t place what and couldn’t possibly be able to do so in her exhausted state.

Shari followed her down another large door and out of the library; there was a narrow staircase leading somewhere upstairs, dark and empty, just like the rest of the place – the golden lights of the library couldn’t reach into its curves, so Shari had to watch her step carefully. She was not sure how many floors they passed before they finally left the stairs and turned into a dark corridor lit only by the moonlight, falling from a small window way in front of them. Shari felt cold and slightly anxious for no evident reason - the whole place had an intense, intimidating mood to it – as expected. Lisa made a few more steps and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. Shari hesitated once more, but Lisa nodded towards it encouragingly; the girl then freed one of her hands from underneath the books and pushed the door open, stepping into the room more confidently.

A big four-poster bed, a fireplace, a wardrobe and a table with a chair placed by the window. Old, slightly dusty, but more than enough for her to rest her head. Shari threw the books on the table and lit the fire in no time, sinking down on her knees to warm her freezing fingers. After several days of survival and freezing, she could finally heat and rest. Rodo crawled to the corner of the room and lay down there calmly, hiding his clawed paws beneath himself and seemingly beginning to drift off, Lisa stood by the window, facing away, staring into the darkness, seemingly already detached from what was happening within the walls of the castle. The door was locked - pointlessly, as a bow to paranoia - the fire was burning nicely - how good it was to finally feel its warmth - the room was silent apart from its creaking and Shari knew she herself was starting to fall asleep.

She stood up from her place by the chimney, checked the door once more and threw herself on the bed, kicking off her boots and crawling under the heavy blankets. Now she wanted nothing more than sleep - sleep and warmth of the chimney to ease her cold, the soreness of her limbs and the pain in her lungs. Lisa slowly dissolved in the corner of the room, but even that didn't seem to be a problem to the healer - she would catch up with the ghost tomorrow, get to her reading and preferably medicine. Now - rest.

Shari rolled into a ball under the covers and surrendered to the long awaited sleep.

***

Dracula was returning to his home after two days of absence; following his son proved counterproductive - apart from assuring, that the boy didn't have it easy with the demons, there was not much more he could do. The group held together, never separated - not after they became three instead of four. That was almost a pitiful chain of events. Though it did make them less vulnerable to his attacks and he decided not to rush things - the speed at which they traveled bought him more than enough time for any further proceedings.

The world outside was crushed and burned by war. The world inside his castle was dark and hollow as usual. At least it was so normally - but surprisingly, not that night.

Dracula knew there was an intruder in his castle the moment he entered – there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed; the vampire had to stop on his tracks, trying to detect what caught him off guard, and then he finally felt it - the smell of the human was very subtle, but still there. He tracked her down(undeniably this one was a female, he could almost recognize that mix of cinnamon and lavender as if he had encountered it before) - from the main entrance to the library - pausing by the shelves for a moment, a few foliants were missing here and there with the traces of her human warmth still hovering around the place - and upstairs to one of the rooms - just like the guestroom Lisa stayed at when she first found him.

The door was expectably locked, but as soon as the vampire's nail trailed along the keyhole, the lock clicked by itself, opening up. Dracula expected a lost and tired stranger or a hopeful witch seeking out his help and teaching, but when he opened the door, letting himself inside, he finally understood why her smell seemed so familiar to him. The girl from the forest camp, his son's willing helper, witch and healer by her own words. The vampire was surprised to say the least. He had been quite sure she was gone for good; in the end he had tried his best to give her a peaceful death and yet here she was: alive, breathing and in his castle. Sleeping peacefully, having willingly crawled under his roof and left herself at his mercy.

The vampire entered the room quietly, shutting the door behind him and sitting down in the chair by the table, his eyes observing the human figure on the bed. Petite, blond haired and pale - the girl looked so similar to Lisa, but yet was nothing like her - no, the darker tint to her hair and the weakness of her tired body drew the distinction quite clearly, as well as the reddish mark standing out against her pale neck. A mark he left on her.

He briefly wondered how that weak creature managed to survive his bite, but he would set the question aside for the time being. He needed to decide what to do with his guest: the easiest option was to finally enjoy the remnants of her sweet living blood without interruption now, but one look at the pale sleeping form made him suddenly feel doubtful: her chest heaving as she breathed, her heartbeat slow and peaceful, she coughed in her sleep dryly and turned on her back, her arms spread across the bed, she faced away from him with the crook of her neck so temptingly open to his view - so calm and vulnerable. How are you still alive? Dracula suddenly for himself felt rather than decided that he would not end her, not yet and not here, that he wanted to know more: how she found him, what she wanted and what may come of her - after all, he hadn't had such bold human visitors, ever since...

***

Dim light was shining through the window, strands of it falling onto her face and disturbing her peaceful sleep. Shari moved about a bit, wincing at the pain in her limbs and the full ache somewhere deep in her chest, letting a few (thankfully) dry coughs pass her lips, trying to hide away from the morning rays, hoping for a few more minutes of the blissful unconsciousness, then finally stilled, opening her sleepy eyes and sitting up. The instant she did so, she knew something was very wrong: the room was identical to how it looked the evening before, but she felt it still – even the air seemed denser, more dangerous and alert. She felt a shiver run down her back – as she finally noticed it, on the wall before her, next to the door, she could see a large dark shadow of something standing in front of the window, cutting off the light. Please let it be something outside. Shari turned her head slightly to the left and saw Rodo crouched on the ground - worried and tense, looking in the direction of something behind her back; the healer suddenly had absolutely no wish to turn around. Maybe if she would stay still the thing - whatever it was - would go away and leave her alone.

The sound of movement behind her back announced her that her stillness would most probably not protect her - whatever it was, it was inside of the room and very much uncaring of whether she moved or not.

- I think I have already killed you once this week, - Shari jumped on the spot and turned abruptly to finally face her host: Dracula was leaning against the table and staring down at her, his sharp face unreadable. - You are quite persistent for a human, I dare say. And bold.

Shari leaped out of the bed, as if a bucket of ice cold water was spilled over her, and backed away from him until her back hit the stone wall, her eyes searching for Lisa frantically – but the ghost was nowhere to be seen. Not this again. The vampire crossed the room in a swift, undetectable motion, his figure appearing in front of her in a matter of seconds. Rodo growled at his master, but remained motionless, still afraid to step out against the vampire.

Shari tried to move away, slip out of his grasp before he could properly get ahold of her, possibly even reach the door and run down the stairs - anything - but a large clawed hand grabbed her throat suddenly and firmly and the healer found herself unable to breathe properly, gasping and coughing in his hold, trying to wriggle away. Where was Lisa when she was so needed? "Oh no, Dracula is rarely visiting this castle nowadays!" Sure, like there was ever any point in believing that.

- How did you find this place? - Dracula growled rather than asked. His grasp was tight and Shari felt panic rise inside as if she was already in the claws of Death itself. Not far from truth.

"Your dead wife dragged me all the way here."

- Rumours. Mostly. And a bit of luck, - she rasped, out of breath.

- What do you want?

"Out."

- Shelter. And knowledge. I know there are books here that can help me heal, - she coughed and tried to free herself, once again unsuccessfully.

- And you expected the castle to be empty? - he almost laughed.

"No, but your beloved wife is a big liar."

- I recognize it was incredibly stupid of me, but back then it seemed like a plan, - oh yes, a plan of a very annoying and untrustworthy ghost.

- Are you alone here?

"Apart from a mean ghost and your demon..."

- Yes! - she gritted her teeth, as his hand pressed her farther into the wall.

- Give me one reason, human, not to finish now what I started a few days ago, - he was growling now even deeper, his face close to hers and she wondered how painful it may be this time. She did not want to find out.

- When I'm here I can't help Adrian! - she replied quickly, rasping each word.

- Same as when you are dead, - came the answer, his head leaning down to the crook of her neck. She shrieked.

- Repeating the same action and awaiting a different outcome of it is the definition of insanity, - Shari blurted out, not fully aware of her own words. What the hell was this even about? - You have ready killed me once, remember? I should have died back then, but something kept me going. You killed me and it didn't work. And you are not insane, are you?

Dracula suddenly removed his hand from her throat, laughing and took a small step back - as soon as he did so, she could feel against herself the growling form of Rodo who jumped in front of the human, protecting her from his master. Shari slid to the floor and threw her arms around the creature's neck, holding it to herself and caressing the dark fur. The vampire stared at the demon with a dissatisfied gaze, but the beast held his ground firmly now.

- You are a particularly peculiar human being, healer, - the vampire laughed. - That was the most unsettling answer you could have given.

- Was it? - she rasped, catching her breath. He smirked, knowing well he would not eat her now; he was too amused to make her his meal. - I can leave if you want, I will... - Shari searched for words. What exactly was she going to do if he made her leave? Crouch down on his porch and die?

- You are a curious specimen... Besides it likes you for some reason, - Dracula nodded towards Rodo. - You may stay until you annoy me out of my patience, - he stated blankly, instantly hating how welcoming he was being towards the human.

- Thank you. Making me leave would have been unfortunate and embarrassing to no limit, - Shari spoke quickly with no intonation, calming her rapidly beating heart. That was unexpected, but appreciated and she tried to be as short and non-annoying as possible as to not make him change his mind.

- Rest, use the library, and try to stay out of my line of sight. And remember I could still decide to draw a conclusion to our previous meeting, - he walked out of the guestroom, almost slamming the door behind him. So much for hospitality, but at least she wasn't being kicked out. Or eaten, for that matter.

Shari breathed in deeply and caressed Rodo's head and neck. What has she gotten herself into? Where the hell did Lisa disappear to?

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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Traveling With Geralt And Jaskier Would Include

Requested by anon:

hmmm can u maybe write about what it would be like dating jaskier and traveling with him and geralt please? :o thank u!!!!!

YOU CAN READ DATING JASKIER WOUD INCLUDE TOO!

You would have never expected to be travelling so often

Or with the company of a bard and a witcher

But there you were, and you wouldn’t change a thing

You get to see lots of places and meet a lot of new people

Learn a lot of things about creatures and about life in general

And you’re overall very satisfied with this life

Not everything is pretty, though, there’s dark parts too

Like sometimes losing faith in humanity

Mainly when you have to put up with people being scared or angry

Just because witchers exist, even if Geralt never bothered those people

You have also been at death’s door many times, the three of you

So you’ve had to grown used to certain things too

Like sleeping outside, being alert and even getting hurt

Geralt is willing to give you a few self-defence lessons

“I’d prefer not to be your bodyguard” is what he says

Even though you know he’s worried and wants you to be safe

Actually managing to get the witcher to smile sometimes

Whether it’s because you’re determined on your mission

Or because he genuinely finds you funny or endearing

Other times you only get his usual annoyed grunts

To the point that you see his complaints coming

And mouth ‘fuck’ along when he says it

This amuses Jaskier a lot and you two laugh

Because you and Jaskier are like partners in crime

Sometimes you join forces to get on Geralt’s nerves

You’re always teasing each other, the three of you

But you protect each other anyway, no matter what

Some of the times you’ve gotten injured was for that reason

Trying to avoid the other getting hurt and sacrificing your own safety

Chatting a lot with Jaskier about anything and everything

Even if sometimes you have to tell him to shut up

Otherwise he will ramble on and on

Singing songs with him as he plays his lute

It makes him smile, but maybe it’s just you that make him smile

While dating Jaskier:

All this travelling brought you closer and you started dating

You spend a lot of time together every single day

And for the most part are pretty lovey-dovey

Geralt is honestly so fed up with you two

Even if he does think you make a good couple

And he’s happy for you two seeing you both happy

But would never ever say these things aloud

“Jaskier, at least you found someone willing to put up with you”

That’s his only way of giving you ‘his blessing’

Geralt does get tired of all the sappiness

Because you’re always hugging or kissing or something

Or holding hands and saying cute things to each other

So expect annoyed comments and complaints from the witcher

When you have to camp outside, you always spoon

Jaskier feels better holding you close

And you feel safer with his arms around you

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therem-harth · 3 years

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h h hewwo owoo 22 / 23 / 29 / 31 / 34 / 50 / 58 / 61 / 88 in any order, and u can also just. pick only those that u want :3

hhhh-ewwwo? I did say I wanted to chat and I desperately do not want to do work or studies so buckle in for a long post (derogatory). 22. role model? Oh man, I don’t think I have any, like, specific ones for entire things, though I do fall in my hero-worship phaes and then fall out of them like everyone else. I think that taking an entire person and being like I wanna be like them is... not for me though. But I do look up to some people for specific things - I look up to, weirdly enough, Abigail Phylosohpytube who I didn’t watch before her coming out for her graceful coming out video though she admits that the experience wasn’t obviously as smooth. I look up to lots and lots of people for their ability to create and their art (not gonna tag my fav artists bc am tiny and do not want people to look at me, but i do be reblogging). I look up to people like ConcernedApe Stardewvalley and Supergiantgames Hades for their ability to put so much soul in their work, smth I aspire to do. I look up to @not-poignant for, among other things, their idk how to say it best, wisdom in understanding and communicating with others and with myself? I’ve learned a lot by just sort of being in their periphery and seeing how they articulate their thoughts and choose to be kind and witness other’s pain. Hell, I look up to twitch streamers and youtubers sometimes (the recent nice trait I’d like to have if I ever went into bigger content production is how ibxtoycat deals with parasocial relationship realities). 23. strange habits? Hm. I don’t think drinking tea whenever I need a pick-me-up is strange, that’s just probably forcefully assigning a British nationality to me. I think my insistence on misspelling words in a way I think is lowkey funny might be one, I say thamks bc it feels softer, or thank bc it’s funny, I say sleeb, I say finkers or tryink or otherwise replace g with k for lulz. I also don’t know if it counts as a habit but I have a small leather band around my wrist that’s been there for a year soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I probs have like, stranger habits but I can’t recall rn. 29. best way to bond with you? Hmm. Well, if you show initiative and are explicit about wanting to spend time with me, that’s already a big chance of me spending time with you. And then if our interests match and I don’t think that you’re like, young in a way that automatically puts me in a position where I don’t feel comfortable really being myself around you bc in my head I have to look out for you (it has happened with two of my friends, sigh), and we regularly spend time together, voila, friend acquired. It simultaneously doesn’t take much and takes a bit to be my friend and bond with me - it’s easy af to become a casual friend cuz I’m always open to new people, but there has to be a level of trust to become like, a close friend. Respecting my boundaries, talking shit with me, being explicitly committal about wanting to bond with me are big steps that way. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Uh, I don’t do neither, but a current fave that is reasonably badass is my black tshirt with like, a ritual circle and a deer skull. V edgy, 10/10. I also used to have like a real edgy tshirt with a jester and some dice that said the game of life, but I threw it out bc dysphoria. or maybe I put it at the back of my closet along with one other shirt In Case I Get Top Surgery so I can wear them then. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Many, such is the nature of advertising, alas. I have managed to avoid most of it tbh though, so the only place I am forced to sit through ads so they stick is my scrabble capitalist nightmare app where I play and always beat haha my coursemate. And they have adds for those shitty apps where you have to solve a puzzle that ends up failing in the add and like, drenching a man in green goo. I find those kinda fascinating tbh. Who plays these games? Who plays these shitty shitty games whose ad has to be “prove your IQ“ to make you want to prove yourself to play them? Oh and also, the insidious nature of ads in media I consume - the mcelroys have gotten me informed about many many things bc they do it in a funny way. Have you heard about squarespace? What about meundies? I also literally installed honey yesterday that I knew abt bc of the relentless adds and I wanted to save, uh, 2.50 from my minecraft server purchase (and then spent some time googling how they make money before giving up. just say u sell my data, that’s easier than not knowing what part of this makes you money). I was tired and in a weird mood, ok. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? It’s always the stupidest jokes, what matters more is laughing together with someone and getting caught in a laughing loop. I still remember laughing with my siblings until our stomachs really really hurt bc I think one of us said a rug was vomit-colored and it was funny in the moment. How many times have I laughed like that with you too, vit. I know that Laura’s one is nostrilatu, right? :D :D It’s just something that catches you off guard, I think.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Oh shid. Hm. 1) My ability to analyze data and understand the basic building blocks of something. Makes me cool at studying and sexy at explaining things to my course-mates. 2) Not a talent more like a skill that I’ve worked hard on through therapy - but my inner positive voice/healthy parent is very strong and automatic (something I was sure would never happen). A good example is me going out for a walk, my phone dying so I can’t listen to music, when I went in my head “well I can always make music in my head. do-do-do *drum sound*“ and I could feel the wave of self-reprimand cresting but before I could actually hear any negative comments the positive voice said with a light of a thousand suns NO THAT IS ACTUALLY CUTE AND SEXY and just haaaaaaah. 3) I sing good. Need to sing more. 4) I think I’m good at making conversation. Even with people I don’t necessarily like or want to talk to. More of a skill again but whatever. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Do not come to me and ask for favorites, witch. Uh, I have some quotes in my notes app, like 7 from Pia’s writing :D. But imma go with “It’s a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world“ by Mary Oliver. It counts, ok. Or, wait, something I will for real one day either crosstitch of commission shitpostcalligrapher: “t’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. “What are we holding onto Sam?” “There’s good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.“” 88. your greatest wish? Hrm. Right now? To have like a couple days with no responsibilities and without the outside world bearing on me as heavily, to be tiny tiny tiny so I’m invisible and can drink tiny tea on a tiny leaf. Uh, in general? My recently formulated wish or a goal is stability/peace. Then everything else becomes ok because you can bounce back to stable ground between feeling shit or everything happening so much. And I’ve sort of reached that. Also like, half a million euros would be nice too so I can get a house and a car and go on a few trips abroad. :D // there’s two ask memes in my blog recently, go wild

#long post #derogatory #personal #i think the wish to be tiny was there more last week #now i just wanna have nice things and fun and a bit of rest but am otherwise less overwhelmed #also hey. talks #chats

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myriadimagines · 6 years

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Complexity of Humanity

Lucifer One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer Morningstar

Other Characters: Linda Martin, Mazikeen, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez, Daniel Espinoza

Warnings: mentions of violence,

Request: @melody-of-scream

“A disgruntled but painfully good-looking reader on Linda’s sofa complaining that this has never happened before, they are a demon for hell’s sake, their name even means worthless, they are not used to be valued that much! Explanation: They are a high-ranking demon but are accursed. The curse affects their looks depending on how much the reader is valued by others either as a person or if they don’t know the reader, then as a “human being” in general. Not many people do this in the city, so they arrived in the form of a beggar at Lucifer’s place. He recognises the reader though and greet them as an old friend. Maze is wary though. So even the company of Lucifer himself has a limited effect but it’s something. Lucifer get’s a call from Chloe and the reader tags along to keep at least a decent appearance for a while and out of curiosity… now what happened? They met Ella at the crime scene.”

Word Count: 2,233

A/N: first lucifer request/one shot ever!!! i hope u like it andrea and i hope it encompasses everything you requested 💚 also reminder to everyone else that one shots are still closed, this is just part of my giveaway prizes!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“So, let me get this straight.” Linda’s eyes narrowed as she tapped her pen on the edge of her notebook. You turned around, momentarily pausing from your frustrated pacing around the office, and raised your eyebrows at Linda, waiting for her to elaborate. “You’re a demon. Like… like Maze.”

“Yes, like Maze.” you grumbled, throwing your hands in the air. Back in Hell, you and Mazikeen would always be competing with one another to rise through the ranks, and when she went with Lucifer to Earth, you were relieved that she was gone. Evidently, your relief was short lived, as you ended up getting sent to Earth too, where you were forced to reunite with your rival. Pointing the knife you were fiddling with at Linda, you clarified, “But I’m better than her.”

“Okay, let’s focus.” Linda waved her hand, gesturing for you to sit, which you begrudgingly obliged to do. Linda could tell there were bitter feelings between you and Mazikeen, yet she didn’t want to dive into whatever issues you had with her -- not for now, at least. “What exactly did you say the problem was?”

“The problem?” you spluttered, angered that Linda couldn’t see what you thought was obviously the problem. Gesturing to yourself, you replied, “The problem is this!”

“This?” Linda repeated after you, still confused.

“Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, stabbing the knife into the coffee table. “Lucifer said you were supposed to help me!”

“Yes, well, Lucifer often overestimates me.” Linda sighed, taking off her glasses and wiping them on the edge of her shirt. “I’m a therapist for people, not… the Devil and demons and angels and the lot.”

Slipping her glasses back on, Linda leaned forward in her seat and wrestled the knife out of the table. Putting it aside, she said “Now, communication is key here, okay? I need you to tell me things explicitly, and not assume I understand everything, otherwise we’re going to have problems.”

“Fine.” you huffed. “Is this really how you people solve your problems? Seems time consuming, if you ask me.”

“Well, what would you recommend?” Linda asked, and you pressed your lips together, thinking.

“You know, I’m not actually sure.” you tilted your head. “My job is to torture people, not make them feel better.”

“Right.” Linda nodded, taking a deep breath. She still couldn’t believe what was happening. She thought it was ridiculous when Lucifer came into her office for the first time, claiming he was the Devil. Now, she realised how true it was, and that the Devil wasn’t the only celestial being on Earth.

“The problem is,” you said, more slowly this time. “Is that people just keep giving me attention.”

“What?” Linda spluttered in disbelief. “Well, I mean you are very, very attractive, so I’m not surprised.”

“That’s just the thing.” you suddenly leaned forward, your faces inches away from Linda’s. “This whole thing? The whole… appearance thing? It’s a curse.”

“Okay,” Linda laughed uneasily. “I know being super attractive can have its… downsides… but a curse?”

“You don’t get it, Linda. This isn’t has things used to be. Everyone is acting so strange, and I just don’t understand.” you buried your face in your hands. Lowering your voice, you added, “People actually trust me. They actually… care about and value me! I’m a demon -- they should fear me!”

“Okay, you have completely lost me.” Linda blinked a few times, shaking her head. “Let’s just rewind back and start from the beginning.”

“Hey, get off the road!”

You whipped around, glaring at the man sitting in the strange machine. You marched over to him, yanking him out of the window and pressed one of your blades against his throat as you growled, “What did you just say to me?”

“Jesus!” the man exclaimed, the hostility in his voice replaced with fear. “I-I didn’t mean it! Just... just let me go-”

You had already let go, causing him to fall out of his car and onto the road, as you stared at your hands. Your usual blackened, sinewy skin was replaced with normal human flesh. In shock, you looked down at the small mirror on the side of the car. Breaking it off it’s stand, you held it up to your face and gasped in horror when you realised you were in a human body. Your hair looked somewhat tangled and you were donned in loose fitting, dark clothes.

Tilting your head up to the sky, you yelled, “Do you think this is funny? What kind of sick joke is this?”

“What the hell?” you heard someone murmur, and you turned around to realise a group of humans had gathered on the street, staring at you with judgemental and unforgiving eyes. They began to murmur amongst themselves, sneering at you. You lunged to attack them, when you caught sight of your reflection in the car window. Your appearance had changed again -- your hair looked greasy and matted, your clothes were tattered, and you had dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping over to the crowd, you flashed your knife as you demanded, “What’s happening to me?”

The people seemed to scatter upon seeing the knife, and you frowned as everyone nearby avoided eye contact with you. No matter how many people you had approached, they had all rushed off, or simply scoffed at you and turned away.

“I was lucky to have found Lucifer.” you muttered, unenthusiastic at having to recall the events of when you first got to Earth, and Linda arched an eyebrow.

“I was beginning to wonder when he’d come into the story.” Linda agreed, folding her hands into her lap. “But please, do continue, y/n.”

“Well, I didn’t really find him.” you confessed. “He found me.”

“y/n?” a british voice called out, and you looked up to see a man walk out of the building you were huddled in front of. There was something about him that looked familiar, and a wide smile spread across his face. “y/n, you little devil! What are you doing here?”

“...Lucifer?” you replied uncertainty, standing up. “What…”

“Some of my customers were complaining about a homeless person hanging around outside my club -- who knew it was going to be you!” Lucifer laughed, before looking you up and down. His smile faded slightly as he teased. “Well. You’ve looked better.”

In the past few weeks, your appearance had gotten worse and worse. Every time you were ignored by someone you sought help from, whatever you had been cursed with seemed to take effect and affected how you looked.

However, as Lucifer spoke to you, you felt a slight changed. Looking down, the rips and holes in your clothes suddenly disappeared.

“Well are you going to stand there all day?” Lucifer laughed, and you looked up to see him walking back into the club. “Come on in, y/n! Welcome to LA!”

You wandered after Lucifer, and cringed as you were hit by the sounds of blaring music upon entering the club. You pushed past a group of dancing girls, desperately trying to trail after Lucifer. He stopped by the bar and waved the bartender over, and as you finally reached Lucifer’s side, you realised the bartender was Mazikeen.

“Maze?” you exclaimed over the music, and Mazikeen almost dropped the bottle of vodka she was holding.

“Oh, I’m so glad the two of you remember each other!” Lucifer clapped his hands together gleefully, and Mazikeen sniffed as she looked you up and down.

“What’s your deal?” she demanded, and you folded your arms across your chest.

“Well, I was cast out of Hell, obviously.” you rolled your eyes. Looking at Lucifer, you continued, “And I think your Dad must’ve cursed me or something. My appearance is based on what these humans think of me. Can you believe it?”

Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing you mention his Dad. “Well, that’s a bit of a predicament. No worries, y/n, we’ll find a way to lift your bloody curse.”

“I don’t buy it.” Mazikeen said at the same time, levelling your glare. “Is this some trick to bring Lucifer back to Hell?”

“Just because I look like a mess, it doesn’t mean I’m not ready to fight.” you whipped out your blades from your jeans, and a smirk fluttered onto Mazikeen’s lips.

Pulling you back as he observed Mazikeen reach for her own knives, Lucifer said, “Now, now, as much as I’d love to see this showdown, I’m going to need the two of you to play nice.”

You were about to protest when Lucifer suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket. A smile appeared on his face as he read the caller ID, and he lifted the device to his ear as he joyfully exclaimed, “Detective! What kind of juicy case do you have for me?”

Lucifer listened intently for a few minutes before nodding and replied, “I will be there promptly.”

Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Lucifer turned to leave before looking back at you. Tilting his head, he added, “You might as well come along with me, y/n, perhaps the Detective could shed some light onto your… issue. If there’s someone who can solve it, it’s her.”

“Who, and what, is a ‘detective’?” you asked as you and Lucifer headed out, towards his car.

“Detective Decker! She’s my partner.” Lucifer grinned, and you blinked at him. There was something about Lucifer that seemed to change upon talking about the Detective, but you decided not to pry. You got into Lucifer’s car as he ignited the engine, and you sighed as you wondered where you were headed next.

“I’m assuming that’s where things began to… change.” Linda gestured to you, and you nodded in confirmation.

“This is where everything turns upside down.”

Chloe paced around the body, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ears as Ella snapped a picture.

“See anything interesting, Chloe?” Ella asked, adjusting something on her camera before looking up. Chloe was about to respond when you and Lucifer arrived, arms in the air.

“Detective!” Lucifer strolled up to Chloe, before nodding at Dan. “Which poor chap got murdered this time?”

“Uh, Lucifer?” Chloe raised her eyebrows and gestured to you. “Who’s this?”

“Ah, Chloe, meet y/n. My Dad kicked them out of Hell and cursed them.” Lucifer gestured to you, and Chloe sighed slightly at his statement. “y/n, meet Chloe.”

Chloe outstretched her hand, and you looked at her, surprised at the gesture. “It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Oh my God, Lucifer brought a friend!” Ella exclaimed excitedly, and you turned around just in time to be engulfed in Ella’s arms. With her cheek pressed up against you, she excitedly continued, “I’m Ella, it’s so great to meet you!”

Almost instantly, Ella’s attitude seemed changed your appearance. As Ella let go of you and turned her back to you to show something to Chloe, you gasped as you looked down and realised you were actually wearing clothes that fit. Your hair was now clean and style, and the dirt on your face had miraculously disappeared. Lucifer seemed to notice too, and he grinned as he remarked, “Well, look at you!”

Dazed, you staggered back slightly. You felt a mixture of emotions inside of you that you were unable to explain. You were so used to being ignored and mistreated, that when you were actually treated with respect and openness, it felt foreign.

“Chloe!” a voice rang out, and everyone turned to see Dan approach. “I was interviewing some of the-”

“Dan!” Ella waved him over as she grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to her. “Meet Lucifer’s friend, y/n! Aren’t they awesome?”

“And just like that!” you snapped your fingers together. “It was like I just completely transformed. I even felt a little happy inside -- that can’t be normal.”

You leaned back on the sofa, exhausted. You looked up to study Linda’s expression, and frowned when you realised she was smiling. Raising an eyebrow, you demanded, “What? Is this whole thing funny to you?”

“No, no.” Linda shook her head. “It’s just… I think the problem is your outlook on us humans -- more specifically, how that outlook has changed.”

Linda moved so that she was sitting beside you, and you looked at her cautiously as she began to elaborate. “y/n, you came from Hell. Like, literally. For… who knows how long, you’ve been surrounded by the worst of humanity, so it’s only natural that’s what you assume humanity in general is like. But y/n, it’s not. Yes, there are bad people, who you’ve obviously encountered, but there are genuinely good people too. That’s the complexity of humanity -- and I think now you’re just in shock because you’re discovering that, and the entire foundations of your beliefs have been shattered.”

You looked up at Linda, dazed, as the gravity of her words sank in. “So… so you’re saying…”

“That people can be good.” Linda confirmed. “We can be cruel and unforgiving, but we can also be kind and compassionate.”

“Wow.” you took in a deep breath. As if you had just solved an impossible puzzle, everything seemed to click.

And although you hated to admit when you were wrong, especially since you usually never were, perhaps, just this once, you were wrong about humanity.

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ATTENTION KASTLE NETWORK WRITER PEEPS.

@thesandwich-savedme & myself have decided to host a Kastle College fanfic group effort AU!

What does this mean?

It means, that we’ll be offering college events for a ‘verse’ type of situation for ya’ll to claim and write. We’ll give you character specifics for this universe (which I’ll have typed up here.) that you can reference. (We’ll be including most everyone from the Marvel Netflix series so you can write them!)

What are the rules?

It’s simple, message me @nxtyourfirstrodeo if you’d like a specific event/fic you want to write & I’ll add you to that. Just write it! It’s first come first serve though, if you’d like to attempt to do a joint effort with the person who got first dibs, you’re welcome to do that. Otherwise, pick something else! You can write smut or fluff. It’s up to you. You’re also welcome to do something angsty, but we figured Kastle is angsty in canon so fluff would be more fun in an AU setting. ;-)

Where do I post updates of it?

You can post it both here & on A03. The special tag we’re going to give it is: U Never Lie To Me. Get it? U as in.... University? We’re so clever. ;-) So you can post anything on the series to that tag. Hell, make fanart or something if you’re inspired. I’m sure we’d all love it!

@thesandwich-savedme will update more/new events you can claim as she comes up with them so keep an eye on this post, I’ll reblog it as often as I remember! There might be more added depending on the interest of this! :-)

Setting: Columbia University

The Characters:

Karen Page: Sophomore. Journalism major. Works for the school paper, Overachiever. Matt Murdock’s ex. Jessica Jones’ roommate. Probably in too many clubs on campus.

Frank Castle: Junior. ROTC. Tight End for the Columbia University football team. (Nickname is The Punisher) Undecided major. Loves dogs and coffee. Has a dog named Max. (Who may or may not have been swiped from & been a rival teams mascot...) Plays guitar and sings but literally no one knows about that.

Matt Murdock: Junior. Pre-law. Karen’s ex. Elektra’s new boyfriend. Foggy’s best friend. Doesn’t like Frank Castle. Has ‘spidey senses’, according to Foggy, despite being blind. Is in (or founded, it’s unclear) the Parkour club on campus.

Foggy Nelson: Junior. Pre-law. Matt’s best friend. Karen’s friend. Marci’s boyfriend. Kills it on the dance floor. National Honor Society. Obsessed with the Drama department.

Elektra Natchios: Junior. International Affairs major. Diplomats daughter. Filthy Rich. Member of Kappa Alpha Theta sorority. Bitchy and ambitious. #HeadBitchInCharge.

Marci Stahl: Junior. Pre-law. Not super rich, but well off family. Member of Alpha Chi Omega sorority. Foggy’s girlfriend since Freshman year. Takes sorority rivalry with KAT seriously. (Aka nemesis to Elektra) Also in the National Honor Society.

Claire Temple: Senior. Pre-med. #SoDone with these kids and their shit. Mother Hen. Patches up too many people when she should be sleeping or studying. Science tutor for extra cash. Pretends she’s not into Luke Cage. (But totally is)

Luke Cage: Junior. Humanities major. Defensive end for the Columbia University football team. Close friends with Frank. Super into Claire and hits on her a lot.

Jessica Jones: Sophomore. Photography major. Karen’s roommate. Pretends she hates her, but secretly cares about her. Best friend to Trish Walker. Goes to all the campus parties for the free booze. Life motto: ‘Messy hair. Don’t care’ and owns a coffee mug with that on it unironically. Baggy sweatshirt connoisseur.

Trish Walker: Sophomore. Mass Communications major. Best friend to Jessica Jones. Works at the University radio station. Member of Alpha Chi Omega sorority. (Much to Elektra’s dismay) Is on Elektra’s ‘shit list’ because of that.

Danny Rand: Junior. Business major. Richer than Elektra. It’s debatable if he ever even attends classes. Is that weird kid who does meditation and yoga on the lawn a lot. Everyone mocks him until they need his help getting their stress levels down during finals. Dresses like a hippie a lot. Hacky sack enthusiast. Voice of zen and calmness.

Colleen Wing: Junior. Business major. Too nice. Probably helps everyone else before doing anything for herself. Danny’s high school sweetheart. Founded and runs the Women’s Self-Defense club on campus. Don’t hurt any of her friends or she’ll hunt you down. Is nice till you piss her off. Lacrosse team. (Postion Defender)

The Fics/Events:

Your URL will be added next to the event you want to claim. :-)

One-Shots:

First meeting

Karen interviews Frank for the school paper

Karen turns a study session into stalking Frank of FB (or visa versa)

Frank and Karen Beer Pong at Frat Party

Frank and Max

Frank’s Pre-game rituals

THE FIRST TIME

Frank carries a drunk Karen home (or visa versa)

Girl’s Night/Boy’s Night

Parent’s Weekend

Multi Chapters:

Rush Week

The Frat Party- @nxtyourfirstrodeo

The first ‘real’ date

Homecoming

Halloween!- @thesandwich-savedme

Christmas

Road Trip/ School Sponsored Trip

Spring Break

Finals Week

Summer Break!

Chronology of fics: (meaning, the order they should hopefully get posted in. No rush on multi chapters though of course.)

First Meeting

Rush Week

Interview

Stalking on FB

Beer Pong

Frat Party

First Real Date

Frank and Max

Homecoming

Pre-game rituals

Halloween!

Karen carries Frank home/visa versa

THE FIRST TIME

Christmas Break

Girl’s Night/Boy’s Night

Spring Break

Parent’s Weekend

School Sponsored/Road Trip

Finals Week

Summer Break!

Any other questions or comments, ask me or @thesandwich-savedme! (Banner made by moi!)

#Kastle #U Don't Lie To Me #You Never Lie To Me #KastleNetwork #Defenders #Defenders fic #Kastle fic

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