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sturniolos-blog · 3 months

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Pick it up - Matt Sturniolo as a dad x Y/n

warnings: kissing, fluff, cute daughter

this was inspired by matt telling nick to pick up the lollipop he threw in todays car vid, but it’s also just a fic of dad matt

enjoy!

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“Mommy!” My 3 year old daughter, estrella, ella for short, ran up to me as i walked in the door.

“Hey baby!” I giggled, picking her up and kissing her cheek.

I kicked off my shoes, “How was your day, lovey?” I pushed the hair off of her forehead and smiled at her.

“It was so ‘mazing, mommy! Me and daddy had a dance party and he invited uncle nick and uncle chris over and we went and got a bunch candy from the store and then we had ice cream and daddy told me not to tell-”

My mouth was wide open as she told me about her day.

I gasped, “Daddy let you have candy and ice cream? Oh my goodness!” I faked being surprised. I already knew about it because Matt texted me and told me about it, telling me not to get mad.

Estrella giggles, “Just kidding mommy!” She tried to lie her way out.

“I can’t believe y-” I started tickling her as she lets out fits of giggles, squirming in my arms before i placed her down.

I see Matt come from the laundry room, “Estrella, i’ve been hiding for 30 minutes it doesn’t take you that long to-” He looks at me and smiles. “Oh, hey baby.” He walks over to me.

“Found you daddy!” Ella poked his leg and laughed.

Matt scoffed playfully and shook his head, “Good job, baby. Go play, love.” Matt ruffled her hair as she ran to her play room.

Matt immediately turned around and hugged me tightly, peppering kisses on my neck, i giggled.

“Matt!” I tried to push him off.

“You smell good.” He whispered into my neck, i gave in and put my hands in his hair, running my fingers through it,

“Yeah?” I kissed his ear.

“Mmm.. ‘missed you..” He mumbled, kissing up my neck, to my jawline and to my lips.

“I missed you too.” I mumbled into the kiss.

He hummed, “How was work?” He pulled away to ask before going back in for a kiss, we rocked back and forth.

“Slow day. But good. I’m glad you and ella had a good day together.” I smiled, he smiled at me to and kissed me again.

Matt smirked as he pulled away from the kiss,

“When she goes down for a nap maybe we can-”

Matt gets cut off by a loud bang in the kitchen, we immediately walk together to go see what it was,

We saw Ella climbing down from an island stool that she pushed up against the counter, with a now empty container with lollipops all over the floor.

“Ella, baby, what are you doing?” I sighed, my hands on my hips, matt with a disappointed look on his face.

“I wanted ‘nother one!” She whined, running up to my leg and hugging it. I ran my fingers through her hair, “Okay baby, but you have to ask us first, you coulda got hurt, my love!” I said.

Ella started crying, “‘m sowwy!” She cried, i picked her up and rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back.

“Estrella stop, just pick it up please.” Matt said softly, but with a stern tone.

Estrella sniffed and buried her head into the crook of my neck, Matt gave me the, ‘put her down, stop babying her look’ I frowned, i tended to feel bad a lot.

“Y/n.” Matt said when i didn’t put her down.

“I know, i know.” I whispered. Crouching down and placing ella down, she started crying more, grabbing onto my shirt.

“Ella please,” I whispered, i gave her a hug before standing up, she grabbed my leg and hugged it.

“Estrella, pick it up. Come on, you made a mess, clean it, be a big girl.” Matt spoke softly.

Estrella coughed and sniffled as she calmed down, she twirled a piece of her curly hair before getting on the ground and picking up all the spilt lollipops, putting it in the empty container. Filling it back up.

“Good girl.” Matt said, he clapped, cheering her on.

“Go, ella!” I clapped too, matt laughed and kissed my cheek.

When estrella finished she tried to pick up the container,

“Oh baby-” I was gonna help her but matt got to her first, helping her pick up the container.

“Daddy’s got it, ella. You did so good, my love.” Matt took the lollipop container and put it back on the counter, taking a blue lollipop and handing it to ella.

“For owning up to your actions.” He smiles, i scoff playfully and shake my head.

“What do you say, estrella?” I say.

“Thank you, daddy!” She said hugging his leg.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He said, smiling at me.

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Thought of this fic and i love matt sturniolo so much anyway enjoyyy

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ysljoon · 6 months

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Love Maze-Chapter 2

pairing: single dad!simon 'ghost' riley x live-in nanny!reader wc: 1.3k warnings: none for this chapter a/n: this chapter was a little slow BUT we made some progress eeee im so excited to go from here yall 🫣 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked) <prev chpt. >next chpt.

You stare at your apartment triumphantly once you see everything packed away. You lugged your suitcase out the door and now you’re on your way back to the Riley household. You were curious about Ella’s father. He was a very hard man to read and didn’t seem like a man for much conversation. Hopefully, you could bring down the walls he’s set up and get closer to him because to live with someone who appears unapproachable seems awkward to say the least. Yes, you’re there for the child first and foremost, but it would be nice to get to know him outside of being your employer.

Also the mask? What is that about? That should’ve raised more red flags in your mind, but the opportunity seemed too great to be able to look over that. He seems to be hiding a lot, but maybe he just needs time to warm up.

You showed up at 8 a.m. on the dot and knocked on the door. You distracted yourself with the pleasant dewy weather of the morning while you waited for Simon to answer the door. The door swung open faster than you expected and you had to dodge it at the last second to avoid it hitting you square in the face. Simon gave you a gruff ‘good morning’ and moved out of the way to let you inside. He still had on the black surgical mask, but his attire was a jarring difference in comparison to the first encounter. He had on blue cargo pants with harnesses hugging his thighs and a zipped-up blue windbreaker. Ella was held against his hip with one hand and the other hand had a black vest in the other. You were well aware that he was military personnel, but you didn’t think you would be acquainted with that side of him so soon.

You rolled your suitcase in behind you and awkwardly stood in his kitchen while waiting for him to give you further instructions. He placed Ella down in her bouncer and leaned against the counter across from you. His eyes looked bored when looking at you and there wasn’t really an emotion you could use to describe it, but it didn’t feel good to see the least. “I just fed Ella her morning bottle. The formula is in the cabinet over there.” He pointed above your head behind you. “And all bottles are in the dishwasher. Feed her about every 3 hours or whenever she’s feeling fussy.”

He tilts his head to the side to indicate to follow him and you do. He takes you to her nursery and it is very bare bones of a nursery. It has all the essentials with a crib, a dresser equipped with a changing table and baby monitor on top, a black suede rocking chair, and a trash bin. “In the dresser is where all the diapers and wipes are stored. The top drawer has all of her binkies,” He crouches down to the lowest drawer. “Here’s an extra baby monitor. I already have one in my room so keep it on your bedside table.” You nodded, taking mental notes of all the information he was giving you. He wordlessly walks out of the room and takes you across the hall. “This is the spare room, make yourself at home. The closet should have enough space, but if you need more just let me know and the bathroom is attached.” You gave him a grateful smile.

“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Simon.” He gave you only a grunt in acknowledgment of your words. “I’m heading to work now, since we’re in a lull right now I should be home around 6 pm. Text me if you need anything. If you don’t hear from me within the hour contact my captain. His name is John Price.” He handed you a small square of card stock with John’s name and number scribbled on it. You reached for your phone immediately out of your pocket to input the number. Simon gave you one last look over before heading out the door and you bid him one last farewell. You made your way to the living room and looked at Ella with a fond expression. “Well, Ella it’s just me and you now.”

The day moved along swiftly. It was easy to turn on your caregiver mode, but you did do some quick online shopping when Ella was having her afternoon nap as it came to your attention quite quickly that there was a scarcity of baby toys for her to play with. Ella was an easy baby though she was rarely very fussy and during diaper changes, you were able to keep her distracted enough to have her giggling. The sounds of her laughs had you wrapped around her finger. She was an adorable little girl.

Once 4 pm rolled around you decided to scour Simon’s cupboards to see what you could cook for dinner when he comes home from work. His pantry was scarce and you made a mental note to visit the grocery store tomorrow. You were able to scrape together a garlic chicken pasta for dinner and once that was done you let it sit on the burner on a low heat to keep it warm as it was only a few minutes until Simon was home. You made your way back to Ella to scoop her out of her bouncer that you kept her in while you were cooking, bounced her on your hip and sang lullabies to her. Her wide little eyes stared at you and observing her face made you realize how her eyes were identical to Simon’s. You weren’t sure how the rest of her facial features compared to Simon’s as he kept it concealed.

The door knob jiggled and the jangling of keys alerted both you and Ella to the arrival of Simon coming back home. Suddenly Ella started getting squirmy in your arms and wanted to be held by her dad. He quickly shuffled at the front door putting down his belongings and kicking off his boots. He made his way over to you and scooped Ella out of your arms and cradled her in his strong, muscular ones. “How was she today?” “She was great, barely fussy at all! Oh, I made dinner by the way so whenever you’re ready to eat I can dish it out for us.” Simon did smell the aroma of food in the air, but he thought you only cooked enough for yourself he didn’t expect you to cook for him. He also noted how you said us instead of just him. He wasn’t used to someone being this nice to him since he joined the 141 and the task force tried their best to welcome Simon. This was definitely something to get used to.

“I’ll take a shower first and then we can eat. If you’re hungry now though you can eat without me. You waved him off and told him you’d be fine waiting for him. He doesn’t strike you as someone who has an extensive shower routine. You sat on the couch with Ella accompanying you by your feet just crawling around and found a cartoon for her to enjoy on the TV.

Simon came out of the bathroom in 10 minutes flat with his blonde hair damp and-oh. Simon was standing in front of you without the mask and wow. You couldn’t understand why he covered up his face. He is handsome, to say the least. You averted your gaze and cleared your throat making your way to the kitchen. You silently plated servings for the both of you and Simon silently was by your side getting the utensils. Dinner was uneventful as Simon didn’t have much to say and you could see it in his face that he was tired so you didn’t want to bother him too much. Simon said he’ll wash the dishes since you cooked and you nodded. He wished you a goodnight and you made your way into your room to get ready for bed. The first day of the job is done and you would think it went pretty successfully. You couldn’t help thinking about Simon’s face until your eyes became heavy with sleep.

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Taste- Lee Minho (Part 2)

Genre: Undercover detective lee know x gang leader y/n; the roaring 20s Paring: Minho x fem! reader Content Warnings: Spice (no smut),mentions of alcohol, inaccurate historical representation, not intended to be factually correct, please forgive any inaccuracies. Word Count: 2.5k words Suggested Songs: Taste- Stray Kids Whatever Lola Wants- Ella Fitzgerald Fall in Love With Swing- Trio Manouche Smooth Operator- Sade

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Lee Minho should've known better, that a woman so beautiful was also secretive. That a woman so wanted in this mysterious club would obviously play hard to get. Did it help that she was also the owner of this place? No it did not.

But what did help was that a set of the smoothest pearls had fallen into his lap, and either on purpose or by accident, you had left him your necklace. Lee Minho couldn't decipher your intent, but at the very least, he found himself an excuse. It was as though petty fate that stopped him before was helping him proceed in this mission.

He searches for you in the crowd with continuous effort, but you seem to have disappeared a long time ago, as though your conversation with him was just another of his delusions. Lee Minho also realises that he's a little tipsy. He's starting to sweat under the warm suit in the crowded room, and he feels his heart rate pick up rapidly. Unlike how he had become tolerant of the alcohol here in Chicago, he wasn't used to this club as an entity, he especially wasn't used to you. For a trained detective like Minho, two minutes was all it took for him to decipher what a person desires, what their intentions are, but you were so hard to read. He had never felt so incompetent, so out of it before. He looks back at the bartender, who had offered him another free drink.

"What do they call her, that flapper?"

"She isn't just any flapper," the man replies with a smirk, "she's the most famous in the city, her stage name is Estelle Vin."

"Is she always that... mysterious? I can't help be drawn to her," Minho confesses foolishly, wanting to gauge the bartender further.

"Hmm, you're not the only one. Do you want me to return those pearls you're holding," the bartender replies.

"Don't worry, I need these as an excuse, if you know what I mean," he flashes a wink, pretending to be a lovesick fool, thouh he wasn't really sure it was pretention on his part. "Thanks for the free drink, I quite enjoyed it."

Lee Minho leaves with a small stumble, feeling the blood rush to his ears, his entire body getting warm. His vision is somewhat blurry, as he pushes his way towards the door he was eyeing before, his hands clutching the pearls close to his chest in his breast-pocket, holding on as though his entire life depended on it, and maybe it did.

He had to duck through the entrance to the dressing rooms, where he found himself standing in a complex maze. There were doors to the right and left of him, and a long corridor leading down. The shabby exterior was deceptive of the space within the club, and he could barely believe that it was just a small, rundown club that it lured people in as. He walks further down the corridor, when a singer comes out of a door on the left. She looks at him, startled by his intrusion. "Who...?How did you enter? It's authorised personals only."

He quickly apologises, and in convoluted sentences that his brain pushed out, explained that he had something to return. "The door was unlocked, and I need to see Ms Vin."

The lights dimmed nearby, signalling that a new performance was about to start. The stranger looks rushed and tries to shoo him away.

"Get out, and stop acting like a stalker. This would ruin your reputation Mr Claude Landry."

Lee Minho's eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why did a singer working here know his surname? He had only disclosed it to Mr Brown and a few other aristocrats. He was sure that most of them were tight-lipped about it, but now he was somewhat alarmed. Of course, as a man of public curiosity, along with him being a foreigner, it may not be as alarming. Maybe a clerk saw him sign it as Landry, and he overruled his previous suspicions. Absorbed in his thoughts, he slowly back away from this new area shrouded in mystery, until he feels the floor under his feet vibrating, as though something heavy was moving below.

"There's no way what I'm feeling is an earthquake now ma'am?" he questions, his suspicions aroused for perhaps the hundredth time in the night.

"I think you've had too much of hooch Mr Landry," the stranger replies.

Sure, he was somewhat intoxicated but there's no way he'd be this gone. He also made sure that the bartender didn't have any chance to spike his drink, which makes him feel fluky. The feeling increases, and he swears he can hear glass shatter below him, although faint. The Whangdoodle from the stage increases their volume as this happens, and Minho finds his ears ringing.

It was at that moment you spring out of your dressing room, almost alarmed. "Why are they so lou-" you exclaim but stop when you notice Minho.

His eyes look into yours, and for a second he feels relieved to see someone he knows, though barely. At least the situation didn't seem as unfamiliar as it did before.

"It's loud isn't it Ms Vin?" he asks, back to his stoic self, as though examining your anxious demeanour.

You hold back a breath, unsure how to answer the question. A new shipment was supposed to arrive today, and they're usually stored in the basement, which unfortunately happened to be right below where you were standing. You'd usually ensure that the entrance to this area was secure, but most of the men had gone to help carry the shipment in, which happened to be in excess today, and you must have left it open when you came back with your head muddled with thoughts of Minho. The fate that usually favoured you, happened to be sabotaging you today.

"Yeah, the band is louder than usual, I should probably check on them."

You locked your door to stop him from entering, and nod at your colleague. She tries to usher Minho back to the main area, and you also try to leave past him. He grabs your hands instead, and you feel his eyes on the back of your head.

"This must be yours," you see your pearls drop from his hands, clinking against his watch.

You only now notice that your neck was bare, putting your hand against it. Another sound erupts from the basement, and you get frantic. You watch as your colleague runs down to the basement to make them aware of how conspicuously loud they were being. Minho is quick to follow her with his eyes, suspicion written all over his face.

In spontaneity, you pull him into the dressing room you had previously locked. It was a last resort to distract him, stupid as it was.

"I... I can wear the necklace here," you say, pulling him closer to you. "Or maybe you'd like to put it on me?" you try flirtatiously hoping to keep his attention on just you. You sit down on the red chair, and remove the makeup from the counter. Luckily for you, Minho seems to appreciate this opportunity just as much as you, walking closer until his hand rests on your naked shoulders. He carefully held your long bob in a fist, placing the cold pearls as delicately as he could around your neck, taking quite some time. As he moves in closer, you feel his warm breath fanning your ear, where you're taken aback by his rapid breathing. You could feel it travel down your spine as he bends to snap it in place. It felt like he was holding himself back, deliberate, careful. Once he's done clasping the necklace, you look at him through the mirror, his eyes focused on you. You see him take your appearance in, and a small gasp leaves his mouth.

"You look beautiful y/n," he says in a deeper voice, taking you by surprise. Because you weren't taken aback by the compliment but by the fact that you had never once given him your real name, and the only thing he could find out was your stage name. Even some of your closest workers were hidden from your real identity.

But you didn't want to confirm this with this stranger, deciding it would be best to feign innocence. You furrow your brows as though it was annoyance. "Who's y/n? Your wife? A lover? A tomato you fell in love with?"

He smirks, "Future wife, maybe. Lover, if we're looking to start from today" he counters, snarky, yet in a weird way seductive. At this point you were beyond alarmed and tried extremely hard to keep yourself grounded to this new predicament.

"What do you mean by we? Besides if you want to address me, then you can call me Estelle."

"Well, are you jealous Estelle? Cause to be honest I'd rather call out your name later instead of y/n. I really hope you aren't y/n."

Who was he? Why did he care so much? Maybe he was mistaken, your name might be popular in France, or wherever he's from. Because there's no way he was referring to you.

You wanted to change the conversation desperately, you absolutely had to. In so many years of hiding behind a façade, it was scary having it disintegrated by a mere stranger.

"I'm not jealous, and don't be creepy, Claude. I don't think you should be here, unless you have more to speculate?"

He says nothing, instead he reaches for his breast-pocket for the umpteenth time, removing his linen handkerchief engraved with C.L and a classic fountain pen with gold borders.

"Time and date, for our next meeting," he asks sweetly, a charming smile painted on his lips.

You take his pen and examine it carefully. "Looks expensive, must be a family heirloom," you ask carelessly.

Minho smiles, as though he had already won this game of deception. Did he actually know your name? No. But he made a somewhat educated guess. Like most of the women of the time, you had tattooed on your back your social security number. As a celebration of autonomy, it had become a popular trend, which you also seemed to have followed. Luckily, for him, he had access to the case of a few bootleggers who were hidden so well that the only thing that could be traced was the social security number on someone's back. The number belonged to y/n l/n. Did it help that the social security number had no pictures? No. But did it help that the numbers on your back were visible to him as he placed the necklace on you? Of course it did. He decided to take a dangerous bet, and observe your reaction.

Beyond your unperturbed expression, he could see a shift in your body language, your fingers clasped onto your necklace tighter for sometime, before you recovered, your confident face wavering and your beautiful eyes shifting away from him . All he had to do was catch you in the act.

"You're such a liar Claude." you say out of nowhere. "What are you? A cop? you say also catching him off-guard.

"A cop, those incompetent people with a meagre salary? Of course I'm not, don't be ridiculous darling." he replies slowly.

He watches you smile, a menacing one that pretended to be comforting. "It was a joke, of course you're not a cop, you're big cheese around here," he takes the handkerchief from you, where he sees all you've written on it is "today" with a red lipstick stain on it.

"Today?" he raises an eyebrows in surprise. "Yeah, unless your bank's closed?" you entice.

He smiles and pulls you in swiftly. His unexpectedly rough hand that you would not expect someone rich to have, is on your back, drawing circles as his lips are pushed against yours. You taste the same cheap wine you had offered him towards the back of his tongue, except that it tasted so much better this way. You could taste remnants of the fake plum flavouring, mixed with the scent of your Chanel no 5 parfum taking over all your senses. You feel as his cold fingers trace definitely around your back. "Three" he whispers, "Eight," he continues, moving leftwards, causing goosebumps where he'd left his impression. "One" he continues. You pause for a moment, confused at the numbers he was repeating, until it eventually dawns on you. You push him away worried, your pearls clinking as you move back. "Anything wrong?" he asks innocently. You knew you couldn't directly admit to being a criminal. He wouldn't know just by your social security number, unless he was working with someone important. But he also somehow knew your name.

At this point you knew he wasn't a French Casanova, observing how his supposed "heirloom" had different initials engraved on the pen, L.M., which you were sure didn't belong to a Claude Landry, or that of a real family. It must have been a stolen good bought illegally, or that L.M were his real initials. The only way you could find out was if you played along.

"Nothing, I just needed a breather, your kisses are quite intense," you make a stupid excuse. Despite realising that you weren't yourself around him, you go back to making out with this handsome stranger, his hands going back to where they were until he managed to trace your entire number. He removes his tweed suit, and lifts up your dress until it was hiked far above your thighs, and with every movement the tassels of your dress get tangled up near his zip. You unbutton his cotton shirt, holding the fabric close, revealing his chest which was so much warmer than your hands. A chill blows through the window, and you shiver in between his warm touches. He stops there for a minute, and eyes the bottle of rum on your counter. He lifts you with ease, and places you on the counter, where your social number was reflected in the mirror, as though everything about you had finally been revealed.

"We should make our last toast," he speaks up breathless, sipping out of the bottle, then holding it to your lips. You accept, and gulp down more than you usually do. Something tells you it would be the last time you'd be this delirious, yet so satisfied. It was like with every kiss, he meant to take you down, in more ways than one. His kisses travelled down your body, scattered, frenzied. He kissed as though this was the first and only time he'd be this close to you. Soon you also gave in to the delicate pressure with all your being, overruling your innate intuition, lost in his seduction.

You were so guilty of doing this. Of finding comfort in the way he moaned your name, your real name, in low whispers, something you'd never trust anyone to do. And it didn't matter what secrets he hid when he made you feel this good. Though you were always guilty of lying to others, so was he. In a weird way, for tonight both of you would be equals- equally guilty parties for betraying yourselves.

Similarly, no one would ever fathom how utterly guilty Lee Minho felt with his tongue driven down your throat, enjoying it despite knowing you were a criminal. It was as though he couldn't let go, and for a minute he felt like none of it mattered, and that you were as innocent as your kisses fluttering over his collarbones. For tonight, he'd become the sinner, not you.

The same Lee Minho who hated being drunk during work hours, was beyond pleased, convincing himself that it was just for tonight. For just this night, he'd given into this hedonistic urge, of wanting nothing but a taste of your body, of your attention and your entire world which he would eventually have to destroy tomorrow. But tomorrow was so many kisses, so many secrets and so many bottles of alcohol later. So he continued deluding himself with your moans and soft lips, until he could no longer despise himself for his new intoxication: you.

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lady-pug · 11 months

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say "night-ie night" and kiss me

Chapter I of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: You keep on visiting a strange town, one you’ve never been to before. You wanted to know more, to know more why you were here and why you kept coming back, so you decide to do some exploring. Maybe you could start with the castle on the outskirts of the town.

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,3k

Warnings: none

Notes: This is me trying my hand at writing something with very little dialogue, relying on heavy descriptions. I don’t really know if this is a good strategy, but I ended up liking it a lot so decided to keep it like that. The descriptions are heavily based on Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ and ‘Starry Night Over the Rhône’, and also the song ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’, performed by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this story, and if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Reader's gender not specified

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The breeze was soft on your skin. Warm and cold at the same time, enveloping you like a loving embrace. Above your head, the stars shone brightly against the dark blue profound sky, paired with the chirping of a few birds perched on a tree somewhere nearby.

You had never been here before. That is before a few weeks back when you started coming here on the regular. The problem is: you had no idea where ‘here’ was. Every night you’d come here, to this small town bathed in starlight, and wander around aimlessly, no actual destination in mind. Small houses littered the cobble stoned streets, a tidy church near a café as your point of reference. Once you even traveled far enough to find yourself at the side of a river, the street lights reflected on the surface along with the stars. A couple wearing hats, holding hands and standing near two sailing boats, smiled and waved at you as if they had known you your entire life.

It honestly felt like someone transported you into one of Van Gogh’s paintings. You once even passed by a vendor selling sunflowers. Most of the people seemed to recognize you, but you had no clue what their names were. Most seemed friendly enough, a few looked like they were a second away from ripping all your possessions from your hands, and some, although less frequently, stared at you with sneers of disdain, as if they were proud to know something you didn’t.

Today was no different.

The lovely lady at the café near the church waved at you, her bright smile putting you at ease. You walked down the street, sending the old man at the bar a quick wave, prompting a friendly wink back your way. You might not truly understand where you were, but you’ve come to appreciate it. A constant in a life full of uncertainty was a nice change for once.

When you reached the school, most kids turning in their seats to eye you curiously through the windows, you decided to take a different route. Walking through a maze of alleyways and larger streets, seeing less and less people each corner you turned, eventually led you to a deserted road, no houses bordering the hillside.

Strange.

Glancing upwards to the top of the slope had you feeling something new, a mixture of dread and curiosity. A tall, dark and ominous structure, shaped like a castle, stood high and mighty before you, almost like it was overlooking the city. How come you had never noticed it before in all your visits? You balanced your options, curiosity overcoming the dread, and started the track up the hill, the stars as your sole companions.

You walked, and walked, and walked. Something didn’t seem particularly right. Glancing down at your feet, you noticed the stones under them, differently from what happened around town, were all the same. A sense of nausea had you looking up again, only to notice the castle seemed to be the same distance as before. That was impossible, however, as you had walked for several long minutes. Staring straight ahead you tried walking, running even, but the more effort you made, the further away the castle seemed to get.

Suddenly the wind picked up, a swoosh of air coming from above, like a flutter of wings. No, it wasn’t the wind. A raven was flying over your head, past you and towards the castle that stood tall in the dark.

That feeling of dread returned tenfold, making you turn on your heels and start running down the same way you came. You ran, overexerting your lungs, legs burning as adrenaline pumped in your veins. The sound of your sneakers hitting the stone pavement was the only sound you could hear along with your rapid breathing and the thumping of your heart right in your ears. You didn’t stop until you were back inside the café, in the safety of what was known to you. Well, relatively known.

“Oh, dear.” the friendly lady, who happened to be the owner of the establishment, turned to you when you came to a halt in the middle of the place, hands holding your knees as you tried to regain your breath, a concerned expression crossing her eyes “Are you quite alright?”

When you didn’t answer right away, still shaken from your encounter with the mysterious castle, she led you to one of the tables, sitting you down on a wooden chair.

“I’ll bring you some water to calm your nerves, what do you say?” she smiled, trying to send a wave of calmness your way “Or perhaps you’d like some coffee? I have just brewed some. On the house.”

You smiled at her kindness.

“A coffee would be nice, please.”

She went out back to retrieve your drink and left you alone with your racing heart, its beating yet to slow down. The hairs on your arms and on the back of your neck stood up, and the looming sense that someone was watching you consumed you whole. Looking around the café you were met with the same people who you always saw when walking by: a couple out on a date, an elderly woman with a small dog on her lap, a man in a hat who looked like he hadn’t slept in days, a man dressed in all black… wait, that was new.

You looked back towards the man and sure enough, he was staring right at you. Pale complexion and light eyes, the man was dressed in black clothes, a long overcoat completing the look. His sharp jaw and high cheekbones made him look powerful, almost regal in a sense, and dare you say… beautiful. The only thing about him that softened his features was his dark, messy hair. He seemed like someone important, imponent, but for some reason he didn’t scare you. You almost felt… peaceful in his presence.

Your thoughts about the man were cut short when a large ceramic cup filled to the brim was placed in front of you.

“Here you go, dear. A nice cup of fresh coffee should do you some good.”

“Thank you.” she started walking away when you called her, catching her attention “Hey, uh, excuse me?”

She nodded for you to continue.

“What is that castle at the edge of town?”

“What castle, dear?” she asked, confusion lacing her tone.

“The tall dark one at the top of a hill.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing to see if you weren’t playing tricks on her.

“There is nothing around the city other than mountains on one side and the river on the other.” she smiled again “Why don’t you drink your coffee, dear, before it gets cold. I’m sure you’ll feel better afterwards.”

As she walked away once again you were left to wonder. Had you imagined it? No, you were pretty sure you had seen a castle. And a raven. You couldn’t possibly have imagined that, now… could you?

Taking a sip of your coffee, you almost spat it right back out. It tasted awful, it tasted like… nothing. It was hot, sure, but it had absolutely no taste whatsoever. You took another larger sip, at the risk of burning both your tongue and your throat, and still nothing. You couldn’t taste anything. Bringing the cup under your nose you frowned. It smelled like coffee, strongly so. If it smelled like coffee, looked like coffee and was warm like coffee, why didn’t it taste like coffee?

Raising your head, you were about to call the owner again to ask about the tasteless coffee when you noticed the same man from earlier still looking at you. His eyes were mischievous, his lips only barely tilted up in what seemed like the world's tiniest smirk.

Narrowing your eyes at him you went to stand up and confront him, ask him why he wouldn’t quit his staring. Your abruptness made his face harden again, a hand raising under his chin. You only managed to take one shaky step in his direction before, with a snap of his fingers and something uttered under his breath, you were sitting up with a startled gasp on your bed.

Dream.

It was all just a dream.

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x gn!reader #dream x gn!reader #sandman x gn!reader #dream of the endless x gn!reader #the sandman fanfic #morpheus fanfiction #dream fanfic #dream of the endless fanfic

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ngl u should do lucifer x reader like headcannons, like idek what theyd be called-

whenether their like

*lucifer totally fell first

*you couldn't decide whether or not he was kidding when he asked you out

I kind of maybe base my entire personality off of Lucifer- so yeah let's rock this shit.

You fell, you fell hard.

Or maybe he did.

It was hard to tell because you were in stage one: denial

You see, you were a lawyer and in charge of your own firm.

Hot? Powerful? Hates Lucifer?

Yep, meets all of his requirments!

But you, you couldn't sleep with the enemy. The police.

Oh but he tried. Even tried to do that stupid mind thing that frusterated the absolute fucking shit out of you

"Tell me what it is, what it is you truly desire Ms. L/N?"

"What I desire is for you to get out of my face, asshat."

Maze adores you.

Favorite adult human 20/10 would let into Lux again

Stage 2: Anger. Chloe is listening to you rant about Lucifer again and she has to restrain her laugh. "THAT ASSHOLE KEEPS SHOWING UP AT MY HOUSE. DID YOU GIVE HIM MY ADRESS?? I SWEAR DECKER-"

He adores making you mad. Best part of his day ngl.

"Oh come on, love. I just want to talk to your client! Just for a second Ms. L/N." He pleads and your eye twitches as you lean in close.

"... I will shove these heels so far up your ass they come out your mouth, got it?"

"Clear as mud, my love."

Ella loves it. All of it. Her and Dan talk about yalll all of the damn time oml

Stage 3: Bargaining. "If i sleep with you will you shut the fuck up?" You plead one day, he looks disgusted and offended, and you don't understand.

He stops for a while after that. He's afraid that you think he just wants to fuck you.

Stage four: Depression. You can't help but miss it. He stressed you out, and made you embarrased and mad.

Your both quiet for months, three to be exact.

Then one day Chloe and Ella lock you in Ella's lab

Stage five: Acceptance.

"I've liked you for a year and a half." You blurt.

He's staring at you.

"Oh."

Ella screams with delight and is already planning the wedding.

Lucifer hates hugs, but you grew up with 5 older brothers. you were surrounded by love and sometimes lucifer just loathes that.

He doesn't smoke around you. But he does drink together with you.

You help cut his wings (you kinda knew all along, your mother was catholic)

he loves the fact that maze loves you

He loves the fact that he loves you

#lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer netflix #leviathan #satan #police #lawyer #DA #enemies to lovers #writing #queer writers

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Fandoms + Ships (for Prompt Purposes)

As I like to reblog prompts a lot but have the annoying little habit of jumping ship on a fandom fast than a pirate invasion, I decided it is finally time I make an official list, which will be constantly updated as I develop new interests! If there’s a ship you want to request but it isn’t here, just ask and I’ll let you know where I stand with it!

The Hunger Games

• Everlark (Katniss/Peeta)

• Finnick/Annie

• Haymitch/Effie

• Katniss/Madge

Future Man

• Josh Futturman x Reader

Burn

• Billy x Reader

HSMTMTS

• Caswen (Ricky/EJ)

• Portwell (EJ/Gina)

• Mashlynn (Maddox/Ashlynn)

• Ricky/Jet

The Vampire Diaries

• Stelena (Stefan/Elena)

• Mattlena (Matt/Elena)

• Tylena (Tyler/Elena)

• Elenijah (Elijah/Elena)

• Barolena (Bonnie/Caroline/Elena)

• Stexi (Stefan/Lexi)

• Denzo (Damon/Enzo)

• Forwood (Tyler/Caroline)

• Maroline (Matt/Caroline)

• Bamon (Bonnie/Damon)

• Bamenzo (Bonnie/Damon/Enzo)

• Carenzo (Caroline/Enzo)

• Dalijah (Damon/Elijah)

• Parkwood (Tyler/Liv)

• Klayley (Klaus/Hayley)

Legacies

• Handon (Hope/Landon)

• Jandon (Josie/Landon)

• Henelope (Hope/Penelope)

• Hizzie (Hope/Lizzie)

• Kizzie (Kaleb/Lizzie)

• Methan (MG/Ethan)

• Ked (Kaleb/Jed)

• Dark!Jobastian (Dark!Josie/Sebastian)

• Landizzie (Landon/Lizzie)

Teen Wolf

• Sciles (Scott/Stiles)

• Scydia (Scott/Lydia)

• Mccallinski (Lydia/Scott/Stiles)

• Stalia (Stiles/Malia)

• Malydia (Malia/Lydia)

• Stira (Stiles/Kira)

• Scira (Scott/Kira)

• Liason (Liam/Mason)

• Allydia (Allison/Lydia)

• Allerica (Allison/Erica)

• Berica (Boyd/Erica)

• Malisaac (Malia/Isaac)

• Lydora (Lydia/Cora)

• Allora (Allison/Cora)

• Scanny (Scott/Danny)

• Malira (Malia/Kira)

The Witcher

• Yennskier (Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Geraskerer (Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Raskier (Radovid/Jaskier)

• Trennefer (Triss/Yennefer)

• Geralt/Triss

EastEnders

• Frobby (Bobby/Freddie)

• Chryed (Christian/Syed)

• Ballum (Ben/Callum)

• Sukeve (Suki/Eve)

• Ben Mitchell/Kheerat Panesar

• Jack Branning/Michael Moon

• Whitney Dean/Chelsea Fox

• Whitney Dean/Lauren Branning

• Lauren Branning/Peter Beale

• Lauren Branning/Lucy Beale

• Peter Beale/Fatboy

• Zack Hudson/Martin Fowler

• Zack Hudson/Felix Baker

• Anna Knight/Bernie Taylor

• Stacey Slater/Danielle Jones

• Peter Beale/Tamwar Masood

• Darren Miller/Tamwar Masood

• Tamwar Masood/Afia Khan

• Masood Ahmed/Jane Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale/Freddie Slater

• Linda Carter/Alfie Moon

Friends

• Roey (Rachel/Joey)

• Chanoey (Chandler/Joey)

Stranger Things

• Elmax (El/Max)

• Elumax (El/Lucas/Max)

• Byclair (Lucas/Will)

• Byler (Will/Mike)

• Ronance (Robin/Nancy)

• Steddie (Steve/Eddie)

Glee

• Blam (Blaine/Sam)

• St. Hudson (Finn/Jesse)

• Tike (Tina/Mike)

• Quinntana (Quinn/Santana)

• Pezberry (Santana/Rachel)

• Quinncedes (Quinn/Mercedes)

• Sike (Sam/Mike)

• Jarley (Jake/Marley)

• Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)

The Flash

• Barrisco (Barry/Cisco)

• Snowbarrisco (Caitlin/Barry/Cisco)

• WestStein (Joe/Martin)

• Superflash (Barry/Kara)

• Thallen (Barry/Eddie)

•Westthallen (Iris/Barry/Eddie)

• Westhawne (Iris/Eddie)

Outlander

• Jamie/John

• John/Brianna

• Brianna/Roger

• Lizzie/Josiah/Kezzie

• William/Denzell

Lucifer

• Lucifella (Ella/Lucifer)

• Douchifella (Lucifer/Dan/Ella)

• Mazifer (Maze/Lucifer)

• Douchifer (Dan/Lucifer)

• Chlaze (Chloe/Maze)

PJO/HoO

• Jasico (Jason/Nico)

• Jercy (Jason/Percy)

• Perachel (Percy/Rachel)

• Rachabeth (Rachel/Annabeth)

• Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth)

Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin/Arthur)

• Mercelot (Merlin/Lancelot)

•Merwaine (Merlin/Gwaine)

• Morgwen (Morgana/Gwen)

The Dumping Ground

• Elektra/Faith

• Elektra/Carmen

• Carmen/Lily

• Tyler/Jody

• Jody/Sasha

• Tyler/Ryan

• Chloe/Candi-Rose

• Candi-Rose/Bird

• Candi-Rose/Jay

The Story of Tracy Beaker

• Tracy/Crash

• Tracy/Ben

• Tracy/Lol

• Lol/Wolfie

• Crash/Rio

• Justine/Rebecca

Life With Derek

• Dasey (Derek/Casey)

• Derek/Sam

• Derek/Trevor

• Casey/Sally

Boy Meets World

• Shory (Shawn/Cory)

• Jeric (Jack/Eric)

• Eric/Jason

• Shawngela (Shawn/Angela)

• Shawpanga (Shawn/Topanga)

Girl Meets World

• Rilaya (Riley/Maya)

• Riley/Zay

• Riarkle (Riley/Farkle)

• Lucaya (Lucas/Maya)

• Maya/Zay

• Riley/Maya/Zay

Descendants

• Jal (Jay/Mal)

• Jaylos (Jay/Carlos)

• Mevie (Mal/Evie)

• Hevie (Harry/Evie)

• Buma (Ben/Uma)

• Umaudrey (Uma/Audrey)

• Haudrey (Harry/Audrey)

• Humaudrey (Harry/Uma/Audrey)

• Bevie (Ben/Evie)

iCarly

• Creddie (Carly/Freddie)

• Carly/Sam

• Carper (Carly/Harper)

• Sparper (Spencer/Harper)

Victorious

• Tandre (Tori/Andre)

• Jori (Jade/Tori)

Zoey 101

• Quogan (Quinn/Logan)

#about meeee #ships and shit #my ships and fandoms #prompts #ignore me while I ramble #again if there are any ships or fanfoms not lisred here that you aren’t sure about my interest in just ask!

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 3) Chapter Twelve

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twelve: I Liked It When You Wanted to Die

Summary: Cain faces down Lucifer and (Y/N).

“We need to get evidence,” said Chloe. She, Lucifer, Ella, and Dan were gathered to discuss how to deal with Cain (Pierce to them). He had sent a killer after Dan, but luckily they had caught him and tied him up at Lucifer’s penthouse. “We can’t just hurt him, Dan.”

“He killed Charlotte,” said Dan angrily.

“I know, but if we need to take him in with evidence in order to get justice for Charlotte,” said Chloe.

“Are you sure, Detective? Because I can get Maze. She’s very good at this sort of thing,” said Lucifer.

Chloe leveled a pointed look at him. “Lucifer, just because things are ‘back to normal’ doesn’t mean Maze has to be attacking people.”

“Well, it would certainly make things easier,” sighed Lucifer. His phone rang, and he held up a hand. “Hold that thought, I’ll continue convincing you in a moment. Hello?”

“Lucifer, we don’t have time—”

“Pierce,” said Lucifer venomously as Cain greeted him over the phone.

Dan, Ella, and Chloe’s eyes widened.

“Hello, Lucifer,” said Cain. “I trust you’re already on my trail.”

“You don’t get to reinvent yourself this time,” said Lucifer, narrowing his eyes.

“No. No, you got too close this time,” said Cain. “I can’t just skip town. I need to get rid of all evidence of Marcus Pierce.”

“Starting with me?” questioned Lucifer. He scoffed. “You forgot your position now.” Cain no longer had his mark to protect him.

“I’d be careful, Lucifer. I can start with them first.” Cain pushed the phone into (Y/N)’s face in the warehouse he had them trapped in.

“Lucifer, don’t play his game—!” Cain pulled the phone away from (Y/N).

“Do you understand?”

Chloe watched Lucifer’s face pale. “Lucifer?”

He paid no attention to her. “(Y/N),” he breathed in worry.

Ella’s hand went to her mouth as she gasped in shock. Dan’s eyes widened, and Chloe’s gaze softened with worry as they realized Cain had (Y/N).

Lucifer’s fear morphed into anger in a moment. “If you harm them, I will rain all the fury of Hell on your head.”

“If you want them, track the call. I know Miss Lopez can. I’ll see you soon, Lucifer,” said Cain, hanging up.

(Y/N) glared at him from where they were tied down. “You’re going to regret this,” they hissed. The shadows below them wavered, but without direction, they couldn’t move enough to protect their master.

“No, this is all going to plan. I get rid of Lucifer to protect my identity, then I get rid of you,” said Cain. “I doubt God will approve of killing an innocent. He’ll punish me again with immortality, and then everything will be back the way it should be.”

“You want to live now? I liked it when you wanted to die,” muttered (Y/N).

“I’ve decided differently,” said Cain.

“What a time to become optimistic about life,” snarked (Y/N). “You do realize you can’t kill Lucifer, right?”

Cain smirked. “If Chloe’s there, I can.”

“Lucifer will find a way. And he won’t stop until he’s hunted you down and sent you to Hell where you belong for what you did to Charlotte,” spat (Y/N).

“That was an accident,” said Cain shortly.

“Perfect, you’ll have guilt waiting for you in Hell,” said (Y/N).

Cain kicked their chair over, and (Y/N) gritted their teeth as they hit the ground hard. They grinned as the wind was knocked out of them. “Learn to shut your mouth while we wait for Chloe and Lucifer.”

Lucifer and Chloe walked carefully into the building. Ella and Dan were watching the would-be assassin while they faced Cain. They found themselves in an old mansion filled with sellable antiques, statues and a few paintings. Chloe reached for her gun as they crept through the room.

“I wouldn’t do that, Chloe,” said Cain, walking out from a side room. He had his own gun and (Y/N) against his chest. Several other men, contacts of the Sinnerman, emerged throughout the room and floors above. Each held a gun.

Lucifer ignored the present danger and searched (Y/N)’s face for signs of injury. They appeared tired, and there was a cut on their forehead, but luckily, they didn’t seem any further wounded. And the fire in their eyes was fierce as ever as they stared back at Lucifer.

“You don’t have to do this, Pierce,” said Chloe.

“Yes, I do,” said Cain. “And normally, I would just reinvent myself. But this time, I can’t.” He pressed the gun to (Y/N)’s temple, and they sucked in a breath. Their hands were held tightly, but the shadows beneath them shifted uneasily as they strained to help. “Not before I kill Lucifer and the kid.”

“What? Why?” questioned Chloe, glancing at (Y/N) in horrified concern.

“Because I know he’ll never stop hunting me,” said Cain. “And I can’t afford to spend the rest of my days looking over my shoulder.”

“(Y/N)’s just a kid. Let them go,” said Chloe.

“They aren’t a threat to you,” said Lucifer.

Cain scoffed. “I’ve seen what they can do. And their death can give me back what I lost.” His immortality would be punishment for killing another innocent. That’s what Cain believed. “But you don’t have to die, Chloe. Step away from him.”

“Detective, for once, I agree with this imbecile,” said Lucifer. “Step aside. Pierce, let (Y/N) go. My death should be enough.”

“No, Lucifer—!” (Y/N) winced as Cain pushed the gun harder into their temple as a warning before lifting it to point at Lucifer.

Chloe narrowed her eyes and stepped between Cain and Lucifer. She couldn’t risk (Y/N) and Lucifer’s lives. “No.”

“Detective,” said Lucifer worriedly. The two people he cared about most were in danger, and he wasn’t sure how to act.

“Chloe,” warned Cain.

“I believed everything you said, Marcus,” said Chloe. “That you loved me. That you did all of this for me. Which is why I know that you won’t shoot.”

“You made me realize life is worth living,” said Cain. “And I will do anything stay alive.”

I’ve never been so upset that someone doesn’t want to kill themself, thought (Y/N).

“And if you get in the way of that…” Cain’s gun focused on Chloe, and his grip on (Y/N) tightened.

Chloe held up her hands. “I believe you. I don’t want to die. I can’t. Not without stopping you.” She raised her gun and shot.

The precision was on point, and it caught Cain in the shoulder, even as he held (Y/N). They pulled away as he fell back, and at the same moment, another of the men with Cain shot Chloe, and she fell.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in fear, and he grabbed (Y/N) with one hand and held Chloe with the other. Drawing them close, he glared at Cain, who scowled back.

“Finish it. Finish it!” shouted Cain.

A hail of bullets fired down at the three. (Y/N) cried out, pushing closer to Lucifer as he pulled them and Chloe to him. Lucifer cried out in rage and extended his wings. The white feathers curled around (Y/N), Chloe, and Lucifer, and even as bullets landed and splotches of blood appeared, he gritted his teeth and bore the pain to protect Chloe and (Y/N).

(Y/N) closed their eyes as their anxiety spiked. Being in Lucifer’s protection helped it, but the shouts and bullets were affecting them. Get me out, get me out! “Dad!” they cried.

Lucifer held them closed and flapped his wings. They were gone in a second. (Y/N) fell out of the protection of Lucifer’s wings as they landed roughly on the roof of the building.

They panted and looked up wildly at Lucifer. “Is Chloe…?”

“She’s alright,” breathed Lucifer. He lay her down gently and faced (Y/N). “Are you?”

(Y/N) nodded, but the movement was unsteady. “I’m-I’m okay, Dad.”

Lucifer’s heart swelled. Dad. They had called him Dad. “Alright. Alright. Good. Stay here. I’ll finished Cain.”

“Wait, Lucifer, don’t alo—” Lucifer was gone “—ne.” (Y/N) furrowed their brow in frustration and darted to the stairs to go back down.

While (Y/N) ran down the stairs, Lucifer took care of the hired men one by one. Without Chloe so close, he could fight, but he was still injured, and Chloe was still too close to be completely invulnerable. Cain hid and avoided getting killed. He only emerged to fire a shot at Lucifer’s back.

“Dad!” cried (Y/N), and they threw a hand out.

Shadows wrapped up around Cain and knocked his hand away. The gun skittered across the floor. Cain panted and glared at (Y/N) and Lucifer.

“I guess it’s just us now,” said Cain. He pulled out a blade of demon steel he’d stolen from Maze. “But I came prepared.”

He rushed Lucifer, and (Y/N) moved in between on instinct, even as Lucifer reached out to stop them. The stab cut (Y/N)’s side, and they fell. Shadows rushed up around Cain as he tried to continue his attack, and (Y/N) held up their hands.

Lucifer saw red. With an angry shout, he grabbed Cain’s arm and grappled with him. The shadows, sensing someone protecting (Y/N), held Cain tighter. Lucifer twisted his arm and pushed the blade. It sliced into Cain’s chest, and he fell, gasping in pain.

Lucifer helped (Y/N) up, running his hand worriedly across their wound. They shook their head, indicating they were alright. It was a shallow cut, barely there. Lucifer faced down Cain.

“I am a Devil of my word. I told you, if you harmed them, I would rain all the fury of Hell on your head. And you. harmed. them.” Lucifer glared at Cain.

Cain chuckled weakly. “I’m going to Heaven.”

(Y/N) felt pure anger overwhelm them. It burned away the nausea of seeing someone die. This was personal. “No, you’re not.”

“I don’t…regret anything I’ve done,” said Cain, coughing.

“Charlotte Richards,” said (Y/N). “Don’t you dare forget her.”

Lucifer crouched next to Cain. “You killed her.”

Cain shook his head. “No. That was an accident.”

“Well, you pulled the trigger. You ended her life. You chose to kill her,” said Lucifer. “Deep down, you know you’re a monster. And that you belong in Hell, where you will torture yourself with that truth for eternity.” His eyes blazed red as he ensured that Charlotte Richards would happily remain in Heaven while her murderer went to Hell where he belonged. “’Cause no matter what you tell yourself, you can’t outrun what you’ve done. What you truly are.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as they watched Lucifer’s Devil Face return to him. He had manifested it, not God or the Sinnerman. It was all Lucifer and his perception of himself.

“And neither can you,” coughed Cain in satisfaction. He collapsed, dead.

“Lucifer, (Y/N)!” called Chloe, running into the room from the stairs. (Y/N) stared at her and glanced at Lucifer, still with his back to her. “Lucifer?”

He turned, and his Devil Face gazed back at the Detective’s wide eyes.

“It’s all true…” she breathed.

“Detective?” asked Lucifer.

“It’s all true,” said Chloe, her voice shaking.

Oh, no.

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Nevermore Imagines 🦇 (pt. 1)

Gn!reader x Nevermore cast. Lovely roommate shenanigans and angst

Lenore: 🦨

Just your luck to be roomed with the rebellious student.

She’s cute, though.

She’s actually really sharp and has a strong moral compass. Why is that attractive?

No one else joined up with you, so you went with the trio through the maze.

She pushed you to safety from those ghosts, and you manifested.

Join the outcast club and sit at her right side.

Talk about what you learn of your pasts.

Dislike how Annabel treats Lenore.

“You watch as Lenore drags Annabel Lee off to some hidden corner. You’re thankful for the darkness of the hall shrouding your disappointment in black. Denial is something you like to avoid, but it’s so hard with her. Lenore is like an avenging angel, spirited with a bright fire lit behind her eyes. She’s loving and loyal, willing to risk it all for someone she barely knows. The little quirk of her mischievous smile, the clear ringing of her voice, her confidence, all of it makes your heart skip a beat. Yet, all her attention seems to be on Annabel, who looks at her like a pawn, treats her like a pet. Lenore looks at her like a man stumbling upon an oasis in a desert. Part of you wishes to be Annabel Lee, to be the one Lenore would lay upon, to play with the white streaks in her hair and discuss all manner of things. “

But, you’re not her. It’s not your name Lenore cries out at night.

Annabel Lee: 👰🏼‍♀️

God, why do mean people have to be hot?

You are roommates, rip.

You give as good as you get and you two are tied for favorite student.

Foiled a few of her plans, so she decides to have you join her. Keep your enemies closer, yadda yadda

Slowly reveals her vulnerabilities and you find yourself falling like a dumbass

Midnight tea parties and chess games.

Joins the outcasts as a double agent.

“ ‘Annabel Lee, give me a straight answer!’ You jerk back as your voice echoes. The last thing you need are menace and moan barging in and handing out demerits…or worse.

There. A small crack in her mask, the tiniest twitch of her eyebrow.

Your ‘truce’ had spawned into a relationship of sorts. Clandestine moments in the halls, late nights whispering out and parsing through the information gathered in the day. You still don’t trust her, but Annabel has wormed her way inside, and it hurts. She seems stuck between you and Lenore. One minute demanding your attention, the next sneaking out to meet the raven. Can you blame her? You’re part of the outcasts, you get her appeal. Lenore is a kind woman, but like Annabel, you’re here to win.

‘Poppet….’

The mask is smooth.

‘I just want to know more of the plan. We’re partners after all.’ What you truly want to ask will stay buried, just like the white maiden’s true intentions.

‘Just forget it, you whisper and blow out the candle.’”

Morella: 😇 🍀

Who is this excitable person shaking your hands?

Extrovert adopts introvert.

Really determined to do your hair.

You become thick as thieves. Sunshine x sunshine protector

You join up with Annabel for her, to keep her safe

“Arms envelop you and the smell of wildflowers and sage surround you. You look up and see Morella’s beaming face.

‘What food did you get?’

‘Shepard’s pie. Wanna try?’ Morella drags you to her table and sits you down. She picks up a spoonful and gestures with the tantalizing mixture of mashed potatoes, beef, and carrots.

‘Say ahh.’

You roll your eyes but open. ‘It’s delicious, Ella.’

She continues to feed you in between bits of excited conversation. You eye her table partners. You’re still confused how someone so sweet has been entangled with such suspicious people. Annabel Lee has been eyeing you, making efforts to get you to join. Morella manifested to protect you.

Can you leave her alone with the wolves?”

Pluto: 🐈‍⬛

You know when two introverts are together, the less introverted becomes the extrovert? Yeah, that’s you two.

You adopt Pluto.

Complain, lovingly, about Duke.

Comfortable silences.

You find his spectre cute, but don’t tell him that, you closet furry

“You ruffle Pluto’s hair again.

‘Wh—what are you doing?’

You retract the hand and avoid his gaze. ‘Nothing, just saw some dust.’ If you squint hard enough, you can summon the image of a scrunkly cat.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘Nothing!’”

***

I take requests btw!

Figure you guys would want a notif.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 7 months

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Can I request an Ella Lopez x male reader whose Lucifers brother and works at the LAPD. Ella and the reader are working late and end up having sex. While they are having sex Eve and Mazikeen walk in catching them and make a commet on the readers' "member" and how hot Ella is. Both the reader and Ella are embarrassed, causing Ella to beg them not to tell anyone. Maze continues to stare at the reader and only agrees to keep their secret if her and Eve can join, having a foursome?

Cool. Ok I will write it

#requested

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gyuletters · 10 months

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Your moots and what song do they remind you of?

@sunoooism - come inside of my heart, by IV of spades: the cottage, calming, sweet summer breeze vibes are totally immaculate and totally mumu coded. 🌿💞

@itz-yerin - hug me tight, by he hoy kyung: any krnb, khihop, kindie reminds me of yerin to be honest. hihihi 💞 idk if its my impression, but yerin has this really downtown and cool girl vibes. ♡

@full-moonies - beautiful, by bazzi feat camila cabello: pretty, soft and very magical like. thats everything that reminds me of trixie. 🎀💗

@itgirlgyu - blue orangeade, by tomorrow x together: very energetic and very happy pill, thats how i see qiwi. oh, and of course very colorful. 😊💞

@mazeinthemoon - maze in the mirror, by tomorrow by together: maybe expected, but mitm just really reminds me of moon. maybe its the melody and lyrics, but theres something that always reminds me of her. 💞🌙

@csbenthusiast - sweet nothing, by taylor swift: honestly, i could put the entire taylor swift's discography. but to be more specific, she really reminds me of midnights. ella is just SO taylor swift coded. and its not only bcs she loves her, she really does remind me of taylor a lot hihihi. 💞💞

(p.s: if i forgot anyone, im so sorry! my memory its terrible and in any way i intended to leave you out, i promise. 😞)

#— ☆ star asks! 💌

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sccoobydoobers · 2 years

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linda as a therapist for literally everyone in the show is pretty flawed. yes, she can give perspective on supernatural matters but even her friends outside of the know (ella) go to her when they need the advice of a therapist. feel free to correct me on this but with my vague memory I at least know its highly unprofessional to take on a patient (fully booked and everything I presume) who you know personally or even just, has a impression in your life. as this can very much effect how you treat them and the help you give to them even if you don't mean it too.

lucifer being linda's paitent was obviously highly unethical at the start but eventually they develop into a more professional-friend kind. where still, it is unethical as eventually linda DOES fall into a relationship with lucifer's brother. who was an antagonist of sorts during at least season 1's sessions.

at some point i'd think between seasons 2-3 she starts writing the book about lucifer's therapy sessions and his life, given the book was on its completed first draft and we are shown it at least half way through at some point. and, if you dont know, writing a whole book (especially as long as linda's) takes a LONG time.

meaning, at any point in that time linda could've stepped back and thought: 'this is highly unethical and maybe I should at least get the permission of everyone who im using their private therapy sessions.' its a very simple yet, it couldve changed the whole direction of the book from being the simplified cliches of everyone to more realistic versions of the people.

linda takes advantage of lucifer while doing this, really, as when lucifer finds out about this book, he is thrilled. he is excited because it will be the first book to ever have an accurate representation of him.

And I think later, when everyone reads the book and finds out the contents are a really bad fanfiction of their lives, Lucifer is a bit disappointed. I mean, its supposed to be the first book to portray him in a light most accurate to him, and the book doesn't even end up doing that!

I also want to add that everyone gets mad at lucifer because of their portrayals in the book. When, in fact, they should've at least placed part of the blame on linda, the person who wrote the book. instead of taking literally every word of it to heart. (this post goes into it in more detail!)

Lucifer is, at times (a lot of the time), an unreliable narrator. Because he is made to always tell the truth, something that could be world-ending for Earth might not be important at all to him because x reason etc etc.

(example: the whole mira/rory thing - it didn't occur to him to mention to chloe that this supposed child of him is half angel because that genuinely wasnt important to him and didn't seem relevant to the occasion. chloe then gets pissy at him for this so the more you know)

I'm gonna say something that's pretty obvious but needs to be said: linda is not the group's therapist. of course, she is lucifer's highly unethical therapist. but she is not everyone elses. no one else is shown to have regular one on one sessions with her. apart from maybe ella & maze a couple times and the others are super rare.

her knowing and giving this guidance to her friends is really that. an act of their friendship that they trusted her to give good advice on how to deal with their obviously very stressful and traumatic lives.

then for her to turn around and write it into a book (probably turned book series given how long its said to be) which will be accessed but not only the general public, but also people outside of the know that close to them. like chloe's mother, ella's family, dan's parents etc etc.

that is a horrible thing. even if their families don't read the book, other people will.

imagine ella's distant cousin reads the books after it becomes popular for some reason, connects the dots. then suddenly ella's family are asking if she really had a serial killer for a boyfriend and can imagine the way a person dies perfectly from just seeing the scene and and and

dan is also very dead. at least legally dead. will dan's parents be contacted before the publishing of the book to ask for permission? probably not.

- (it would be funny to think if this is the downfall of the book. dan's parents suing this random stranger who claims to be their dead son's therapist for writing him in a book that hugely slanders and makes fun of him)

this will also affect their professional lives. all of sudden everyone they ever meet will have readily accessible detailed accounts of their lives for the past 5 years, their traumas, their ambitions everything about them at the fingertips of coworkers, employers, bosses, whatever.

even just a snippet of the book (it will most likely gain popularity with lucifer's reputation + the fact more that 50% of the cast for it will be cops) would be very insightful towards the point of view and personal information of everyone involved.

its a breach of privacy, a betrayal of trust and a destroyer to any lives the main cast could possibly lead after the publication. the storyline and concept sucks.

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