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drofeilrah · 3 years ago

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In honor of me being dumb of ass, here is the alternate version to Chapter 4 of 'To whom do we pray.' A few things are different from the actual chapter (i.e., it's from Lucifer's perspective and some dialogue changes), but there are some fun moments in it still. I'm very happy with the chapter I ended up writing, though, and I'm pretty glad I tossed this one.

“I knew you’d come.”

Lucifer stands at the foot of Trixie’s bed, a deer frozen in headlights, ice running through his veins as a little girl who absolutely should not be able to see him stares right into his very soul, a huge grin crossing her face.

It’s a record scratch moment and Lucifer flashbacks through the decisions that led to him stand before the little urchin.

She prayed to him.

And not only did she pray, she asked for him to come to her. That she was afraid, that she didn’t want to be alone. The very thing her mother asked him to prevent.

Where is the Detective?

He landed inside of her room with an unintended flurry, displacing a few stuffed animals from their perches as his wings knocked against them. It’s a relatively small room, pinks, whites, and purples covering every surface. And in a bed just a little too big for her, arms wrapped tight around her knees, is the child he helped live. With a mop of brown hair and cheeks puffy from crying, he felt an alien kind of fondness stirring in his heart. She still has stardust in her, interwoven in golden streaks with her soft-white, incandescent soul.

And then Lucifer realized she was staring directly at him.

Not only was she staring at him, but she’s speaking to him, telling him that she knew he’d come. And he can’t figure out how to move, how to escape from a situation that is spiraling out of his control.

She starts to crawl forward down her rainbow sparkle comforter, eyes wide as she looks across his wings. Awestruck, she whispers, “Mommy said you were the stars. She never said you were an angel.”

Lucifer swallows hard, unsure how to speak to her at all. But his voice ignores his internal terror and releases a short quip on instinct. “If it’s any consolation, I’m not really either.”

She comes to the edge of her bed and Lucifer is stock-still, mind only just catching up with the crisis at hand. For thousands of years he’s heard about this child, for thousands of years he’s never responded, but with a single request from the little urchin, he’s managed to fly right into her view, her bright eyes looking at him with such honest wonder. Distressing doesn’t begin to cover the alarm growing in his chest.

“Mommy is gonna be so mad that I got to meet you first.”

Lucifer’s mouth has gone dry. How is it that every time he comes into the Detective’s world, he always falls into the middle of an affair that puts him completely out of his depth.

He coughs and adjusts his suit, rolling down his cuffs and trying to regain composure in front of a six-year old girl. “This is highly unusual. You shouldn’t be doing,” he brandishes a hand at her, “whatever this is.”

She tilts her head, confused. “Am I not supposed to see you? Oh! Oh no, I’m so sorry,” and then immediately slaps her hands over her eyes, as if that’s enough to deescalate Lucifer’s panic over being seen.

He doesn’t dare admit that it almost does.

He shakes his head, the little urchin covering her eyes in such a way that she can still peek through her fingers.

“Child. I’m not.. I’m not what you think I am. But I heard your prayer and I came, inadvisable as that may be for everyone involved. Why in the world did you call me?”

Her hands slip down and she curls them in the unicorn print of her pajama pants. “Mommy said you were a really good listener. And no one else wants to listen at all.”

It’s a strange feeling that breaks through his alarm when she tells him this. Something soft, despite his aversion to the entire situation he’s been placed in. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

Trixie nods, eyes wide and somehow sparkling.

Lucifer sighs. He’s concerned about why she’s called to him, but he doesn’t let on. He simply walks to the side of her bed and tells her to scooch over, moving a few stuffed animals before sitting down next to her, wings finally folding back.

He looks down at her, her little face still stuck in awe. “Your mother tells me every year. It’s a bit of an important occasion for both of us, I think.” He pauses, knowing he must be gentle with his next line of questioning. “Beatrice, your mother didn’t tell me this year. Is that why you’ve called me? Is she not here?”

Trixie’s eyes go wide and watery, lower lip wobbling. “She didn’t come home from work today,” she warbles, alligator tears now rolling down her cheeks.

Lucifer is thrown into a panic again. Crying. This he cannot abide. He quickly fishes out a handkerchief and pushes it in her direction. Knowing that in the Detective’s line of work, late nights are frequent tolls of the job, but there is something undeniably off here. It is inconceivable that she would miss her child’s birthday. And it is strange that she hasn’t said a word to him about it.

“Can you find her?” she asks with a small and stuffy voice, blowing an exceptionally gooey nose into his handkerchief.

Dismayed as she pushes it in his direction, he picks it out of her hands with two fingers and sets it ablaze between them to her delight, disintegrating in moments. With an audible strain, he says, “It’s not that easy, unfortunately. She’d have to call me, like you did, but she hasn’t said a word today.”

Trixie sniffles and nods her head. “She never misses anything. She is the best mom in the whole world. She wouldn’t miss our day together, I know she wouldn’t. And I tried to tell my babysitter, but she wouldn’t listen.”

An interesting thought crosses his mind. While the babysitter wouldn’t have a real reason to worry or think something was astray, certainly there was someone who would.

“Where is your… father?” Lucifer asks, trying and failing to avoid the drip of displeasure in asking for his whereabouts.

Trixie pulls her knees to her chest and buries her head in them. “I made my babysitter call him, but he didn’t answer. But he’s working, too. He always picks me up the day after my birthday.”

Lucifer squints. He’s not an investigator by any means, but there are several red flags making themselves known. If there is no communication to the babysitter of the Detective’s whereabouts, that is an issue. And if the child’s babysitter calls her father on his daughter’s birthday, it would seem apt to pick up the phone or call back. And from what he knows, the Detective and the Douche work at the same precinct. If she was still there, surely one of them would figure out a way to get back to the urchin. Or, if the Detective isn’t there and isn’t here, then wouldn’t he come back and try and find her?

Lucifer makes himself dizzy thinking about the possibilities.

The most worrisome part of all, of course, is the deafening silence on her end.

Trixie’s arms are still wrapped around her knees, quietly sniffling. Lucifer runs a hand through his hair, mind working on what he should do. He can’t leave her alone but he also wants to find the Detective. He’s certain she’s safe. She has to be. But the only way to confirm that is to fly to where she supposedly is.

With a sigh, Lucifer looks over at Trixie and asks, “Your parents work at the LAPD, correct?”

Her head snaps up. “Are you going to look for my mom?”

Wincing at the speed of her question, Lucifer says, “Well, if you aren’t afraid of heights, it would be easier if we both did.”

Her eyes go wide, tears finally slowing as the realization of what he was implying comes into view.

He stands up, her amazement making him antsy. “I’m not just going to leave you here by yourself. Your babysitter is evidently useless. And I made a promise a very long time ago that I’d keep an eye on you. So. You are more or less my ward until we find your mother. And we will find her.”

She whispers, “Really?”

“Really, really.”

Lucifer walks over to her window, unlatching it and opening it, side stepping out into the yard. Through a window he sees the flickering lights of a television from the living room, her babysitter passed out on the couch. Confirmed: useless.

He extends an arm back, beckoning Trixie to follow him despite his every nerve yelling at him to not allow this. Physical contact was something he simply did not do well with, especially from small, fragile children. But this one is different. She’s got stardust in her and her mother is missing. He can get past his reservations just this once.

She squeals and clambers over the window sill and into his arms without hesitation. Lucifer holds his breath, her head snuggling into his chest, secure in his arms.

“This is the best birthday present I could have asked for,” she whispers.

Lucifer tries not to let on how touched he was to hear that, but a tiny huff of air escapes him anyway. A cool breeze picks up and ruffles through her hair. Without a second thought, he manages to one-arm his suit jacket off of him and wrap her in it. Then he extends his wings. Trixie makes a quiet gasp as they stretch out. But she’s not looking at them. She splays out her fingers and presses them against his chest.

“You have the same light I do.”

Lucifer raises his eyebrows, surprised. He looks down and there’s nothing there. Just the dark. He ignores her comment and shifts her in his arms, saying, “I’ve one rule for this, which is a lot for me. No screaming.”

She zips across her lips, though she is still vibrating with excitement in his arms.

Lucifer sighs. Good enough.

With a single motion, they take off into the air, Trixie hugged around his neck, arms securing her to his chest as he heads in the direction of the LAPD.

#my writing #lucifer #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer morningstar #to whom do we pray #garbage #i have so many trashed scenes #like almost 8k in tossed bits that i just didn't like but didn't wanna get rid of cause i wrote so much #i ended up recycling a LOT from this version into the rewrite

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ubernoxa · 4 years ago

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The Dare: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 35: Bring Her Home

(Masterlist)

Pairing: Duff Mckagan/OC

Story Summary: A stupid harmless dare, that’s all it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something they would do, and never revisit. For Delilah, little did she know that visiting the strip wasn’t going to be a one time thing when she made the choice to accept the dare. Life is full of choices. Some choices can mean absolutely nothing, while others can change your entire world. Delilah had heard many rumors about the Sunset Strip or Devil’s Strip. Teenagers would whisper stories about how the Devil walks the streets of the strips without a care in the world. It was known as a place untouched by God. After years of hearing rumors about the Devil’s Strip, Delilah wants to see it for herself. Thus a Dare was born.

Chapter Summary: Mags finds out Duff and Delilah had sex, and Mark finally gets the nerve to pop the question.

Taglist: @gingerspicetalks @str4nge-haze @queen-crue @dustnbones

It was cold.

Everything was cold.

Even the sunlight that shined through her apartment windows was cold.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and the only thing that changed from the night before was that Tonya was most likely in her room, fast asleep. A state Mags envied.

As if Mags was on autopilot, she took a shower and got dressed for the day. She was still mad at her brother, but she still sprinted towards the bus stop not wanting to miss the bus that would take her to her brother’s apartment. Not only did she have some food she wanted to drop off, but she also wanted to check up on Del.

She adjusted her jeans as she sat on the hard plastic seat watching the bus shoot through traffic. Part of her wondering the entire trip how the bus drives didn’t get into an accident. It was borderline impressive.

“Morning Mags,” Mags turned to see a familiar blonde smiling at her.

“Hey, Sasha! What’s up?” Mags would describe Sasha more as an acquaintance than a friend, but Mags always puts on a smiling face. Like her brother says, it’s a lot better to spread happiness than make enemies.

After several minutes of casual small talk, Mags began to get the sense that there was something Sasha wanted to ask. There was something lingering in the girl’s eyes, and when the conversation began to die off, Sasha always kept it going. Mags knew something was up, and hoped it wasn’t about the stupid article. She was in no mood to deal with talking about how the bastard got her pregnant.

But sure enough, only a few moments later, Mags paranoia was proven right.

“So if you want, I’m having a big party...we’ll Christian my...boyfriend...is having a party at his place this Saturday, and I’d love to see you there...unless you know….it might be weird because...of the...whole pregnancy thing,” Mags took a deep breathe as it took every ounce of her sanity to not punch Sasha. Mags wasn’t Axl, she wasn’t him by a long shot. Unlike him she could control her temper, or atleast that is what she told herself.

“The pregnancy thing? Ohh you mean that bullshit article? Girl that was full of lies! What he chose not to mention was that I broke his heart because he wasn’t my type,” Mags let out a fake laugh to try to cover the lie that rolled off her tongue.

Was she going to admit she was pregnant to Sasha? No.

Was she going to admit that Drew, the man who wrote the article, shattered her heart into a million pieces? No.

Why? Because that’s not who Mags Adler was.

“Oh my god! The fucking bastard! I tell ya, the media only wants a story that sells their magazines. It’s despicable that they don’t think about how the lies they are telling are going to affect the people. Like I bet that Stef girl who is dating your brother never said how he wouldn’t make it. And oh that Del girl, I bet she does more than fawn over Duff and be his groupie. Like the girl has to have a life. I should have known this were off when the article framed Trixy as a good person. She is a fucking bitch,” Mags nodded and smiled as Sasha spoke.

The truth was Del really didn’t have much going for her besides the fact that she was in love with Duff. Of course Del had hobbies, but none that paid the bills which was a discussion for another day. Mags tried not to think of it, but Del was turning into a groupie. She quickly reassured herself that Del technically wasn’t a groupie Del wasn’t going around having sex with Duff, but little did she know what Del did last night and into the morning.

Part of Mags wondered if Stef actually said what she said. There were parts of the article that were true, but it was also filled with lies. Did she mean it when she said her brother was going now where? Mags knew with her whole heart that Stef adores Steven, but there was a small pit in her stomach that said otherwise. Mags tried connecting the dots on my Stef had been making excuses and events for Mags to go to that happened to be on the same days as concerts, but there wasn’t any connection. It just didn’t make sense.

“So I’ll see you on Saturday?” Sasha asked, pulling Mags from her train of thought.

“Maybe? My brother is playing a gig, but maybe after?” Mags offered the girl a soft smile as she saw her stop coming,

“Yeah, we will be partying till sunrise! Feel free to bring friends! Chriantian’s place is huge and there will be a live band!” Sasha smiled before Mags pulled the cord asking for the bus driver to stop.

It was only a 10 block walk for Mags, one she had gotten used to over the years. She kept her head high as she took in the peaceful strip. It was weird seeing it like this, but at 8 AM in the morning this was to be expected. Mags would admit that she appreciated the silence over the cat calls. She figured that one of the few benefits of being pregnant was that once she started to show she would get fewer cat calls.

Once inside the apartment, the smell of a cooking kitchen hit her like a truck. Eggs, onion, peppers, and paprika filled her nose causing a smile to grow on Mag’s face. Del was awake!

She froze as she saw the tall blonde over the stove instead of little Del.

“Hey Mags, how’s it going? Are those apples for breakfast?” Duff casually asked as he continued cooking, as if this was a normal occurrence. Mags placed the bag of apples on the table trying to make the confused look that grew on her features.

“What’s wrong Mags? Did you think those were oranges or something?” Mags shot her attention to Izzy who was sitting at the table. Mags wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but she knew that would only get her kicked out of the apartment, and if she was going to be kicked out it was going because she slapped Axl.

“Those are red apples to be exact,” Mags ignored Duff’s comment and placed the apples in the one of the few bowls that was at the apartment. It was a actually her bowl, but after a month of fruits rolling off the table, she figured they needed it more than her.

“Where is Del?” Mags asked quickly looking around the kitchen and their sad excuse for a common area.

“Still sleeping, she had a busy night,” Duff casually said, earning a snicker from Izzy.

Mags froze in place as she heard Duff’s comment.

“Did you fuck my roommate?” Duff was taken aback by Mag’s tone. She seemed agitated. What did she care? They were two consenting adults. Plus he would barely count Del as Mags roommate since she slept with him most nights.

“What does it matter-“ Mags cut Duff off before he could continue talking.

“I asked, did you fuck my roommate? It’s a yes or no question?”

“It’s none of your fucking business what I did between me and my grilfriend. Fun fact Mags, you can’t control everyone. Del isn’t your puppet,” Duff shot back, making sure to keep quiet so he wouldn’t wake Del.

In another room, Del remained frozen in Duff’s bed using his only blanket to hide her naked body. She tried to make sense of the emotions that were currently flowing through her.

Regret wasn’t the right word. She loved Duff, and from what she knew, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Pride was also wrong. She wasn’t proud of losing her virginity. It was something she was taught her entire life to protect and save until marriage. Having sex was sacred.

It wasn't that she wasn’t happy, but she also wasn’t sad. She possibly felt more content than happiness or sadness.

Shame, was another word that filled her head. Shame was the word that she felt right for her. She was ashamed that she had gotten so tipsy that she lost her virginity to the man she loved.

“Hey, you okay?” Del rolled over towards Slash as he spoke.

“Yeah...just trying to figure out how to get out of this pickle. I feel kinda…..”

“Gross?” Slash finished Del’s sentence earning a nod from the girl.

“I wouldn’t recommend putting your clothes from last night on, they’re probably still wet. I can grab a shirt from Duff’s stuff to help you cover up,” Del nodded at Slash’s kind offer, but before Slash could get up to help Duff walked into the room.

“And this is my cue to leave. I believe Duff has this under control,” Del shot Slash a quick smile as he headed out of the room to enjoy some breakfast. For the first time, Slash was kind to her. Usually he just existed in the room she was in and never truly interacted with her, but now...now he was kind.

Izzy’s words echoed through Duff’s head as he joined Del on his bed. He had to be slow and gentle with her.

“How are you feeling,” Duff played with her hair as he spoke, watching the curls bounce as he dropped them.

“I’m sore, and I feel gross,” this caught Duff off guard as a frown flashed across his face.

“Like you regret it,” Duff let a sigh escape him. Fuck, Izzy was right.

“No, I don’t regret it. I regret the fact that you don’t have a nice shower though,” Del teased back in attempt to make him smile. It worked, and she felt her heart flutter as a smile formed and she guided him gently ontop of her.

“Ohh is someone ready for round two?” A cocky smirk was placed across the bassist’s features as he hovered over Del.

Del let out a soft chuckle before shaking her head no.

“I’m still sore Duffles,” she cupped his chin as she watched a smirk cross his features. This was a view Duff would do anything to see. His small little Del, under him in full view.

“Did you...did you make breakfast?” Del asked, trying to change the scene that had unfolded in front of her.

“Yeah, and Mags brought apples,” Del smiled at the mention of Mags. It was good to hear that she left the apartment.

“How...how tense is it out there?”

“Well Steven is asleep, and Mags came in with a bitchy attitude so pretty tense?” Del was caught off guard by Duff’s tone. Del knew she should have said something, stand up for Mags but she remained silent. Something was wrong, and Del didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire.

“Is everything...okay?” Del asked as Duff climbed off her and dug through his bag and handed her on of his shirts. She knew he wasn’t mad at her, but she still wanted to know why he was pissed.

“Yeah,” Duff’s one world answer irked Del, but she quickly brushed it off.

“Come one Duffles, you can tell me anything,” Del quickly got out of bed and walked over towards Duff. As the words escaped her lips, she laced her fingers into his shoulder length hair.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself Axl!” Del dropped her hand from Duff’s hair and snapped her attention towards the kitchen. She couldn’t see a thing since the door was closed, but she recognized who the screaming was coming from.

Del turned back towards Duff to see a scowl had formed on his face. In attempt to lighten the mood, she said “Mags knows that there is probably a line of people who are waiting for Axl to go fuck himself.”

This earned a small smile from the blonde and Del quickly got dressed in Duff’s shirt he handed her.

“Duff, can I borrow some shorts too?”

Del froze as Duff's laughter filled the room.

“I love you Delly, but my shorts are going to be a little too big on you,” Duff teased back, earning a playful eye roll from the girl. He wasn’t wrong, Del looked like a twig compared to Duff.

She threw Duff’s shirt on and followed him out to some breakfast. Her stomach rumbled as the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast drowned her senses.

“Good morning lovebirds!” Slash bellowed as Duff guided a slowly moving Del into the kitchen.

Izzy and Slash shared knowing looks as they watched how slowly Del was walking. They were defiantly going to tease Duff about this later, once Del wasn’t in the room.

Duff and Del sat down at the table joining the rest of the band minus Axl. Del figures he was probably in his room either lying on his bed or drawing in attempt to calm himself down. She wished there was something she could do to help, but she wasn’t in the position to do that at the moment.

“Thanks, Izz! It smells amazing,” Del said as Izzy placed a plate of eggs in front of her.

“Hey! I’m the one who made it!” Laughter echoed through the tiny apartment as Duff spoke.

“It tastes delicious,” Del said before kissing him on the cheek.

Axl was the last to join the group. He almost froze as he sat down as he saw Del at the table. Her hair was a curly mess that framed her features perfectly. To Axl, she looked like an angel in his shirt that she was practically swimming in. He had forgotten that he gave that old shirt to Duff a month or so ago, and now after seeing Del wear it part of him wished he had kept it.

Feeling Axl’s stare, and immediately misinterpreting it why he was staring, Del quickly spoke, “Ohh...I can..I can eat in another room..if you guys want to have a band meeting. I can go eat with Mags..wherever she went off to.” Del began to look around left and right to see where her friend went.

“Mags left. She just stopped by to drop off some food,” Del knew that Mags didn’t leave by choice. By the tone in Steven’s voice she knew that Mags was kicked out.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now..like it or not,” Duff whispered into Del’s ear earning a sweet smile to cross her lips.

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“Come on Beth, we are almost there and then you can take the blindfold off,” Mark said as he guided the blindfolded girl through the church basement. His heart was racing a million miles per a minute, and he couldn’t believe he was going to finally do it. He was going to propose to her. He felt giddy, excited, and nervous all at the same time. He had finally found the right moment to propose to her.

“It smells amazing! Are you sure we are still in the church?” Beth asked as Mark guided her to sit down.

“Yes, and you can take off your blindfold,” Mark couldn’t help, but smile as Beth remained silent as she took in the room.

The first thing she noticed was that the room was illuminated by candles instead of the ugly yellow lights that traditional illuminated the room. The second was the rose petals on the floor. The third wwas photos taped to the wall.

“5,110 days….that’s how long I’ve known you. We met when we were 5 years old. I am going to be honest, but I don’t remember much from back them. This though….this memory I will always remember,” Mark pointed at the first picture that he had tape in the wall only a few hours ago.

Beth let out a giggle as she stared at the photo. It was of Beth and Mark covered in flour. Their smiles were large as they posed for a photo which Beth assumes Mark’s mother took the photo since from what she remembered her own mother wasn’t to pleased with the situation at the time.

“It was in the middle of a small bible study, and we were being read from one of those children’s bibles with the large colorful photos. You wanted some cookies for a snack and after begging…..” Beth began to say.

“I didn’t beg!” Mark playfully shot back.

“No you begged because I remember Delilah teased you for a month about it!” Mark shook his head trying to hide his giggle at Beth’s comment, but she was right.

“Anyway, after you harassed the poor book reader he finally said you could go and grab some cookies from the kitchen, but you couldn’t go alone so I had to go with you. Anyway we ended up in the kitchen, but there were no cookies. So we decided to make some….and….” Beth couldn’t contain her laughter as the memories of how poorly their cooking went filled her head.

“I was grounded for a week,” Mark added smirking.

“A week? I was grounded for two months! Delilah and I couldn’t play because of it,” Beth playfully hit him as he spoke.

“I’m assuming I follow the rose petals?” Beth asked as she followed the rose petals towards the next photo. She smiled at the thought of celebrating her four month anniversary with Mark looking through old photos.

Mark nodded and they walked down the rose petal path looking at photos that ranged from their first day at school to after school activities.

“I still think you look good it Delilah’s hot pink tutu,” Beth said as they looked upon a picture taken from one of the talent shows.

“I think my rendition of the sugar plum fairy gave her cute little dance a run for its money,” Mark smiled as Beth’s laughter filled the room. They were just 12 years old when that photo was taken, and even back then he wore the tutu and jokingly danced around like a fool to make Beth laugh.

“Which one is your favorite?” Beth asked as they walked in front of the 12th photo.

“The last one,” Mark smiled as he purposely focused on the picture. If he looked at her he would cry because the last one was going to be a special memory.

“And which one is that?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Mark sneakily replied earning an eye roll from Beth.

The next photo was from their eight grade graduation. Beth, Delilah, Mark, and Matt were posing in front of the church holding their little diplomas in the air with the pride of a college graduates who had just earned their doctorates in advanced medicine.

“Do you remember how much of a fuss you were making because the cap flattened you hair,” Beth smiled as she pointed at the picture.

“Do you know how many photos my mother took that day? My brothers would still be making fun of me if I looked bad in those photos!”

“Ohh Mark...they make fun of you anyway,” Beth teased before she headed towards the next photo. It was from Halloween when they were 15.

“Do you remember when Delilah was told she couldn’t be Tinker Bell because Tinker Bell was inappropriate?” Beth asked as she looked at the photo.

“If I remember right it was because Tinkerbell promotes sin because she was a needy attention hog or something like that?”

“And how Delilah was so busy complaining that she forgot to tell her mother what she actually wanted to be for Halloween, so she went as a princess,” Mark couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Delilah.

“Then Matt kept telling people she was the princess from the princess and the pea. How would warm the people who handed out candy that Delilah was cranky because she didn’t get a lot of sleep the night prior because of a pea under her mattress,” Mark and Beth’s laughter once again filled the room before heading onto the next photo.

After 20 more minutes of reminiscing on other photos, Mark guided Beth towards a room filled with even more flower petals and a candle. Beth smiled as the smell of roses engulfed the room. The small room had a table and some tables and chairs pushed against the walls with a large mirror in the center. Beth could tell that he tried to hide what the room actually was, but she recognized it. This is the room where Matt, Mark, Delilah, and her would hang out every day.

“Mark, I know you didn’t intend for this to be creepy, but I’m getting horror movie vibes,” Beth half joked as she looked around the room.

“Where is the photo?” Beth added while continuing to look around the room.

“Come,” he held both of Beth’s hands and stood in front of the mirror. Beth was hesitant, but let him guide her out of curiosity.

“Beth, from the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. Whether it was getting in trouble for attempting to make cookies or just spending time with you on that ugly floral couch, I love spending every moment with you. I feel like I can be my true self when I’m with you,” Mark felt the nerves come back as he spoke.

“I love you too,” Beth smiled as she squeezed his hands tight.

“Beth Marie Jacob,” Beth gasped as she watched him get down on one knee.

“This afternoon we reminisced over some of my favorite memories for every year I have known you,” Mark pauses as he watched tears of happiness slowly flow down Beth’s face.

“Will you make one more memory with me tonight?” Mark pulled out the small box he had kept in his pocket for the past month.

“Will you Beth Marie Jacob marry me?” Mark’s heart stopped as the words escaped his lips. A sliver of fear slipped into his thoughts that she would laugh at him or say no.

“Yes! Ohh God yes, I love you,” The tears now began to stream down her face as Mark put the ring on her finger, and kissed her.

“I love you too!” Mark spun her around causing her to fill the room with her giggles and screams of joy.

Once they let go of each other they turned and stared into the mirror.

“I think this is my favorite memory too,” Beth smiled as she continued to look at her and Mark.

Mark watched as a frown quickly formed on her face.

“What?” Mark pulled Beth in close attempting to comfort her.

“I just...I wish Delilah was here to share this memory with us,” Beth spoke no louder than a whisper.

In that moment, Mark kissed Beth’s forehead and made up his mind. He was going to go to Sunset Strip and bring Delilah home, no matter what.

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weshallc · 4 years ago

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BERNS NIGHT (Revisited)

Call the Midwife AU Crown Jewels fic (this one actually has Bernie in! She must have been in panto or something in January missed a few chapters)

CHAPTER FOUR: There In Thy Scanty Mantle Clad.

“There, in Thy Scanty Mantle Clad, Thy Snawie Bosom Sunward Spread.” To a Mountain Daisy by Robert Burns 1786

"I Hear Your Footsteps in the Streets, it Won't Be Long Until We Meet. It's Obvious." Oblivious by Aztec Camera 1983

“Ouch, be careful!”

“Well stand still, Paddy,” Trixie scolded, “and I won’t accidentally prick you.”

“Is this really necessary?” whined the publican, not for the first time that hour.

“You want it the right length, don’t you?” admonished the determined dressmaker.

“That’s too short.” Paddy grumbled, swaying unsteadily on the rickety foot stool.

“No, it’s not.”

Patsy interrupted the squabbling confirming the kilt should hang from the top of the hip and finish at the top of the knee.

“This one is too high.” Paddy fiddled with the waistband.

“No, it’s not! It sits at the navel.” Getting up from her knees, Trixie playfully poked Paddy in the belly button.

The temporary male model wasn’t amused, and Delia felt some sympathy. “Right Doc, take it off now, so Chummy can alter it.”

Paddy hopped off the footstool, the green and blue checked woollen garment swaying around his thighs. He grabbed his jeans and headed out of Patsy’s studio towards the downstairs loo. Patsy, Delia and Trixie didn’t wait until he had closed the door behind him before they burst into giggles.

Saturday 25th January 2020

Bernie wouldn’t want anyone to accuse her of being ungrateful, but she would have much rather spent her birthday at work. To be back in Poplar-on-Tweaven working behind the bar with Paddy rather than traipsing around Newcastle city centre with Trixie.

Saturday’s were usually fun at the Crown. Sundays you could always predict to be busy, due to the temptation of Violet’s Sunday lunches and the let’s have a nice day in the country crowd. Saturday’s were more unpredictable a lot depending on whether there was a match on. The football crowd had made Bernie nervous at first, but she had taken her lead from Val, who seemed to know the right mix between flirting and being one of the lads. She even surprised herself with her knowledge of the offside-rule and recognising a few players when they came in during the off-season.

“So, what about this one?” Trixie’s irritated voice broke through Bernie’s wistfulness. They were standing in Fenwick’s department store. Her friend was holding up a black mini dress bearing a large faint gold and red criss-cross pattern.

“Isn’t it a bit tartanie?” Bernie screwed up her nose.

Trixie tried very hard not to give anything away. “What’s wrong with tartan, your Scottish, don’t you just love tartan?”

Bernie bit her lip and tried to keep a level of calmness in her voice, “I am not that kinda Scottish.”

Trixie clanged the hanger back onto the rail in frustration. Bernie felt a twinge of guilt for exasperating her well-meaning friend.

“I will probably just wear my good jeans and a sparkly top, Trixie.” Bernie tried to reassure, with little success.

“But, Paddy is taking you out somewhere nice tonight, surely you want to look the part?”

Bernie took a deep breath, “The part?...the part of Paddy’s date! I am thinking jeans and a nice wee top will do just fine, Trixie.”

It was several hours later, Bernie was looking at herself in the oak Cheval mirror in the corner of her bedroom. The little black dress with the red and gold criss-crosses did look quite nice on and it did have pockets, so that was a bonus. She heaved up her 40 denier black tights one last time. Why did they never make the small, small enough? She smiled, knowing if Chummy were in the room she would ask why they didn’t make extra large, extra enough.

A frown reflected back at her as she fiddled with her hair. Trixie had insisted on styling it with a mountain of product she had brought back from Boots. As a result, it now seemed to flick out in all directions. The would-be stylist had been very pleased with the finished article, and Bernie had smiled and made positive noises. She really wanted to put a brush through it and tie it back in a scrunchie like she did most days. Trixie’s sixth sense clicked in and she growled, “Leave it.”

They set out, tottering the short distance from Bernie’s cottage to the Crown Inn. Arm-in-arm, more for stability than out of friendship. Trixie in nine months of living just outside of Poplar had still not mastered walking on cobbles in heels. Bernie more used to ankle boots and trainers had let Trixie talk her into buying a pair of black below-the-knee boots in the January sales. Until today, the labels hadn’t been removed. She was convinced the young saleswoman and her friend had been in collusion. Eventually the overwhelming smell of leather, shoe polish and sweaty feet on an empty stomach had rendered the usually stubborn Bernie vulnerable. Well-honed sales techniques and Trixie’s promise of a Greggs’ vegan sausage roll to offset the purchase of leather eventually triumphed. These boots were definitely not made for walking, Bernie decided. She was however glad of the extra fabric as the north wind whistled around her shorter than usual hem line.

As if sensing her friend's awkwardness, Trixie squeezed her arm a little more tightly. “You look amazing, just don’t scuff those killer, fuck-me boots on the cobbles.”

This warning unsurprisingly had the opposite effect than intended, as Bernie stuttered to an abrupt halt and dropped her friend's arm.

“What?” Bernie shrieked in horror. Trixie grabbed back hold of her stabilizer and dragged her along, laughing so infectiously that Bernie couldn’t help but succumb.

“Why are you so tarted up anyway for a night in the Crown?”

“It’s your birthday and I thought you would be having a drink before heading off with Paddy. Just because it is a country pub doesn’t mean everyone has to always wear wellies and a jumper with a hole in it.”

Bernie’s mock indignation at Trixie’s jibe resulted in a snort as she tried to hold in a laugh. They were still sniggering as Trixie lunged forward and steadied herself by slapping her hand heavily against the inn’s bay window. She pulled herself up and then slapped her hand against the window one more time. Bernie, who was still giggling, just shrugged at her friend's clumsy behaviour.

“Bit slippy there, have to tell Paddy about that.” Trixie straightened up and smiled nervously.

“OK.” Bernie nodded somewhat bemused as she pushed open the large wooden doors of the old inn.

Bernie later couldn’t recall if it was her eyes that first alerted her that something was different; the darkness giving the game away. Or it could have been her ears as they picked up the deep drone of the bagpipes. Maybe it was neither. Her skin tingling with goosebumps was more than likely the first sign that all was not as it should be.

After that initial physical reaction, her mind seemed to give up trying to make any sense of anything. It all became a blur. She remembered Trixie pushing her in the back and into the bar and placing something around her shoulders. There had definitely been cheering and then a very tuneless rendition of Happy Birthday accompanied by the bagpipes and a small band.

The pipes - bashful Kevin and his wee dog. At first she had thought Paddy or somebody had bought her a pet for her birthday. The poor wee thing was used to sitting and looking cute outside the town hall. Raising a paw every time someone dropped a coin in Kev’s mug. The animal had become a little overwhelmed by the commotion and sheer volume of people. Realizing that the lady who had just come through the door must be somehow responsible for the change in ambience; he could not resist jumping up at the new arrival with great enthusiasm. His owner was horrified, but unsure what was more important; to reprimand his charge or keep playing. Fortunately, the situation was resolved when a large pair of hands gently scooped up the tiny mongrel and calmed him down by whispering in his ear and letting him lick his face.

Bernie remembered Violet telling Reggie to take the excited guest through the back for a biscuit. The commotion had given Bernie time to take it all in, the low lighting, the table centres made up of thistles and blue and purple hyacinths, each with a thick white candle, flames dancing a jig on every table. The black, royal blue and red tartan tablecloths and a larger trestle table covered with a different checked pattern, a lighter blue and green with gold.

Bernie wasn’t given long to take it all in, as she was overwhelmed by hugs and kisses. Mostly from people she knew like the Noakes’, Fred, Jane, Phyllis and Julia along with a few she didn’t know, which was a bit disconcerting. Along with the displays of affection, cards and packages that were also pressed into her. Finding it very difficult to accept all the hugs from her friends and free herself from those who weren’t, Bernie found it impossible to balance all the gifts too. Fortunately Trixie had been prepared for this and took on the role of a lady-in-waiting, as if Bernie had suddenly been crowned the Princess of Poplar. The village's newest resident relished her role as best friend, relieving Bernie of her burdens as swiftly as she received them. Trixie may have had a colourful life, but she did like to be of use.

It was Val who finally rescued her from the wall of wellwishers. Taking Bernie by the hand, she took her behind the bar and up the stairs to the living accommodation. “Are you ready for your present?”

Exasperated by the recent unexpected events and not knowing what to expect next, Bernie just shrugged her shoulders. Secretly she was enjoying the calm of the Turner flat and not being the centre of attention. Val gave her a quick squeeze and told her, “Happy birthday, chick.” Opening the door to Paddy’s living room she added winking,

“You’re welcome.”

#call the midwife #berns night revisited #my grumpy girl is back

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asfdhgsdkjhgb · 4 years ago

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rating every single my little pony: equestria girls song

because fuck you thats why

*disclaimer its all just my personal opinions dont @ me

Opening Titles - Remix -- it’s just what it says in the title. it’s not bad but its bland and also the other movies have much better opening songs. 3/10

Equestria Girls (Cafeteria Song) -- a classic! goes pretty hard and it’s absolutely iconic. 7/10

Time to Come Together -- chill vibes. good sense of community. it’s not a banger but its pretty good. 6/10

This is Our Big Night -- this one is really fun! extra points bc it was my favorite as a kid when i first watched, so nostalgia. 9/10

A Friend for Life -- my current fave from this movie it just goes so hard. the harmonies are wonderful. it just slaps. 8/10

Rainbow Rocks -- speaking of song that SLAP! they had no right to go so hard with this theme song. fully planning on learning this song on the electric guitar at some point. 9/10

Better Than Ever -- this one is cute. i don’t really have much to say about it. 8/10

Let’s Have a Battle (of the Bands) -- all of the dazzlings’ songs are immaculate. i like the other ones better though. 7/10

Shake Your Tail -- it really do be making you wanna shake your tail tho. quite a bop. 8/10

Under Our Spell --makes me feel like a bad bitch. the laugh at the end is immaculate. 9/10

Tricks Up My Sleeve -- UNDERRATED MASTERPIECE. trixie throwing some mad shade here. hell yeah. 9/10

Awesome As I Wanna Be -- let rainbow dash live her egotistical punk rock dreams. this song fucks. 8/10

Welcome to the Show --the soundtrack has the dazzlings’ welcome to the show and then the rainbooms’ music in me song put together in this. not only is the first part iconic, music in me is one of the best songs of the franchise and i will die on this hill. GONNA BREAK OUT (OUT!) SET MYSELF FREEEEE YEAHHHHH. 12/10

Shine Like Rainbows -- i like the vibes of this one. the bridge to the final chorus with that key change? *chefs kiss* 9/10

Music to my Ears - Bonus Track -- nostalgiaaaaaa. used to be really big into electronic music. we stan dj pon-3. 6/10

Friendship Through The Ages -- also a childhood favorite. this song has to right to be this good. and doing all the different genres? beautiful. 10/10

My Past is Not Today -- it’s good for sunset shimmer to get her own character development song. it’s not bad, but not the best. 5/10

Life is a Runway -- fuck yeah get it rarity. this song rlly makes you wanna strut your stuff. 8/10

Dance Magic -- this song itself IS dance magic. you gotta dance when you hear it. definitely such a bop. 7/10

Friendship Games -- start out slow but then the little guitar riff? epic. its pretty good 6/10

CHS Rally Song -- i’m in love with her your honor. energy here is so immaculate. 11/10

What More is Out There -- meh. classic protag “i want” song. not bad but not really to my personal tastes. 4/10

ACADECA -- this song goes so hard. personal fave since i first watched it as a kid. the competitiveness is so fun. YOU’VE GOT NOTHING ON US NA NA NA NA NA NA. 10/10

Unleash the Magic -- good villain song. you can hear the manipulation tactics. the oh-oo-oh-oo-woahs in the background are very cool sounding. 8/10

Right There in Front of Me -- i adore this song. why is it so good. the harmonies are so pretty. 10/10

Legend Of Everfree (Main Title) -- probably my favorite of the movie main songs. vibes here are so good. might just be bc i adore summer camp and summer camp related things, but i just love this so much. will you be lost by time or be part of history? 10/10

The Midnight in Me -- don’t like this one much, not sure why. points for the dramatic background music tho. 5/10

Embrace the Magic -- i don’t have much to say about this one but i do really like it. the chorus towards the end without much background sounds super cool. 8/10

We Will Stand For Everfree -- pretty meh. 3/10

Legend You Are Meant To Be -- you gotta dance to this one. you just gotta. hey! hey! hey! you can be a hero too! the oh-oo-oh-oh-woahhhhhhh part is just so good. 11/10

Hope Shines Eternal -- i’m kind of indifferent. the harmonies and layering voices are neat tho. 6/10

#long post #cursing tw #my little pony #equestria girls #not polygon im just posting this before it gets lost in the depths of my like 500 or so drafts

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all-chickens-are-trans · 4 years ago

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For the music ask: 1, 10 (hehehehe), 23, 25. (don‘t do 10 if you don‘t want people to know where you live just tell me privately bc I think it‘d be HILARIOUS. Or do it more generally, like, the country? But, city would be HILARIOUS.)

1. your favorite album opener

“The Great Die-Off” to the Rise Against album The Black Market slaps pretty hard if you ask me. It sets the tone for the whole album pretty well and always gets me hyped. That song is one of the reasons for why I like to listen to the whole album in the right order.

10. a song about the place where you live

Is it cheating if I say “Heimat” by Johannes Oerding? Also, I found a song called “She Went To Germany” by a band called Violent Femmes and I kinda vibe with it.

23. your favorite cheesy pop song

that one is easy for once, it’s “One Thing” by One Direction. I mean, most of the early One Direction stuff is honestly my jam tbh.

25. the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now

I listened to some Hozier this morning, so I have “In A Week” stuck in my head. But also?? I’ve got Trixie Mattel’s “Mama Don’t Make Me Put On The Dress Again” stuck in my head since last week and I can’t get rid of it. It lives in my brain now I guess.

#thanks for these!!#i might send you a city song in your dms just because there's one that haunts me #and I want it to haunt you too #music #my posts #mondfahrt

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swearronchanel · 5 years ago

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9.01

Ok it took forever to find a working link here we go

1965..

- Omg the ceiling falling on her during labor gtfo

- “Where do we begin? What marks the start of any new adventure?” Tell me, Mature Jenny

- I’m so emo ugh a year ago today (well tomorrow) I moved to London for the semester 😭 I miss it so much..

- THE BEACH BOYS😍 hell yea the tunes

- I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLLLLLSSSS

- Love Trixie’s robe, I need one

- Here’s her damn electric shaver 😂

- RIP Churchill, except not really bc you know racist, eugenist, etc😂

- You tell em Patrick! He sucks

- The turners now have a cohort of children and now rabbits lmaoo

- Tim’s been sent to boarding school, see ya never bro

- ANGELA SPOKE ?! HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE ITS ONLY BEEN HER WHOLE SILENT LIFE ON THE SHOW SJSJSJS IM SHOOK

- WAR HORSE

- skip that funeral Phyllis

- Terry wants to look after his mom how pure

- I want his camera ugh, wait till I get a vintage film camera

- Ok not to ruin the mood but Nonnatus was demolished once before, this is repetitive (I know the 60s brought demolitions but still lol)

- 7 months in squalor 😭 so sad ugh

- Phyllis to the rescue with some polite fighting words

- The cucumbers on the eyes 😂😂 I love them

- Here comes the tights competition lmaoo

- GORGEOUS GAMS, my new blog name

- Cyril gazes at them? 😂😂 who is looking at ankles? I’m weak

- I love her modesty it’s sweet lol, and I love Trixie who is modest in other ways😂

- Phyllis and sister hilda dancing and holding hands is pure AF

- I really like her, I want sister hilda’s backstory! but sister Francis tho - eh lmao I’m not sold yet

- Fred and his first wife’s picture omg let me rip my heart out, I’m glad he’s got violet now 😭

- But the little moment is realistic, we should see Patrick mention Marianne

- sorry Churchill I’m not mourning

- Trixie’s houndstooth coat is a look

- “Your values which I respect” I love her 😂

- Lucille doing the cross, felt

- Terry and his mom in the flat !! my heart

- Love my nurses showing off their legs even if this is a filler storyline *cough Trixie deserves better 1965*

- I love that Phyllis took the photos, we love a supportive mother figure

- The baby in the trash can I can’t 😭😭 it’s not just a thing of past and it’s heartbreaking

- I love Fred ok, he’s just a pure older white man. There are few

- I forgot Sgt Wolfe existed oops

- Like primrose hill ugh my heart I miss London

- Mother Mildred back on her bullshit and I love it

- She’s annoying in the best way 😂

- Sister Mj 😭 if she passes this series IM OUT THIS B! I can not handle *insert Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development saying I won’t hear it and I won’t respond to it*

- Is this Valerie’s bitch ass cousin LMAO ??

- Val pls go see your grandma, I cant stress this enough pls all of you go visit your grandmas if possible, life is too damn short and I know it too well

- Terry is the cutest child omg love him

- “Will he look like me?” Just rip my heart out would you ??

- So is this lady the mother?

- I’m calling it

- HOW DO YOU SPELL LACTATING LMFOAOAOAOA

- sgt Wolfe out here on his law and order detective shit

- What’s up with Terry? he better not die or I’m fighting

- If something happens to this poor kid I’m going to be personally offended

- “It’s not convenient right now” me at anything, everyday of my life

- Lucille is so cute even when she’s trying not to panic

- Phyllis to the rescue, again

- I love babies but this show just makes me not ever want children LMAO

- If I have to get up on my knees to push out a baby, just slice me open

- Idk why but i wish they would’ve wrote Phyllis telling someone she gave a baby away that she obviously had out of wedlock. Don’t ask why I just feel like it could’ve worked?

- Omg the diphtheria in his mouth🤢vaccinate your damn kids !!!!

- “Everything is supposed to be moving forward” FELT THIS SHELAGH! the world seems to take 2 steps forward and 15 back..

- also loving her new hair tho

- “I haven’t got all day” mood af, Stan Phyllis Crane

- “We’ll be whichever of those you need most” Mother Mildred knows what to say

- I’m glad Trixie is there tho

- Miss Higgins is lowkey underrated, she’s only been a gem lately

- “There’s nothing worse than feeling unfresh” true af Trix, I would’ve never survived without indoor plumbing or soap or anything

- Shawty delivered her own baby?!! She’s BRAVE brave

- DID THE PRIEST KNOCK HER Up?? IM CALLING GOD

- “MOTHER Mildred” put some respect on her name

- I smell shadiness in this church

- SOMEONE HAVING A MENTAL ILLNESS DOES NOT MEAN A PERSON IS BROKEN !!

- Mother Mildred PLS throw some hands for the sake of the Lord almighty

- “Smells of his chemistry set And clearisil” ahh yes what all the cool kids smell like these days you know 😂😂 rip Tim, not gone just moved away till who knows when

- ANIMATED GIBLETS LMAOAOA NOW THTS MY NEW BLOG NAME

- I love shelagh when she says random ass shit 😂 reminds me of her sister Bernadette days

- But Where’s sister Julienne in all this??

- “And I would feel more at ease if i remained” TELL EM MILDRED

- Not too sound so gen y or whatever us late 90s babies are but this priest is only giving me ~bad vibes~

- The Reggie pic😭 I love it

- Fred adding the newspaper clip to his memory box I can’t take it

- Violet my blue eyeshadow queen, I love it (I’m wearing it again in 2020, it was a look that one time)

- “Family meant no space” 😭 I just want terry to get better and reunite with his momma and new sibling

- Omg Brenda 😭 where is your ex? I will wring his neck out

- Trixie😭😭 the childhood traumas tonight whew,..

- It makes me so sad ugh

- Sister Hilda has a velvety accent if that makes sense lmaoo

- “Do you know who the father is? FATHER” MOTHER MILDRED DRAG HIM! YOU KNOW IT AS I DO

- Omg this little girls arm! help her

- Trixie’s two piece little set is so mid 60s and cute

- “I was running away from something that was hard and it was too easy” felt that Val

- But I’m so glad she’s gonna go see her gran

- TERRY IS OK GOD BLESS 😭

- “Pass the tea cakes to this end” LMAO I guess I am Mother Mildred

- Sister Julienne is like probably like thank God Mildred is finally leaving 😂

- They won runner up! 😂😂

- FISHNETS LMAO I love it

- Aww sister Frances made a blanket, pure

- SLAP HIM WITH THE CANE MILDRED

- it’s her pimp cane😂 I love it when you call me big mommaaaa

- I KNEW HE WAS THE FATHER!!! I AM PERSONALLY CALLING THE LORD TO SMITE HIM

- Violet framed Betty’s photo wow bye let me ducking cry my eyes out

- I love the buckles <3

- So what’s the next move with the demolition??

- “The past is never lost to us, we carry it with us...”

- THEY GAVE TERRY TIM’S BLAZER WOW MY HEART !!!!!

- “...the way we embrace it has the power to change everything” 😭😭

- Aww the Turner babies and rabbit babies

- Ok that was a good episode 😭

#call the midwife #my commentary #well here i am once again haha #taking on 1965 aka 2020 #yes im late af lol american problems

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suethor · 4 years ago

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Kiss 8 for Trixie x Tommy? (That’s next on my to-read list and I’m hyped!)

omg yes thank you so much!! and thank you for the prompts i should be posting the others tonight :-) as a warning this prompt ended up being nsfw so please keep that in mind! i’m not doing a taglist for this one because of that fact also.

8. a seductive kiss

Something Tommy puts together fairly early on in his relationship with Trixie is that, for whatever reason, being in danger makes her exceptionally turned on. It’s odd enough—it’s worse when he realizes, though, that seeing Trixie wanting gets him going, because it’s not exactly the most convenient for him to be half-hard and shooting out the window at two of Sabini’s goons while Trixie floors his Bugatti down the road.

“They’re gaining—Trix!”

“How the bloody hell do you expect me to make the car go faster? We’re almost at eighty and I don’t control physics!”

A bullet flies through the rear window, shattering it, and Trixie jumps, before deciding very suddenly to swerve to the right onto a intersecting road. The traffic is heavier now, but she makes quick work of weaving through the traffic like she was born for this. Hell, maybe she was. She’d done nothing but surprise Tommy since the day they met.

Pulling his body back through the window, he presses his back flat against the seat and catches his breath. Trixie makes a half-hearted attempt to crank up his window while veering sharply between lanes, but she turns again, the light flashing red as soon as she’s rounded the corner, and pulls very suddenly into a spot on the side of the road. Taking her signal, Tommy crouches over in his chair, and a moment later, the Sabini car flies past them.

“They’re gone?” Trixie asks.

“For now,” Tommy says, but reloads his revolver nonetheless.

She pulls his hand away from the gun for a moment, dragging him over to her side of the car and kissing him with the force of a good punch to the face, all teeth and whining and hands sliding up the back of his neck. With the gunfire slowed, he realizes that the car is mostly quiet, the sound of their messy kissing and hushed breaths all he can hear. There’s her mouth on his mouth, then on his jaw, then her hand on his neck, and then her body miraculously moves across the console of the car to settle in his lap.

Tommy fumbles with the seat adjustment lever, yanking too hard and sending the two of them flying flat back. Trixie’s rucking up her dress around her hips, finding his hand and guiding it towards her, and Tommy half registers how fucking insane it is to fuck like this, in a parked car on a busy street, even if the rainfall is blurring any view into the car, but the other half of his brain is too focused on finding a rhythm that makes her shiver, and, well, she’s a sight like this, faltering her usually careful movements, grinding down on his fingers, hissing and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

He likes to watch her like this—falling apart and cursing his name, the way she gets mean. You like that? he’ll ask. If she does, she’ll scowl and spit out a curt Fuck you, Tommy, all the while bucking her hips faster. She’s mean, she’s mean and selfish and only gets meaner the closer she gets to the edge. “You’re gonna get me killed one day,” she hisses, and Tommy curls his fingers inside her. “And I’m going to come back as a ghost to throttle you, I swear to—“

Like always, she finishes quietly, biting her own lip and straining as her rhythm loses balance. He keeps up a relentless pace, finger-fucking her until she slaps his hand away and collapses onto his chest. Tommy likes to watch Trixie writhe and moan and beg and curse, but he also likes to watch her repossess herself afterwards by dotting sloppy, gentle kisses along his neck and jaw like he’s the most darling thing in the world to her.

They can’t stay there—there’s business to finish and Sabinis to outrun, but she still smiles wickedly at him and kisses him flat on the mouth. Cruel of her, if he thinks about it, to kiss him like that while shimmying back over to the driver’s seat and turning the ignition back over. He doesn’t bother pointing it out, because he likes it, so Tommy lifts the seat back up straight and goes back to refilling his gun.

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hoodie-lover · 5 years ago

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A Friend Like Me Ink Edition

“Looks like such a beat-up worthless piece of junk.” Maxie said as she inspected the old wooden paint brush.

“Hey, I think there’s still some use out of it, but it’s hard to paint with.” Beatrice said as she dipped it in dark paint and put it on a canvas. But it glowed a bright light, and burned her hand.

It shot sparks of all colors, exploding into fireworks.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Zack screamed as he ducked under a table in their small art studio.

It spun as a dark smoke emerged from the brush, revealing a brown clothed skeleton floating in mid air. He wore a shirt shirt with a yellow stripe and brown top. He also had a brown artist's glove with mint-green fingers. Though he did have brown overalls, the top part fell over him and wasn’t secured. Rainbow paint vials with heart-shaped tops were secured to a black sash.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” He screamed, his eyes glowing and a sinister grin on his face.

“Oy! 10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck.” He said, cracking his neck, however that worked and his mouth didn’t move as he spoke. He got up close to the trio, giving them a quick look over as he got excited.

“Hang on a second.” He said as the three friends were placed onto invisible wall hooks.

“Whoa! Whoa! Does it feel good to be outta there!” He said spinning his head and stretching.

He had a long scarf that trailed into a puff of smoke, it also was a dark brown and transitioned into a pale brown. He then turned the end of the smoke trail into a microphone and held it to his mouth.

“I’m telling you, nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen.” He said, waving to a crowd that wasn’t there.

“Hi. Where y’all from? What’re your names?” He said, bringing the mic to them and waiting for the stunned trio to speak.

“Uh… Uh, Maxie.”

“Zack.”

“Beatrice.”

They were all hopelessly confused at this stranger.

“Maxie, Zack, and Beatrice. Hello Maxie, Zack and Beatrice. Nice to have you on the show.” He said, making a billboard with their names and glowing in rainbow colors.

“Can we call you Max? Or maybe just Xie?” He said, fiddling with his scarf as he spelled the nicknames in the air with sparkles.

“How about Trixie?” Sounds like ‘Heya Trixie!’” He said, making himself look like a traditional high school prep girl as he laughed.

“We must have hit our heads harder than we thought.” Zack said, he was rubbing his head as he looked at the girls, they nodded as well.

“Do any of you smoke? Mind if I do?” The skeleton said as he poofed and returned to his normal self.

“Oh sorry guys. Hope I didn’t singe the canvases.” He said, looking at the run down shed he was in as he surveyed the sketches.

“Yo, Broomy. Haven’t seen you in a few millennia.” Ink said as he waved to the brush which came to life and grew to his height, which was four feet.

“Give me some bristles. Yeah. Yo, yo.” Ink bumped hips with the brush and high-fived the brush.

“Say, I’ve never had more than one master.” He said, counting them off.

“Either that or I’m seeing triple.” He said, sprouting two more heads before quickly dissipating them.

“Hold on one moment, how many rocks do you see?” he said, pointing to the three rocks Maxie brought in for a diorama she needed to make for a school project.

“Wait a minute. We’re your masters?” Zack said, even more confused.

“That’s right. They can be taught.” Ink said, snapping his fingers as graduation caps and diplomas appeared in their hands before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

“What would you wish of me?” Ink asked, gearing up for a few tricks.

“The ever impressive,” He made large muscles for himself as he flexed.

“the long contained,” Getting smaller as he was in a glass box.

“the often imitated,” He ventriloquist doll was in his lap as it said the words in a high pitched voice.

“but never duplicated...” Duplicates of Ink said the word duplicated in a weird echo effect.

“Guardian of the Brush! Name’s Ink.” He said, summoning sunglasses that he slid down as he winked.

“Right here direct from the brush, right here for your very much needed artistic assistance.” He said, bowing.

“Thank you.” Ink waved at an imaginary crowd.

“Wait. Artistic assistance?” Maxie said, and Ink nodded.

“As much as you need, to be exact. Per master so that’s infinity times three.” Ink said, question marks in his eyes as he contemplated what he had just said.

“No substitutions, exchanges, or refunds.” He said as he had three beaten wooden signs appear in front of the three.

“Now we know we’re dreaming.” Zack said, and everyone nodded.

“Masters, I don’t think you quite realize what you’ve got here.” He said, gasping as he held his hands to his face.

“So why don’t you ruminate whilst I illuminate the possibilities.” He sat them down on the floor and began to glow.

“Well Avatar had them three seasons. Gravity Falls had a thousand mysteries.” Ink said, duplicating himself three times before they surrounded the tiro, holding brushes dripping with paint and pointing at them.

“But masters you’re in luck 'cause up your sleeves, you got a brand of magic that never fails!” Ink said as he snapped his fingers and the duplicates vanished.

“You got some power in your corner now. Some heavy ammunition in your camp. You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how.” Fireworks and rockets went off inside the shack as it seemed to get bigger, the things in it fading to black. Ink himself was a firework as he exploded and pulled up his living brush.

“See all you gotta do is use that brush!” Ink cried out making the three shake hands with Broomy.

“And I'll say ‘Mister Creators, sirs, what will your pleasures be?” Ink said, appearing in a puff of smoke as his voice boomed.

“Let me take your orders. Jot it down,” Ink was now a french waiter who had them sat down at a table.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!!” Ink cried out, winking at nobody.

“Life is your restaurant. And I'm your maitre d'!” Ink cried out, placing a turkey on the table, but his head became the main part of the chicken before they could eat it.

“C'mon whisper what it is you want.” Ink grew an ear that grew bigger.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” Ink said, once again making more duplicates as they surrounded the trio.

“Yes sirs, we pride ourselves on service.” Now the three friends were in a spa and being cared for by the Ink clones.

“What the hell is going on?!” Zack cried out as he tried to kick one.

“You're the bosses!” Ink said, propping them on large fancy chairs made of gold and velvet.

“The kings, the gods!” Ink once again said, duplicates fanning them with large palm leaves.

“Say what you wish, it's yours, true dish.” Ink said, making more food appear before them.

“How about a little more buttsctoth pie?” And the dish in question flooded the room.

“Have some of column A,” They found themselves on top of a large pillar, about to fall off any second.

“Try all of column B!” Which they did into a pile of art supplies as they continued to fall.

“You bastard!” Maxie cried out, she hated heights.

“I'm in the mood to help you dudes.” Ink said, catching them on a pillow as he opened his mouth.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” A smaller but more dapper version of himself came out and began to dance.

“Can your friends do this?” Ink took off his head and began to juggle it along with more copies of it.

“Do your friends do that?” He threw the heads at them, and miraculously they could also juggle them, before Beatrice screamed and threw them at the headless body. And Ink’d was right where it was supposed to be.

“Do your friends pull this out their little hat?” He turned into a hat and popped out as a big pink rabbit.

“Can your friends go poof?” The pink rabbit became a dragon which spewed a large stream of flames.

“Well, looky here~!” Ink said as the flames took vaguely humanoid shapes and began to dance very suggestively.

“Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip!” Ink ripped himself in half.

“And then make the sucker disappear?” Right after he literally split the flames poofed out.

“So don't cha sit there slack-jawed, buggy-eyed.” Ink’s jaw fell off and he grew organic looking eyes when he said the corresponding phrase.

“I'm here to answer your all nighter prayers.” Ink said as he summoned a desk with a drawing tablet and gave himself disheveled clothes and large bags under his eyes.

“You got me bona fide, certified.” Ink was now a certification sheet and wrapped them up in the paper.

“You got a helper for your struggling affairs.” Ink unrolled and the three were released as they tried to get their footing.

“I got a powerful urge to help you out.” Ink was still large and used a finger to steady them.

“So what-cha want?” Ink leaned in as if he were trying to hear better.

“I really want to know!” He leaned in closer.

“You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt.” Ink pulled a piece of paper from Zack’s ear and used it as a jump rope before he popped it on the ground.

“Well, all you gotta do is use like so - and oh!” Sparks flew from the ground and the trio were transported to a new place.

“Mister Creators, sirs, I have a master, two and three.” Ink counted them off, each turning a different color as he did so. Maxie was blue, Beatrice was yellow, and Zack was red.

“I'm on the job, you big heartthrob.” Ink said as he did the equivalent of a kiss on Zack’s cheek, causing Zack to slap Ink.

“You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend. You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend.” Ink said as he summoned a circus and had dancers and dancing animals.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” Golden buildings and music filled the area as more and more dancers came up and fireworks went off.

“You ain't never had a friend like me! Hah!” All of it vanished in a flash and Ink was floating on air, with an applause sign above him as he grinned smugly.

Broomy clapped enthusiastically, which earned him a slap from Zack.

#ink sans #Creators #Zack #Maxie #Beatrice #They appear in My Multiverse #If you want to see more of them

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lux-i-fer · 5 years ago

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Dunno if you’re still taking requests, but if you are (and have time!) perhaps a reveal whump to lucifers friends (Ella, Dan maybe) while he’s saving Trixie? I’ve just gotten this image in my head of Luci protecting the lil human like he protected Chloe in s3 final

Technically requests are closed but considering I got less requests than usual this time I think I can make an exception ;) If you like reveal fics that include Dan in the mix check out this fic of mine. There’s no Trixie but there is some whump! For this fic I didn't include an exact redo of the s3 finale but I did include some wing!fic similar to it.

EDIT: This came out a lot longer than anticipated and will also be put up on AO3

When the call came in Dan assumed the worst. Twelve witnesses claimed to have seen Trixie walking to a friend’s house after school. Ten claimed to have seen her get pulled into the back seat of an unmarked car. All ten witnesses had tried to save her and all ten witnesses had failed.

Dan’s stomach twisted when the evidence was laid out. Minus the witnesses, it reminded him too much like another kidnapping. He hoped, no he prayed, that Trixie wasn’t going to meet the same fate as April Tinsley had thirty years ago. Neither he nor Chloe would be able to live with themselves if their baby girl was found mutilated and violated in a ditch on the side of the road.

And as if the nightmare couldn’t get any worse, the LAPD had hit a dead end. Correction: the majority of the LAPD had hit a dead end, Chloe, on the other hand, was denying that they’d hit a dead end.

Dan stole a glance at Chloe’s desk. It was covered with papers and frantic scribbles. Lucifer loomed just over her shoulder, and if Dan didn’t know better, he’d think that it was Lucifer’s kid that had been kidnapped. The man’s face was twisted into something that Dan had never seen before. His features were neutral, blank even, but his eyes burned with a fury that forced the precinct into a tense silence.

The wheeze of a printer made Dan jump. When he realized the noise belonged to Chloe’s desktop printer, he ran towards it. The message had printed by the time he got there.

WE HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER. MAKE US A DEAL.

Dan reread the message five times over. The second sentence didn’t make sense. Ransom notes usually included an exact amount of money, but this note read like a blank check. There was no amount, no location, and no indication that they shouldn’t contact law enforcement.

Chloe didn’t seem to care how wrong the whole thing felt. She was already jabbing at her keyboard, trying to ping where the message had been sent from. Dan looked at Lucifer for an answer, but Lucifer wasn’t staring at the paper. He was staring at his phone. A shadow of disdain crossed over his face, and his frown deepened. If Dan’s heart wasn’t beating as fast as it was, maybe he would have commented on the sudden chill that swept through the precinct.

“Excuse me, Detective, Daniel,” he muttered, hardly concealing his anger. Then he began to walk off towards the stairs.

Dan’s head whipped towards Ella’s office, where he knew she’d been spying on them for the past few minutes. He caught her eye and jerked his head in Lucifer’s direction. She nodded and grabbed her purse off the table. They headed towards the parking garage.

“We’re going to get some fresh air, Chlo’.”

Chloe didn’t respond.

“We can take my car,” Ella said when they got outside.

Dan grunted his understanding and five minutes later they were racing down the Strip in a vintage Thunderbird. Despite his head start, Lucifer wasn’t hard to find. His Corvette weaved through traffic oblivious to pedestrians and road signs, leaving a trail of car horns and near-miss accidents in its wake. Ella maneuvered around the damage expertly and without complaint.

Fifteen minutes later, Lucifer made a hard right and banked into a group of warehouses. By the time Dan and Ella caught up, they found the Corvette haphazardly parked with the key still in the ignition.

“If I had to guess, I’d say Lucifer’s in there.” Ella gestured to an access door nearly ripped off its hinges.

Dan unholstered his pistol. “And if I had to guess, I’d say the kidnappers are in there too.”

They crept into the warehouse, Dan in front and Ella just behind him, gripping the bottom of his jacket. The few lights that hadn’t been busted out were flickering, almost as if there was a short in the wiring. Shafts of dusty sunlight filtered in through the shattered window panes and cut through the places where the flood lights didn’t shine. Shipping crates and wooden pallets lined the perimeter of the room, and as soon as they could, Dan and Ella ducked behind them for cover.

They’d walked a few hundred feet when suddenly, Ella shoved him down to the dirt floor. “Get down.”

He went down soundlessly. Next to him, Ella was typing something out on her phone. When she was done, she turned it towards him.

I’m texting for backup it read.

Dan moved to grab the phone and typed out a message of his own: make sure they know to stay quiet. We don’t want to spook them.

Ella nodded and took the phone back to start typing out her message. When she was done, Dan army crawled towards the voices. The voices got louder and more distinct until finally he could make out what they were saying.

“Look we ain’t the bad guys here. You want your daughter and we want what belongs to us, alright?” a voice said from the other side of the shipping containers.

“One, Beatrice isn’t my daughter. Two, I don’t know what you want, you haven’t told me.”

Dan barely managed to stay quiet. That was Lucifer’s voice.

“I thought Lucifer Morningstar didn’t lie.”

“I don’t. Tell me what you want, and I’ll arrange its arrival if and only if you let Beatrice go this instant.”

Dan flinched when he heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh. He crawled a few more feet and managed to find a gap in between containers that he could see what was going on.

Lucifer sat handcuffed to a metal chair, surrounded by five hulking goons. Each man had a rifle strapped to their backs and handguns on their waistbands. A sixth guy stood parallel to them, holding a gun to Trixie’s head. Dan gulped and tried to keep his breathing under control.

The man holding Trixie spoke, and Dan realized it was him that had been making demands earlier. “We know what you are, Satan.”

“Then you should know exactly the kind of torment you can expect to receive when your miserable excuses for souls cross the threshold.”

One of the five henchmen punched Lucifer in the gut. It was a shock when he barely even flinched. Then, the henchmen drew out a curved dagger that Dan could have sworn he’d seen before.

“This,” the leader explained, “can kill you, Devil. We have sources that tell us it was forged in Hell.”

Dan didn’t need to see his face to know that Lucifer was at least a little surprised. “And, pray tell, how did you come across this weapon?”

The leader jabbed the barrel of the gun into Trixie’s temple, causing her to whimper. “Your daughter’s backpack.”

“I’m sorry Lucifer, Maze gave me one for emergencies,” she said in a wobbly voice.

The man slapped Trixie. “Quiet!”

Dan’s blood boiled, and if the tension in Lucifer’s shoulders were anything to go by, so had his.

A low, predatory growl rose up from Lucifer’s throat and Dan could have sworn the ground trembled from its intensity. “I’m afraid that was the wrong decision.”

The leader smiled crookedly and shot the henchmen holding Maze’s dagger a look. In one swift movement, the man rammed the blade into Lucifer’s thigh. The only sound Lucifer made was a soft hiss, as if all of the air was being sucked from his lungs. The henchmen slammed his open palm down next to the blade and only then did Lucifer scream in pain. The henchmen removed his hand from Lucifer’s thigh and turned it up so it caught the light. It was stained dark crimson.

The leader laughed in disbelief. “It looks like the big bad Devil isn’t so macho after all.” He shook Trixie’s shoulders. “I wonder if he’ll cry if we shoot his girl.”

In that moment, Dan didn’t even think. He fingers flicked off the safety and fired off a round. The next thing he knew, the leader was falling backwards, and Trixie was falling with him. The five henchmen drew their handguns. Dan barely registered Lucifer snapping the handcuff chain, but he was up and stumbling out of the chair with a cry of pain before he could blink. He watched in horror as Lucifer ripped the blade out of his thigh and began racing towards the group.

Dan glanced back at Ella, and their eyes met in the darkness. An unspoken agreement sparked between them. Dan cocked his gun just as Ella let out a bloodcurdling scream. Lucifer and the henchmen whipped towards the scream and Dan took another shot. A henchman crumpled to the ground.

What happened next was something Dan couldn’t explain. For a brief second, everything came to a standstill and then it erupted into chaos. He lay in the dirt, dumbfounded. Two white wings, flared from Lucifer’s back. Dan watched as he lunged for the remaining henchmen, dagger in his right hand and his left balled into a fist. He looked every bit the avenging angel from the scripture and Dan couldn’t have been more terrified.

He swallowed his fear and flicked his safety back on before sliding the gun to Ella. Then he made a break for Trixie. Gunshots when off around him, but Dan didn’t stop. He saw Trixie rooted to the spot, shirt stained with her kidnapper’s blood, and ran faster. More screams rose up into the air, but none of them belonged to Ella.

Dan didn’t stop running when he reached Trixie. He just leaned down, and scooped her up by the armpits and flung her over his shoulder and kept going. He didn’t stop moving until they were safely behind a shipping container on the opposite side of the building.

He set her down to look at her face. “Are you hurt, monkey?”

Trixie shook her head.

“Does your face hurt?” He touched the red hand print left over from where the leader had slapped her. She flinched away from his touch.

Opened his arms, inviting her to hug him. “Come here.”

Trixie went and they stayed wrapped up in each other until the screams and gunshots were no more.

“You can come out now, Daniel, Ms. Lopez, they won’t be harming anyone now,” Lucifer’s voice cut through the silence.

Slowly, with Trixie still in his arms, Dan peered out from around the container. The scene that greeted them almost made him sick. Lucifer was coated in blood from head to wingtip. The dagger in his hand hung limply at his side and what looked to be bullet holes riddled his clothes. Loose, mangled feathers littered the floor and coated the stiff bodies of all six kidnappers. Across the room, Ella was making her way to the center of the room, eyes wide.

Dan met Lucifer’s eyes, and was surprised to find that they were blazing red.

Slowly, he got to his feet and crept towards Lucifer, the actual Devil. The closer he got to the bloodied man, the more obvious it became that Lucifer wasn’t in good shape. His breathing was labored and his wings were trembling feverishly.

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you either.” Lucifer closed his eyes and sucked in a ragged breath. There was a sickening squelch and the crimson-stained white wings receded back into Lucifer’s body. The effort forced him to brace himself against his knees. After another breath, he righted himself and opened his eyes. They were brown.

“You’re not a method actor,” Ella said softly.

Lucifer gave a heartless chuckle and shook his head.

“But you saved Trixie,” Dan said, holding his daughter tighter.

“Beatrice is innocent. Even though she’s clearly not my spawn, a child should not pay for their father’s sins.”

For some reason, hearing Lucifer call Trixie spawn was relieving. He shifted Trixie to his hip so he could reach out and grip Lucifer’s shoulder. The man swayed under his grasp and when he matched Dan’s stare, his eyes were glassy. “Thank you,” he said fiercely. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you did that for her.”

Ella gave Lucifer a light pat on the arm. “Yeah buddy, that was pretty heroic of you to come in here alone. Super dumb, but I’ll give you credit for it anyways.”

Lucifer tried to flash one of his signature smiles, but all he could manage was a weak grin. “You’re not frightened?”

Dan squeezed his shoulder and gave it a small shake. “Dude you saved Trixie’s life, why would we be scared?”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but just then half of the LAPD burst into the warehouse. Leading the pack was Chloe, gun drawn and eyes wild. When they fell on Dan with Trixie and then on Lucifer and then Ella, she let out a small cry of relief. She rushed towards them, holstering her gun as she went.

“Are you alright, baby?” She cradled Trixie’s face with a trembling hand.

Trixie could barely lift her head off Dan’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she whispered tiredly.

Chloe looked to Dan for confirmation.

“She’s a little bruised and a little scared, but that’s it,” he told her. Chloe’s eyes swept over them once more before she turned to Lucifer, who was beginning to look paler and paler. Seemingly not caring about the blood, she wrapped him in a hug. His arms weakly went around her waist.

“Don’t do that ever again, you dumbass.” Chloe pulled away to look into his eyes. “Why didn’t you wait for backup? We would have helped. I just turned around and all three of you were gone and then I get this text from Ella demanding backup with an address. I thought you might have been dead or worse, Lucifer.” Lucifer just shrugged and Chloe pulled him to her again. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” She finally let go of him and turned towards Dan and Ella. “I’m so glad all of you are safe.”

Behind her, Lucifer was swaying. Dan was about to say something, but before he could, he watched as the Devil’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he collapsed into a heap on the floor. Chloe and Ella sunk down to try and revive him.

“We need a medic over here!” Ella called to the group of officers looking at the six unconscious bodies of the kidnappers.

Dan watched as a paramedic rushed over and helped Chloe and Ella secure Lucifer onto a stretcher. He watched as Satan himself was whisked away towards the ambulance undoubtedly parked outside and thought to himself about how odd it was that he felt more at ease in LA than ever before.

#ask #sororia04s #my fics #Lucifer Morningstar #lucifer on netflix #deckerstar #fanfic #whump #guess what state I live in based off of my true crime knowledge

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fic-al · 5 years ago

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People Call Me Trixie

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE DEAD BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Trixie Franklin stood at the Chrisp Street bus stop. She was glad she had decided to wear a jacket. September was starting to take on an autumnal feel. She puffed on her black Sobranie. There were other things she could be doing with her one day off, but she had promised. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"Aunty Trixie, Aunty Trixie!"

She didn't react at first; it had been over a year since she had heard herself being referred to in that way. He was beside her before she could respond. A breathless Timothy, talking between pants,

"Dad... said you... were going... to see.. Sister... Berna..dette," He paused to catch his breath.

"I am on my way Timothy, I am just waiting for the bus."

"Dad says I can't visit her in the sanat...hospital. And he says, he is too busy to go."

Trixie felt a pang of pity for the small boy. "I will pass on your best wishes Timothy, from you and your father."

"Can you give her this?" The child held out a matchbox, a scrap of paper fastened to it with an elastic band. "Dad said to post it, but I don't want it to get damaged."

"Whatever is it?, Timothy?" She asked as she took the precious package from him.

"She will understand." Was his only reply, and he was off as quick as he had come.

Turning as the No.55 to Woodford Green arrived, he added,

"Thank you, Auntie Trixie."

The most peculiar boy thought Trixie and absentmindedly rubbed the brooch on her lapel.

Trixie sat on the No.55 and aimlessly stared out of the window as the over-crowded East End turned into increasingly rural Essex. She had to admit she was slightly anxious about this visit. She could tell by her friend's frequent letters she was improving. She knew that the diagnosis of tuberculosis shouldn't strike fear into her heart, like it was capable of doing when Trixie was a child. She also knew that the reason for that change, the advances in antibiotic therapy, didn't come without a price. She was apprehensive about seeing the usually robust sister, perhaps debilitated due to the disease and its cure.

Trixie thought back a few months to the last time her and her former mentor had worked closely together on a delivery. The whole of Nonnatus had been waiting and secretly dreading the call from Mave Carter, to say baby Carter was finally on the way. The only thing they were dreading more was the absence of that call.

Trixie had been the one to receive it when she answered the door to the prospective father and uncle. She had gathered her bag and pack and headed for the door. Sister Bernadette met her and smiled, "Would you like some company?"

It had been a difficult delivery and not without incident. Trixie had relished every minute of it. She hardly ever got to work with Sister Bernadette anymore. They were both more than likely, when the occasion warranted the assistance of more than one midwife, to be assigned duties with one of the newer members of the team. There was something about working on this extraordinary case, with Sister Bernadette and Dr Turner, that made Trixie nostalgic. She remembered similar occasions when she had first come to Poplar, when the three of them had worked together and how much she had learnt from those times.

Later, her and Patrick would try to engage Marianne in the joys and trials of midwifery. Marianne would just roll her eyes and remind them that the whole of Kenilworth Row had not been designated for medical purposes, and this was in fact her home.

Trixie had thought about this as she looked down from the Carter's window. Mave and Meg were introducing Little Mave and Little Meg to Mr Carter. The midwife watched Sister Bernadette and Dr Turner chatting by the boot of his car, parked in the alleyway below.

It wasn't the fact that the sister took two drags on the doctor's cigarette that made Trixie feel uneasy. She and her mentor had spent many long, hard days and nights working together, where they had leant on each other and used humour and a little mischief as a comforter and protector. If anyone knew Sister Bernadette hadn't been born in a convent, it was Nurse Franklin.

It was the abrupt reminder of a day too long past that had unsettled her. A time when she herself had needed reassurance and friendship. She hadn't been physically assaulted like the young nun had, by Mave’s overwrought twin sister. She had though once upon a time, been mentally slapped in the face by her colleagues once to often. Patrick had comforted her with a cigarette in a not so dissimilar alley.

It had been a turning point in her life in Poplar. Later that evening, she had met Marianne. She had also felt from that point on, someone was watching over her.

She watched Sister Bernadette take her bicycle and wheel it over the cobblestones. She looked none the worse from the unprecedented clout. Even though Trixie was sure she would have a right old shiner tomorrow. Trixie would have to insist that her friend accept the use of her powder compact, at the very least.

She watched Dr Turner watch the nun walk away and tried to recall when she last saw him smile that way.

#call the midwife #trixie franklin #this is chapter eleven #al's christmas fics

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diamond-song42 · 5 years ago

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Card Shark 61: Princess Twilight Sparkle, Star Swirl Enthusiast

Happy Princess Twilight Sparkle Day, my friends! Now that I’ve recovered a bit from my hectic vacation, I am celebrating the Princess of Friendship by looking at this Absolute Discord card. It’s not bad… but it’s also not good. Here’s my take on “Princess Twilight Sparkle, Star Swirl Enthusiast!”

Fun fact: This is one of the first cards to actually have the word “Princess” and the Royalty trait smacked on top of a Twilight Sparkle! Let’s address the elephant in the room right off the bat: This isn’t cheap. You’re regurgitating 4 AT and need 3 Purple req (or essentially a flipped Purple Mane) to play this thing. This was the norm for most cards of this power before Core became a thing. The payout is also not the best: When PTS enters play, you can pay 1 AT less for the next Event you play that turn. Again, this was rather common before Core… but by Core standards today, it isn’t great. Even if the Event is Immediate, you have to play it during the turn PTS is played. Expensive, but I suppose it could be helpful in a pinch. As for the Chaotic effect? That nearly redeems the card for me. If you flip PTS, you’re not paying 1 AT less for an Event during the Faceoff, but 3! That alone can get you a good chunk of Immediate Events for 0 AT. But I cannot stress enough that the Event must be played before the end of the Faceoff. Unlike PTS’s play ability, it cannot potentially be carried over to a different phase. Yet you can’t hate how easy this could be to set up with cards that allow you to put other cards on top of your deck. And you get Twilight in a really cute costume! Seriously, I love her Star Swirl costume. If you’re looking for a cutely-designed card for a deck of some sort, I highly recommend this one!

Time to turn to the sourer parts of this card. This thing is so pricey, guys. By the time you’re able to get your cheaper Event, you might be paying more than you would have had you not played PTS. There are quite a few other ways you can make playing Events easier on yourself. Cards like Apple Bloom, Re-Markable, Dr. Hooves, Caroller, and Wonderbolts Stadium can reduce the cost of Events without the need to activate a Faceoff or spend a boatload of AT. If your amount of AT is the problem, you can boost it every turn with cards like Applejack, Factory Organizer, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Cover to Cover, or Starlight Glimmer, Guidance Counselor. And if you really want me to think about this harder than I should, or if your opponent is somehow preventing you from playing those Events, you can even the playing field with cards like Rainbow Dash, On Even Ground or Philomena, Up in Smoke. Seriously, there are so many better ways to play Events than using this card! It’s almost depressing how this card has basically become null and void. There’s so much versatility but there’s also not. Needless to say, this is one I think you should pass on in Harmony.

If you do decide to use PTS, more power to you! Here’s some cards that accentuate her abilities nicely IMO:

*Trixie, Tricks of the Trade. Am I seriously recommending a Mane Character to use with this card? Yes I am! We’re already getting a little nuts in here. Trixie is one of the few cards that solely focuses on reducing the cost of Events. Granted, it’s only when your opponent starts Faceoffs, but there are plenty of decks that thrive on lots and lots of Faceoffs. When you think about it, this and PTS can bounce off each other each turn: PTS can reduce the cost of Events on your turn (and potentially your opponent’s turn if you flip her), while Trixie can reduce the cost of Events on your opponent’s turn. Trixie’s also fairly easy to flip if you have the right circumstances. If anyone wants to try and make this Mane work in a competitive format, I will make the popcorn 🍿

*Starlight Glimmer, Magic Instructor. This card’s appearances in the competitive circuit have surprised me since it can be hard to activate. But while you’re playing hard-hitting Events, why not milk as much power as you can out of them? There are so many things you can activate twice or more - it depends on your deck strategy. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that even if you got a discount, you would have to exhaust the original number of Friends to reactivate the Event (so if you played a 3 AT Event for 2 or less, you would still have to exhaust around three Unicorns to copy it). Despite this, I still think this is a combo worth monkeying around with - GlimGlam can do some crazy things.

*Scope Things Out. I don’t name this one as the discounted Event you play after playing PTS (though it is certainly an option). Instead, this is the Event you use if you want to flip PTS and get that extra discount. Scope allows you to slap three cards on the top of your deck, giving you the perfect opportunity to set up for a Faceoff if you have PTS in hand. This is one of my favorite Events in the game as a whole, and while playing it for free would be nice, there are other Events I think you’d be better off using the discount on instead.

Thanks for reading this special Princess Twilight Sparkle Day installment of Card Shark! I have missed writing for you. And with the advent of Set 11 coming soon, I’m even more motivated to produce some new MLP:CCG content for you! Tomorrow, the Sharks return to normal as I look at a card from Friends Forever. What card, you ask? Well... let’s just say that I overheard the folks at Commentary is Magic talk about designing a crown made of it. Diamond out!

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