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qqueenofhades · 7 years ago

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Chloe Decker and the Heir of Merlin [Lucifer/Harry Potter]

Happy Deckerstar Summer Exchange to @kirayukimuras! I was intending this to be longer, but then summer turned insane... alas. Anyway, yes, the promised Deckerstar Harry Potter AU. (I have to tag @lightbringersamael for reasons, since we invented the details of this verse together.) Enjoy!

The choking grit of stone and smoke and dust, the burnt-ozone afterglare of spells, the pale, tremulous sunlight of the first day of the rest of everyone’s lives, bear down on Chloe Decker’s shoulders as she wades through the rubble of the courtyard. Hogwarts is blasted and broken, but still standing, still standing, and Voldemort is dead. It sounds like a dream, it sounds like a trick, he’ll spring up and order the battle resumed – but he doesn’t. It’s going to take a while for everyone to believe it. And yet just now, as the recovery of bodies continues, Chloe has only one thought – and one fear.

They said they last saw him around here, dueling his mother. There’s a particularly deep crater that could have been made by a giant, or a curse, or – Chloe’s breath catches painfully in her chest, she stuffs her wand in the filthy sleeve of her robes so she can have both hands for climbing. Reaches the spot, and looks down.

“Lucifer?”

There’s nothing. No sign. The broken rock shifts, and falls.

“Maze?” Chloe coughs, looks around for Lucifer’s best friend, his loyal shadow, co-leader of the “cool Slytherins,” the two of them among the few from their house who stayed back to fight. But then, Lucifer has been pushing the Carrows’ buttons all year, and Chloe doesn’t want to believe half the whispers about what they were doing to him – scion of the anciently pureblood Morningstars, who claim to trace their descent from Merlin himself, Lucifer’s defiance is unfathomable to them. They will have him or break him or both. When Chloe thinks of the bright-eyed, eleven-year-old boy named Samael, who she met just five years ago, wonders how they can only be sixteen with everything that has happened to them, everything they have done and not said, it makes something close to agony rise in her chest. He has to be here. He has to be somewhere.

“LUCIFER!”

Her shouts rings away across the blasted towers of Hogwarts without an answer.

Chloe takes out her wand again and starts levitating the rubble – it would be quicker to just Reducto her way through this, but she can’t take the risk of hitting him if he’s somewhere under there, grievously wounded and unconscious but still alive. If Harry can survive, why can’t he? She knows that Potter, a year ahead of her in Gryffindor, the captain of her Quidditch team, more or less a friend, is special, the Boy Who Lived – no one else is getting hit by Avada Kedavra once, let alone twice, and living to tell the tale. Surely Charlotte Morningstar, devoted Death Eater as she might otherwise be, isn’t killing her own son. Chloe can’t give up.

Swish and flick, she thinks, remembering first-year Charms classes. Swish and flick. Up go the pieces. There is spell damage everywhere. Whoever was fighting here was unleashing advanced and esoteric curses – far beyond O.W.L., possibly even beyond N.E.W.T., and Lucifer always did like to push boundaries, refine technique. Got detention at least a dozen times for being caught by Filch in the Restricted Section. None of it ever stopped him. Very little ever did – does. He is one of the most talented, and potentially deadly dangerous, wizards that Hogwarts has ever taught. Chloe knows there will be absolutely no tears shed if he’s discovered dead, if they’ve gotten a two-for-one special, taken down both You-Know-Who and a likely heir to the throne. That’s not Lucifer, that’s not the Lucifer she knows, who hates his insanely wealthy Slytherin family and the Dark Arts and everything they’ve chosen to be after they cast him out, but it’s hard to see past. He hasn’t made it any easier.

There’s only one block remaining to be moved. The rest of the castle is still being searched. This doesn’t have to be the last chance, but it feels like it.

Chloe’s voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Wingardium Leviosa.”

The heavy stone floats aside like a feather.

There’s nothing below but scorch marks.

Chloe’s breath feels driven out of her as if she’s taken an Impediment Jinx directly to the chest. She goes to her knees, staring down at the soot-stained tomb, knowing that is what it is, that Lucifer is dead, he is dead, and she is never going to see him again. The Ministry can breathe their sigh of relief. The peace can start. This is the happy ending.

Chloe remains where she is, not moving, until she can hear voices calling for her. Dan and Ella, by the sounds of things. They stayed to fight with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, respectively, and all three of them have spent quite a while living in the Room of Requirement with the other remnants of Dumbledore’s Army. Dan never understood, to say the least, Chloe’s friendship with Lucifer. Ella was more inclined to give him a chance (then again, Ella and Luna Lovegood are good friends, so that’s just Ella). And now Chloe gets to tell them. Has to tell them, and herself, and make it real.

“He’s dead,” she says aloud, and stands up, as Dan and Ella come clambering over the stones. “Lucifer’s dead.”

Chloe Decker was probably supposed to go to Ilvermorny.

Her parents are American – John, a wizard in Magical Homicide and Major Crimes at MACUSA, and Penelope, a Muggle B-movie actress. (Nobody actually calls them “no-majs” – it’s dated Depression-era slang, and if you’re feeling annoyed with the Brits, it’s “muns” or “plebs,” or – if you’re an angry young wizard of certain political leanings, “sheeple,” all of which makes you fairly indistinguishable from the rest of those biting their thumb at the Man.) But when Chloe is nine, John is transferred to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic in London, and it becomes a permanent position. Thus when Chloe turns eleven, she receives her Hogwarts letter just like the other young wizards and witches across the country, and of course she wants to go.

Her parents take a little while to be convinced. Penelope wants her to keep up with her Muggle school – she isn’t sure about the British system, the way you go into the magical world and never come out. No more math or English or any of that? The Statute of Secrecy does technically exist in America, but it’s treated much more as guidelines than actual rules – as long as you aren’t being baldly conspicuous, nobody really cares, and many magical children continue attending ordinary schools while being instructed in wizardry at home. Hogwarts is undoubtedly prestigious and English, like Oxford or Cambridge, but it, well, it’s a commitment. Are they going to send Chloe away for seven years and get some impeccably well-trained witch back, who knows Gamp’s Five Laws of Elemental Transfiguration by heart but can’t boil water or pay her gas bill without magic? Besides, British wizard society is so snobbish. They will look down on Chloe for being an American half-blood (Americans aren’t snobbish about the difference between magic and non-magic folk, they’re just ordinarily racist.) Is she sure?

Chloe is eleven. All her magical friends here have been anticipating their Hogwarts letters from the moment they got their first toy broomsticks. She isn’t trudging off to some dismal cement-brick secondary school in Clapham while they’re off to buy wands in Diagon Alley and ride the Hogwarts Express to an ancient, enchanted castle. Of course she’s sure.

Penelope gives in, with the caveat that Chloe continue a Muggle curriculum over the holidays. Chloe promises, with no actual intention to waste perfectly good holidays with more school. Her father takes her into London to buy her school things, and it’s there that she first meets Samael Morningstar.

If everything that Penelope was afraid of in the magical world had a face, it would be the Morningstars. They are possibly the most senior of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood families – vastly wealthy, reclusive, powerful, and not inclined to mingle or trifle with the common folk. The father of the current generation, Deus, has been missing for years – there are all kinds of rumors about his absence. Some of the more lurid hold that he is serving multiple life sentences in Azkaban, but the most accepted story is that he was killed by a Muggle mob some years ago.

This is a source of immense shame to his widow, Charlotte, who has raised their nine children – Amenadiel, Michael, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Gabriel, Barachiel, Samael, and Uriel – by herself (and of course with the help of various house-elves and servants). All of them have been in Slytherin except Sariel, who ended up in Ravenclaw, and Gabriel, who was placed to much shock and horror in Hufflepuff. Amenadiel and Michael have left school; the twins Azrael and Sariel are sixth years, and there’s one down the list until the latest one, young Samael, due to start this year. The Morningstars are, in the opinion of their circle, what the Weasleys would be if the Weasleys had blood pride. There’s always another one of them, in other words, and everyone recognizes them. Except, of course, for Chloe. She has no reason to think that the small dark-haired boy, who she glimpses in Madame Malkin’s and Flourish and Blotts and then in Ollivanders, being shepherded by his statuesque, beautiful, but extremely intense blonde mother, is anyone special at all.

They manage to introduce themselves to each other quickly in Ollivander’s (the old man thinks it’s curious whenever two young witches or wizards come in to buy their wands together – binds them from the start, perhaps?) before their parents escort them off, both looking somewhat askance at the other. Finally, as he hugs his daughter on Platform 9 ¾, the train venting steam and ready to leave, John tells her quietly to be careful around the Morningstars. He’d just feel better if she did.

Chloe humors her father, is kissed by her mother, and then spends the entire ride to school in a compartment with Samael – or, as he tells her to call him, Sam – because he doesn’t want to sit with his older siblings, and no one else wants one of them hanging around causing trouble. Chloe thinks he’s nice, if clearly unused to interacting with normal people, but things take a turn for the unfortunate at the Sorting that evening. It’s gone along ordinarily enough (“Decker, Chloe” – “GRYFFINDOR!”, “Espinoza, Daniel” – “HUFFLEPUFF!”) But right after “Lopez, Ella,” becomes a Ravenclaw, “Morningstar, Samael,” is called up to the stool – and doesn’t even get the Hat on his head before it starts screaming “SLYTHERIN!” at the top of its lungs, and doesn’t seem able to recover for several minutes. It finally manages to finish (“Smith, Mazikeen” doesn’t quite send the Hat over the edge, though she also ends up in Slytherin PDQ) but that, to say the least, was a noticeable way to begin.

Things get worse when the Chamber of Secrets is opened and Muggle-borns are attacked. Half the school thinks the Heir of Slytherin is Harry Potter, and the other half is more than convinced that it’s Sam Morningstar, given the Hat’s gibbering meltdown over him at the Welcoming Feast. Chloe doesn’t think it’s either. She and Sam aren’t exactly friends, especially given the rivalry between their houses, but they manage to remain on more or less cordial terms, even throughout the difficult year. Chloe very much doesn’t want Hogwarts closed. She just got here – she doesn’t want to have to up and leave.

(Harry Potter saves the day, as it turns out, Harry Potter does.)

Sam Morningstar almost doesn’t return for his second year, feeling marked out by the events of the first, but in the end, he does. He does not make sense to most people. He is a brilliant student who never seems to pick up a book, enjoys the preferential treatment that as a Slytherin, he is given by Snape – and then talks back to the Potions master when he bullies Chloe. He forges an unexpected relationship with Remus Lupin, where he occasionally stumbles across his cohort in suspected Chamber of Secrets crime. He and Harry seem as opposite as it is possible to get, but two black-haired boys with strange pasts and stranger presents, about whom a touch of destiny clings – perhaps not so much.

(Remus Lupin resigns at the end of that year, and Sam’s waning faith in father figures just about disappears for good.)

Third year is Triwizard year. Fourth years and below are not, of course, permitted to attend the Yule Ball, but Sam contrives to get himself asked by a Ravenclaw seventh-year, Linda Martin, with whom he’s formed a certain friendship. They dance a few times, but he spends most of the night after that staring at Chloe Decker, who was asked by that absolute prat, the Gryffindor fifth-year Marcus Pierce. They’re – well, they’re friends by now, somehow still ignoring the ever-present Gryffindor/Slytherin divide, and frankly, if all was fair, he would have asked her. Or so he tells himself. He’s not nearly as self-assured around her (American half-blood, his friends say incredulously, where are your standards, Samael?) as he’d like.

Then Cedric Diggory is killed, and Voldemort returns, and petty considerations like the Yule Ball don’t matter anymore.

Samael gets kicked out of the house – and for that matter, changes his name to Lucifer – in the summer before fourth year, when his mother insists that he prepare to uphold the Morningstar name with the Death Eaters. He refuses point-blank. There’s a flaming row, and she orders him to leave until he comes to his senses. He ends up in the Leaky Cauldron, tending bar and clearing tables for Tom, for most of the rest of the summer. None of his siblings lift a finger to help him – not even Azrael, his favorite sister, who’s graduated from Hogwarts and gone abroad – and his resentment burns to the core. He grows a foot and changes his name and is barely recognizable when he gets back to school that fall, Professor Dolores Umbridge has inflicted her delightful self on the place, and Lucifer Morningstar is well and truly born.

“You need to stop acting like this,” Chloe tells him, in one of the rare moments she can get through to him – after another party, another bout of rule-breaking, lashing out at every single stupid Educational Decree there is, prevented from losing Slytherin too many points because the Inquisitorial Squad are all merciless suck-ups, and won’t dock their own house just because Lucifer is an idiot. “Samael – ”

She sees the look on his face, and catches herself. “Lucifer.” It’s clear she still can’t get her mouth around the name, her mind around the idea that this angry young man is the boy she first met. “Lucifer, I’m serious, I think she’ll really hurt you.”

Lucifer laughs. Ignores her. Blows her off, because of course he does. Looks down, later, at the words etched shining across the back of his hand.

I must not tell lies.

And thinks that the old bat need not have bothered with that, because oh no, he does not tell lies. He is starting to think he’s the only one.

(At the end of the year, when everyone sees Voldemort in the Ministry, when they accept at last that he is back, when Harry Potter is the hero again, Lucifer thinks he could have bloody well told them so.)

Fifth year, and Uriel Morningstar, who started Hogwarts last year, is desperate for his brother to pay attention to him. Wants to be part of Lucifer and Maze’s crowd, the cool Slytherins, but all Lucifer does is ignore, dismiss, or deride him. And yet, he pays ridiculous attention to that American half-blood, the Gryffindor, Chloe Decker. Everything she says, Lucifer hangs on. Has gotten more oddly protective of her than ever, their relationship odd and undefined and not quite more than friends, but not that either. Dan Espinoza, that gormless Hufflepuff, has been hanging around her as well, as if there needs to be any more proof of how low Lucifer has set his standards.

Uriel is the good son, the one who actually wants to do what he’s supposed to, for his mother to notice him – not just Lucifer, always Lucifer, even though he’s rejected the family and broken her heart. His brother was always the favorite, and finally, on the night the Death Eaters attack the school, as upon the lightning-struck tower, Albus Dumbledore meets his end, as there is fighting in the corridors, Uriel seizes his chance.

He darts around a corner, hides in the chaos. Pulls out his wand, points it at Chloe’s back. Remembers that you have to mean Unforgivable Curses. And thinks that he does, in fact, very much mean this one.

“Avada Kedavra!”

He is still a second-year, small and undersized, and as much as he thinks he has what it takes to kill, all that results is a weak scatter of green sparks. He braces himself to try again.

Then he glances up, sees his older brother running for him like a madman, sees the look of sheer, consuming terror on Lucifer’s face, sees Lucifer raise his wand, and then he doesn’t see anything else, ever again.

Sixth year is a strange, slow, shattered sort of hell.

Hogwarts is barely Hogwarts. Harry Potter and his friends, Weasley and Granger, are gone, rumored to be carrying out Dumbledore’s secret mission, but nobody has any idea what that is. The Death Eaters run the place with an iron fist, Snape is Headmaster, detention involves practicing the Cruciatus Curse on first-years, and Lucifer will not talk to Chloe, no matter how hard she tries. She is worried sick about him, and yet she can’t understand why she hasn’t been called in for questioning about her blood status. She’s well aware that she should be among the first to go, but the Death Eaters oddly seem to overlook it, or at least not care. (Which is, of course, most unlike them.)

Lucifer has odd injuries, strange actions. Chloe supposes he’s trying to distance himself from her to protect her – but she thinks the Carrows are torturing him, worse even than Neville Longbottom, the purebloods who won’t give in even when they should be the first in line to welcome the new regime. Chloe was in Dumbledore’s Army in fourth year with Dan and Ella; they try to protect the younger kids as best they can, but they’re all wondering how much longer they can take this. Disappearances are daily. Most of them don’t come back. The Daily Prophet is printing lies, the Ministry is a mouthpiece of the Dark Lord, and finally that night, the last battle, the final showdown, when Harry Potter returns and the castle makes its stand, before the bombardment starts –

Chloe and Lucifer lock eyes, across from where they’re standing. Nobody was sure they should let Lucifer stay behind at all, but Minerva McGonagall insisted that he had earned it.

Chloe feels, then, the weight of everything they have not said, everything they have kept silent, kept apart. He told her that his brother Uriel died in the castle attack last year, she knows he must be upset about that, and yet, on the eve of everything ending, she would give anything for one of those smashed Time Turners in the depths of the Department of Mysteries. Wants to turn it back, wants, somehow, to start again. To even have the chance.

Then the Death Eaters’ spells begin hitting the shield, and it is gone.

In the years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Chloe does her best to get on with her life, somehow. She returns to the rebuilt castle to finish her seventh year. She graduates with high N.E.W.Ts, starts dating Dan, and they get married and have a daughter, Beatrice. She takes a job as an Auror at the Ministry, under her old classmate, Harry, and one day, finds her own file. It’s been altered. Her blood status was changed from “half-blood” to “pure-blood,” and she has no idea why. But that must be the reason she was protected during that last, hellish year at Hogwarts under the Death Eaters. Lucifer changed it somehow.

God, she misses him. She takes all sorts of strange and difficult cases, rounding up the remnants of Voldemort’s followers. Has to remind herself that Lucifer is dead, because otherwise she’ll get an odd sort of sensation that she’ll turn around and see him. No sign of Maze, either; they got to be an odd sort of friends at the end, but Maze must have died as well. That’s it. They’re both dead. Gone.

(It’s hard to grieve without a body, without a final confirmation. It’s hard for the human mind to close a door, when the whispering always remains, the slightest chance.)

She and Dan both work hard. Too hard, probably, and things are more and more on the rocks, to which Chloe responds by burying herself in more work. There’s an explosive argument one night, Dan saying that he’s sorry he can’t be Morningstar for her, everyone at Hogwarts knew they had eyes for each other, they were in love, it would have been different if Lucifer lived. Chloe’s shocked, but she also can’t manage to deny it; she’s spent one too many nights alone with the memories. Dan sees it in her eyes, and something goes out of him.

They try to keep it cordial for Trixie. They still have to see each other at work. Chloe can’t imagine that this is ever going to stop, or change, or be different.

Finally, Harry knocks on Chloe’s door one day. Says he has something he wants her to check out. Some kind of tavern in Knockturn Alley, called Lux. Someone there who makes deals, this favor for that, this rare item for another, breaks artifact laws or at least soundly bends them, the sort of person that would make Percy Weasley break out in hives from a mile off. Rumored to have returned to the country after many years away, studying even obscurer and deeper magic. Wants her to have a quick visit, and see if this bloke is any kind of threat.

(There might be a strange look in Harry’s eyes, but Chloe misses it.)

And so, she walks down to Knockturn Alley that night, wand in her sleeve, Auror badge clipped under her robe, grim and set and ready to get this over with. Finds the place easily enough, ducks in. Despite its name, Lux is dim, lit by bobbing enchanted orbs, a rougher clientele than the Leaky Cauldron sipping exotic libations, watching her with beady eyes. Even with an effort made to scuff up, it’s fairly clear she doesn’t belong here.

Piano music drifts from the back of the house. A tall shadow bends over it, playing intently, and something in Chloe seizes up so hard she can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t hope.

The music stops. The man looks up.

“Hello, Detective,” Lucifer Morningstar says, and smiles. “It’s been a very long time.”

#lucifer #deckerstar #deckerstar fanfiction #thedeckerstarnetwork #kirayukimuras #deckerstar summer exchange

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ruxian · 7 years ago

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Hello hello, @the-ships-to-rule-them-all ! tis I, your gifter! :D

You can read what I wrote for you right here! I hope you enjoy your gift

#thedeckerstarnetwork #deckerstar summer exchange #lucifer fic #deckerstar #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #otp: match made in heaven #i've been up for 24 hours i'm going to bed now bye

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the-ships-to-rule-them-all · 7 years ago

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@marveyspecter it is I. Your Deckerstar Summer Exchange person. here is the link to the fic http://archiveofourown.org/works/12004773

I really hope you like it.

#deckerstar summer exchange #deckerstarnetwork #deckerstar #My writing

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thedeckerstarnetwork · 7 years ago

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Deckerstar Summer Exchange!

Dear Deckerstar shippers! Assignments are out!

You should have everything in a message on Tumblr, if not, check the email you provided us!

Remember to send ask on ANON at least once a week, you can ask question that can help you in creating the gift or just say hello, how are you :D

You have two months to work on your gift, from July 1st to September 3rd, GMT. All gifts will be posted on September 4th!

You don't have to send us the gift, just post it on your blog and tag your giftees with the @ method.

Remember to tag #thedeckerstarnetwork in the first 5 tags when you post your gift so will be able to see it and reblog it.

You can also check the same tag to find every post related to the exchange and communications :D

Don't hesitate to contact us for every doubt and question.

Enjoy the hiatus and let's be creative! TDN

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feilcityqueen · 7 years ago

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Hello, how are you doing? I'm your Deckerstar gifter. Anything that you don't want to receive other than AU?

Hi! ^^ Sorry, for the late reply, I haven’t been here for a while…Thank you, I’m fine, just tired as always hehe. How are you? :DNothing in particular that I can think of now.

#anon #messages #answered #deckerstar summer exchange

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antarctic-echoes · 7 years ago

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Fever Dreams by Antarctic Echoes

Lucifer isn’t about to let an odd chill stop him from seeing Chloe. He wants to tell her everything.... No more going backwards.

And so he reveals himself -- just not in the way he intended.

Post S2x18 AU where Lucifer doesn’t get knocked out and dragged to the desert

The story can be found on AO3 at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995464

Hi hi hi,@ru-x-ian! This is your Deckerstar Network Summer Exchange human saying, “Surprise!” I hope you like your gift! <3

#thedeckerstarnetwork #lucifer fic #deckerstar #wings #reveal #angst #sick devil #Post S2x18 #alternate universe #summer exchange gift

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sanoiro · 7 years ago

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The Deckerstar Buoyant Manifestation (Part 3/Final)

For the Summer Deckerstar Network Fic Gift Exchange. I hope it is all you wanted to be @strongbeautifulfulloflight, if not I’m sorry.

There is a unique dimension of writing to be explored in this gift fic.

It has three parts and every part can be taken separately as a one-shot. But! At the same time, you can combine them all together to get a three part story. I know it sounds weird but I planned it in order to explore a fluff date and angst one and a full with romance one.

All three parts deal with what the receiver wanted the Deckerstar date we all deserved in 2x09.

Chapter/Part 1. The Sundance Kid (Fluff)

Chapter/Part 2. Blast from the Past (Angst)

Chapter/Part 3. Ladyhawke (Romance) Ost Part 3:

Brave - Riley Pierce

Seas of Gold - BROOKFIELD

My Angel put the Devil in Me (I apologise for any mistakes. They are all mine… Unfortunately…)

*Raises her rum filled glass*

"To Deckerstar!"

Ladyhawke

Laboured breaths struggled to be expelled from his constricting chest. Lucifer was stretching, agonizing over covering the insignificant distance between them in a time lasting longer than his perpetual Fall.

“Lucifer.”

His name was muffled by the underwater pressure that kept him barely surfacing. In a state between floating and falling Lucifer forced his hurling intrinsic flames to spill freely behind his closed eyelids.

The thunderous intensity pulsing on his corneas refused to cease seeking the sight of her amatory form again. His eyes expected the darkly lit room yet they scuffled to comprehend the existence of the familiar reflection, of his penthouse's bar backlight, on the ceiling.

“Lucifer…” The voice insisted making his head fall sharply backwards to catch a glimpse of his rousing commander.

Prior to meeting her eyes, Lucifer felt delicate fingers being entrapped deeply in his hair and lash through his whole existence. From the dark, suffocating depths he was finally buoyant, content on watching a pair of eyes embodying the dulcet blue-grey sky of his youth.

Stars shone in her eyes, or simply there were always there, but in the haste that characterised him, he had simply failed to notice. They simmered over him making Lucifer frown at her serene expression as she swept the laugh wrinkles on the corners of his almond-snapped eyes.

The light deemed slowly into a pulsing burn urging him to protest. He needed the light, her light.

“Don’t close your eyes.” She demanded, and the glow returned brightly mirroring licks of scarlet and amber.

Careful not to startle him the Detective, no Chloe, sat on the armrest of the chair he was sitting, placing a brown paper bag on the coffee table. Never losing contact with Lucifer's hair, she smiled down at him making him self-aware of the sheet of sweat that covered him along with a good portion of his previously rum filled glass on both his vest and trousers.

“I..-I was asleep?” His voice was rough, hazed by sleep and bitter bewilderment.

“Care to share?” She worried her lip pointing the hazardous titled glass on his midsection.

Averting his gaze downwards Lucifer swore soundlessly at the mess but offered her the glass nonetheless. There wasn’t much to go with or the best alternative, a clean glass with a freshly poured drink, but she took it gratefully from his hands.

Tasting the sweet liquor, Lucifer sat mesmerised by the mirage of her presence waiting to dissolve from his sight with every passing second. The fates were too kind for her to be here and perhaps indeed they were.

The lustrous reflection in her eyes died when he starred the glass while she was drinking the last drops. It was a flicker of light. A warning. His eyes were ablaze in her presence. Ipsissimus verbis.

“Do not close your eyes.” She instructed firmly, opening the paper bag she had placed on the table.

Plastic containers were presented in front of him with a pair of disposable utensils on top. Undisturbed the woman next to him proceeded to open her meal’s container and munched the food in small bites.

“What are you doing here?” He was not sure what terrified him the most. Her mellow reaction to his unnatural eyes or the prospect of him experiencing an impossibility during a dream within a dream.

“Well… You chickened out, I was hungry, and it’s raining outside.” Chloe replied calmly between chewing, gesturing the torrential rain falling on the balcony’s patio.

“Oh.” Lucifer mouthed all of sudden, uncharacteristically interested in how many spikes his plastic fork had. ‘Three...’ A good number.

Setting her food down she sighed opening his and handed him the utensil he was so anchored on observing with an unnerving fascination.

“Eat.” Dumbly Lucifer obeyed avoiding to express his meal was on the rather hot side mainly due to her close proximity.

“I tested your blood…” She admitted nibbling her lip causing a spicy marinated piece of meat, to get stuck in Lucifer's wrong pipe.

Coughing violently Lucifer grabbed the armrests, well one of them and a leg to be more precise, and teary eyed felt his scars itch and slightly ache by her sharp strikes on his back.

“I think some water is in order.” She groaned un-clawing his fingers from her thigh.

His senses were numbing him when all he wanted was to race off the penthouse. Amanedeial had stood correct. Humans cannot hold evidence of divinity. It was a freighting thing to behold if his constricting chest over her knowing was enough of a clue.

A cool glass came in contact with his dry lips, and the water flow was instinctively welcomed. A hand supported his head tilting it backwards allowing him to relax and other still held the glass in his mouth.

Lucifer was expected to see trepidation and torment housed in her features like it always happened with all the others. He was a fool. A restless thumb was caressing the basilar part of his skull while a crack of a smile was gracing her lips.

“You are not… bothered?” His genuine befuddlement widened her lips further to an open, expressive tender smile.

“Some people have guardian angels, and I've got-“ Her bright hair was released from the confines of her band, and Chloe rubbed her head through ruffling them into a moppy mess.

She was transcendent.

“A gurdian Devil” Lucifer concluded solemnly.

“No, I got you. A partner, a good friend, perhaps one day something… More?” It was a timid request sourcing from countless of sleepless nights. He would know.

Lucifer was not the only one staying up wondering where this human-celestial alliance was leading them. The answer for him was always unsettling and tonight a foreshadowing of many 'what ifs' in the case Lucifer decided to finally take the leap.

The coquet was over an official courtship was bound to begin if he could show he was a divine creature. No. A man of mettle. The good, the bad and the ugly all swirled together. Wasn’t that the definition of a man? No, it was not.

“I’ll need help.” He finally told her faintly.

“I don’t know how to be more… But I feel it, is that sufficient?” Lucifer admitted his soul-wrecking fears that evening eloquently.

Standing up he grimaced at the stickiness of the dried liquor on his skin. With a long sigh, he removed his jacket never missing the object of his affection, predatory eyes finally unhindered by pretences.

“You sell yourself short, a contradiction to your Luciferian self.” She chuckles at his mock-hurt features followed by a flashing crooked smile.

“I believe I promised you a night out. ” Lucifer admonishes his lack of courtesy silently prodding her to follow him to the elevator.

“I believe you did…” Chloe uncrossed her legs and leisurely made it to the cabin.

Lucifer initiates no contact as he is resting his body on the descending cabin’s wall. She knows more than he is willing to admit but not everything. He needs to rectify that by any means possible, and from her sparkling gaze, they both know tonight is about wooing from both sides.

“Tell me, Chloe, do you always follow forces of evil in the night?” He asks her in good humour when he sees her troubling face on why the elevator has still not stopped.

“When they ask me on a date, and I can shoot them, yeah…” Her eyes pause for a second on his right leg, and she smirks.

‘Touché’

The tempo was quicker than he had dreamt but the effect was altogether the same. The notes gave a way to excuse his craving to touch her. It was only a hand, but it would do.

“Nox?” She breathed on his side when the elevator doors opened revealing the pitch-black area with only the bar’s illuminating lights behind the counter to guide their eyes in the splendour of a well-kept secret. An L.A. myth.

The only familiar feature of his underground establishment was the smoked bulb sign of Nox similar to the one of LUX. Its purpose was only to proudly remind where the selected few were passing their night. The prohibition era had left a hidden gem in the city, one that Lucifer had no trouble finding and cleaning from unwanted customers and more than shady dealings.

“Precisely, are you a fan of swing jazz?” Lucifer delivered a wicked smile linking their hands together leading her to the dance floor crowded of faceless, by the absence of light, swaying bodies.

‘You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around. Hey, but it doesn't have to be eternally.’

“You know I have dreamt of this.” He confessed dipping her lower than she had expected causing her giggling as a result to tickle his throat.

“Is that so?” She purred exploring with lazy strokes his low back between his vest and the creased cotton shirt.

“Mhmm, and it ends a bit like this.” Lucifer flickered his eyes into a low, warm tawny colour only for her eyes to see while leaning for the elusive capture he had missed in his dream.

A chest kiss was delivered making both break the connection sooner than either would have wanted. The intimate gesture warned them of a demanding carnal connection waiting, lurking to engulf them if they continued to play with fire.

'You lured me in with your cold grey eyes Your simple smile, your bewitching lies'

“Anything to drink?” He asked her casually feeling their chests fighting to regulate their breathing or just wielding up stamina for what would undoubtedly follow.

“Rum?” Chloe suggested crooning unsubtly her displeasure of having only half of his previous drink at the penthouse.

Stilling their movements, Lucifer cocked his head in the dark approaching her as close as he dared. Peering deeply into her eyes, his flaming corneas reflected on her calm sea-blue ones.

“Raspberries?” He questioned hoarsely wondering how much of his nap figment would make it to this reality.

'My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me You put the Devil in me...'

“Is there any another way?” Chloe tapped his chest lightly already feeling the rumbles of pleasure stirring his soul.

“Can you handle me? All of-“ Lucifer slowly muttered, not caring of the low murmur rising around them over the two floating simmering orbs looking with reverence down at Chloe.

“The real question is, can you?” She replied leaning for another kiss.

Lucifer with a staggering breath dived into a dark, colour blinding and life swirling universe of Chloe Decker.

The universe of a miracle some would say...

The End

#The Deckerstar Buoyant Manifestation #the deckerstar network #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer summer fic exchange

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bellamysgriffin · 7 years ago

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Yesss good it will be a Deckerstar Harry Potter AU then. So as well as Lucifer and HP, what are some of your favourite fandoms/ships? xoxo

oh jeez here we go down the rabbit hole

harry potter

ron/hermione

luna/ginny

remus/sirius

james/lily

harry/ginny

doctor who

doctor/rose

mickey/martha

amy/rory

clara/ashildr

girl meets world

lucas/maya

riley/maya

riley/farkle

isadora/zay

zay/maya

cory/topanga

shawn/katy

lucifer

chloe/lucifer

linda/maze

dance academy

sammy/abigail

ben/tara

kat/abigail (i will DEFEND this ship)

sammy/ollie

mtv scream

brooke/jake

emma/eli

emma/audrey

noah/zoe

teen wolf

scott/kira

lydia/allison

allison/isaac

lowkey stiles/lydia

stiles/scott

bbc class

april/ram

charlie/matteusz

lost

sawyer/kate

claire/charlie

sun/jin

desmond/penny

shannon/sayid

supergirl

kara/cat

kara/lena

winn/lyra

maggie/alex

winn/kara

backstage

miles/jax

bianca/alya

julie/scarlett

timeless

lucy/wyatt

rufus/jiya

stranger things

mike/eleven

nancy/steve

nancy/jonathan

nancy/steve/jonathan

joyce/hopper

parks and rec

andy/april

ben/leslie

misc ships & fandoms

jim/pam (the office)

steve/diana (wonder woman)

jake/amy (brooklyn nine nine)

sam/kent (before i fall)

clay/hannah (thirteen reasons why)

jacob/queenie (fantastic beasts)

simon/baz (carry on)

amy/nox (dorothy must die)

spencer/caleb (pretty little liars)

emma/killian (once upon a time)

sorry that was like a comprehensive list of literally all my fandoms whOOPS

#dana answers stuff #that was way too much sorry #deckerstar summer gift exchange #ship ref

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flutterflap · 7 years ago

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A case involving some of Chloe's high school classmates takes Chloe and Lucifer to Chloe's 20th high school reunion. Lucifer is delighted. Chloe, not so much.

Written for the lovely @fallendeckerstar for the Deckerstar Summer Exchange! My prompt was, "Chloe has to attend her high school reunion and asks Lucifer to be her date." Because I am a ridiculous human, it got long. Chapter 2 goes up on Thursday, updates twice a week and it’ll all be up before the premiere. I hope you enjoy it!!

#thedeckerstarnetwork #deckerstar summer exchange #lucifer fanfic #deckerstar fanfic #casefic

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qqueenofhades · 7 years ago

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Hiii! How are you, what's up, how's the life treating ya? Have you seen the Lucifer trailer from sdcc? Any thoughts? I'm kinda stuck on the Dan/Chloe kiss, but it looks great! Hope you're having a great week! ~DSEP

Heh, I haven’t watched any trailers/anything from SDCC, for any of my fandoms. I just reblog some pictures and look at stuff and go “hmm, cool,” so yes.

As for a Dan/Chloe kiss, I imagine that’s from the four standalone eps we were supposed to get at the end of s2, before they moved them to s3, because I know there were flashbacks to Chloe first joining the force among those. I have seen gifs of Linda and Chloe going to Lucifer’s penthouse and whooping it up, however, among others, and I definitely 100% approve.

The biggest news that I took away from SDCC, however, is the introduction of New Love Interest Guy, and hooooo, do I have theories. Some of which I already inflicted on @devilishyhandsomefriend, but yes.

Anyway, in short, here’s my spec: “Marcus Pierce” is either Michael, as in the archangel Michael, or some kind of agent/associate of his.

Why? Glad you asked!

First of all, the name set off my radar immediately. “Marcus” is from “Mars,” as in the Roman god of war, and “Pierce” is a violent-sounding action – you pierce someone with something, such as, say, a sword. So this dude’s name basically means “War Sword” right off the bat. Hmmm.

Next, the archangel Michael was, traditionally, the guy who led Heaven’s armies against Lucifer in the war: he was Lucifer’s main antagonist/major foil among his siblings, the most powerful, the one in charge of throwing Lucifer out of heaven and keeping him out. Marcus also seems to turn up right after Lucifer gets his wings back. Given as the entire theme of the season is about Lucifer’s identity as either angel/devil, I’m not buying that this guy who is specifically presented as Lucifer’s antithesis, everything he’s not – i.e. mature, reliable, serious, stable – is just some handsome square-jawed human that happened to wander into the place. So again: his name has warlike connotations, and he’s Lucifer’s opposite, and he’s turned up right after Lucifer’s angelic identity/connection to heaven has been restored. Yes, some of the role of most powerful/oldest archangel seems to have been filled by Amenadiel, but there’s still a space to bring on Michael. It could also explain why Chloe is attracted to him – he’s like Lucifer fundamentally, i.e. angelically, but he actually has, you know, his shit together.

Next, they have been pretty coy about the possibility of seeing more angel siblings, or who exactly the antagonist for the season is. We know that Charlotte Richards will be around as her human self now that Mom’s gone, but… she doesn’t really fit the bill for a Big Bad any more. The guy NAMED FOR THE GOD OF WAR seems a litttttttle suspicious to me, especially since we’ve been told right off the bat that Lucifer isn’t going to be happy with the situation and will feel insecure and challenged. To which I say: good.

Obviously, nobody really likes love triangles, but a) the writers have smartly subverted and played around with tropes and avoided being predictable in a ton of ways before, and b) honestly, Lucifer really, really needs a kick in the pants, and HARD. He’s changed a lot, but he still hasn’t changed in quite the way Chloe needs him to. He’s basically figured that he can fuck it up repeatedly and then waltz back into her life and retake his place (see 2x14) and he just has not gotten it through his damn dense head that this pattern cannot continue. Tom himself said that Lucifer never regarded Dan as a real rival for Chloe; he was “Detective Douche,” beta male, not somebody who could actually challenge him. Marcus/Michael/Pseudo-Michael, on the other hand… that’s a different story. If this is the guy who defeated Lucifer and threw him out of heaven before, or has some connection to him, then yeah, Lucifer is going to be hot under the collar and he’s going to have to take (finally…) a serious look at what he’s been doing and the ways in which, with good intentions, he’s been taking Chloe for granted the way he did Maze (and which we just saw Maze free herself from). But if Marcus IS Michael, and not telling Chloe who he is, Lucifer is going to have to think hard about doing the same himself, and whatever secrets he’s still keeping/inclined to keep.

I don’t want Marcus to be evil, just because a) the writers so rarely make any character completely dislikable, love to develop, have everyone’s best interests at heart, and want to tell a compelling story, and b) obviously, I don’t want Chloe to be forced to return to Lucifer just because the other guy turned out to be fake. Just as they’ve done such a good job exploring so far, she needs to (and Lucifer will not be satisfied with) anything less than her returning to him because she 100% WANTS TO BE WITH HIM, has made a realistic survey of possible options, and has chosen Lucifer over them all.

In the meantime, however, let’s be real: Chloe has put up with a ton of Lucifer’s shit, and as much as she cares about him, everyone hits their breaking point eventually, especially when Lucifer has been so confoundedly slow to learn as he has. Chloe isn’t going to drop him hot potato, but honestly, I think a lot of squirming is good for him, because we all know Lucifer only ever learns things the hard way. If he sees Chloe be attracted to someone who is seemingly actually capable of giving her a real adult relationship, he will probably try to copy/make those changes, fail disastrously (see The Dansformation) and then struggle his way into figuring it out somehow. But he has to do that, just as Chloe has to learn the truth. So you could either have Marcus as just completely human who represents the ordinary/mundane/usual world, and Lucifer the wacky angel on the other hand, and Chloe having to choose between that… but I feel like both Marcus and Lucifer are going to have to meet halfway, and both be revealed as not quite what they seem (for both us as the audience, and for Chloe). After all, this show loves it some twists.

Anyway, yes. The interest in season 3 is that Lucifer cannot go on as he has been doing, and Chloe cannot really go any further with him until she knows what the hell (literally) has been going on for the last two seasons, plus Lucifer has his wings back, plus he’s encountering a real challenge/somebody who he has to take seriously as a rival. Maybe Marcus is totally human, sure, but if he’s Michael, that adds a whole interesting dimension to what’s going on, and I do hope it plays out in a supernatural twist. That, after all, is the fun of the show.

(Sorry for the novel, heh. But yes. I have Thoughts. Hope you’re well. xD)

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