#ella lopez drabble

[4evrspn]

Michael/Ella Drabble Series

Michael has been living with Ella for a while now, but there was still a roommate who hated him: the chicken.

A series of drabbles (can be read stand alone) in which Michael starts a war with Margaret.

[ckm-writes]

Teach Me How to be Good?

Ella López/ Original Charlotte Richards

[no BDSM… probably]

Complicated. Complicated and more than a little confusing. Espinoza’s…. bonking buddy/Lucifer’s step mom had stopped spending time with either of them and now seemed obsessed with Ella, all because she let slip one little comment about darkness. Charlotte seemed convinced Ella could turn her life around and not just in a taking Lucifer to mass kind of way. The thing is, even if all of the rest of that were not true, Charlotte was intense.

Ella imagined a Doberman trying to masquerade as a dachshund puppy and… honestly it was a little funny. She was tempted. Fast cars, counting cards… Ella sighed. Here I go again. Kyrie!

[ao3feed-deckerstar]

stars by the pocketful

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uh5Ufdz

by chloesjdecker

this fic was written as part of the #secretsatan22 gift exchange!

Season 4 slight canon divergence where Lucifer breaks up with Eve before things get too far, and then throws a Christmas Party at LUX, for some reason.

or a cute, fluffy, sort of angsty, and a little sexy deckerstar Christmas drabble based on taylor's swifts snow on the beach weird but fucking beautiful, stars by the pocketful you wanting me tonight feels impossible

Words: 1579, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), patrick the bartender

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar, mention of eve/lucifer

Additional Tags: secretsatan22

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uh5Ufdz

[wlwfanfiction]

What Happens in Vegas...

Ella Lopez x Fem!Reader

Words: 564

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Neon lights bloomed over the horizon, bleeding through the smog with flashes of purple and pink and blue. The air creeping beneath the hotel balcony doors was cold, and the thin walls did nothing to muffle the blare of the traffic trickling through the busy streets below. 

So many things to distract you, and yet, all you could see was her.

Ella’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes even brighter than usual as she swayed her hips to the music blasting through the shitty, crackling speaker you’d snagged for five bucks online. Her hair was in disarray, tangled around her face and caught in the spaghetti straps of her red dress, as brightly coloured as the overflowing solo cup in her hand. Vodka soda spilt over the edges, clear droplets running over the smooth skin of her arm and dripping onto her dress, though the liquid didn’t steal her attention for even a moment.

“Y/N, dance with me!” she cheered, pulling you from your stupor. You bit back a smile, downing the last of your own drink before jumping up to join her. She threw back her own drink, swallowing it in a few thick gulps that left stray drops of alcohol collecting at the corner of her lips. Neither of you was drunk yet, but if you kept drinking at this rate, it wouldn’t take long.

“You know I don’t like dancing,” you half whined, and when she giggled, your heart couldn’t help but lurch. 

“Everyone likes dancing, silly!” she exclaimed, looping her arms around your neck as she pressed her body close to yours. She was warm and soft, and up close, you could see the smudge of red lipstick on her chin, smell the floral perfume clinging to her neck and wrists. Your breath caught as she rolled her hips over yours, throwing you a sultry wink as she grabbed your hands and set them on her hips. She giggled again at the look on your face, and suddenly she was kissing you. Not for the first time, and hopefully not for the last.

Ella’s lips were pillowy and soft, and you could taste the salt of her skin, the bitter tang of alcohol, and the rubbery flavour of her lipstick. She sighed contentedly against your mouth, before pulling away with a beam, her fingers combing through your hair as she pressed one last, playful peck to the corner of your mouth. Red lipstick stained your cheek, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when she was still so close to you, not while you could still taste her on your tongue, your body overtaken with a cold hollowness left by her absence as she stepped away. 

She curled her fingers with yours, squeezing your hand once before shooting you another wink.

“Come on, let’s check out some clubs, huh?” she asked breathlessly, eyes alight with fondness and excitement. “I wanna show off my gorgeous, amazing, stunning girlfriend,” she bubbled, and you couldn’t help but smile, your arms sliding around her waist to pull her in for a hug.

“Fine,” you relented, smile still toying at your lips. “But first, one more thing…”

She raised her brows, and you’d be damned if the quizzical expression curving her features wasn’t the most adorable thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

You grinned, and sealed your lips to hers.

A/N: just a lil drabble i felt like writing up tonight, apologies for any typos etc. hope u enjoyed xx

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Drinking with the Devil (Day 4 of Hello Spring 2020)

Title: Drinking with the Devil

Summary: When Chloe suggests a night of drinking as a way of blowing off some stress, you never imagined that it would lead to a meeting with a man that would have such an effect on you.    

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez

Word Count: 556

Warnings: None

A/N: @itsbuckysworld is hosting a new challenge - Hello Spring 2020 (check it out here). The prompt for Day 4 is “Cocktail”

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It had been a long day.  In fact, it had been an incredibly long week.  Working for the LA District Attorney was hard but ultimately rewarding.  However the past five days had been some of the hardest you’d ever dealt with in your time working in Los Angeles.  Case after case had passed over your desk – you seen people hurt in the most horrific ways, ways that you wouldn’t even wish upon your worse enemy – and you had decided that the only way to get rid of the horrendous images swirling around your head was to drown them in a vat of alcohol. When Chloe and Ella had suggested a girls night out, you had jumped at the chance.  

You had squeezed into one of the few glamorous dresses that you owned, slipped on a pair of high heels and headed towards downtown LA to meet up with your friends at a club called LUX.  Chloe has insisted that she’d be able to get you all in for free and probably get complimentary drinks too.  That was too good an offer to refuse; your job didn’t exactly pay well and your friends were rolling in the green stuff either so getting something for nothing sounded like the best offer you were going to get that night.

Or that was what you had thought right up until the point that you’d met the owner of the club, one Lucifer Morningstar.  

He’d sauntered over to where the three of you were sitting, a bottle of champagne in his hand and a smirk on his face that was almost sinful.  Without asking, he’d sat down in the booth, so close to you that you could feel his thigh pressing against yours.

“So ladies, girls night out is it?  Well don’t stop me from letting you enjoy yourself.  In fact, I would actively encourage it……indulge yourself.”

Chloe laughed his comments off before grabbing the bottle from him and pouring out drinks for you and Ella.  Lucifer however didn’t move.  He stayed right where he was and turned his attention towards you.  

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?  Yes, Chloe has told me all about you but know I want to know something more.  Tell me Y/N….what is it you desire?  What do you want most out of this sordid little human life?”

For the next few moments, it felt as though a spell had been cast over you. You looked at the man sitting next to you, the man that you’d heard so much about – so many silly rumours – and found yourself unable to look away.  You were intoxicated by every part of his being; his voice flowed like silk, his eyes kept a constant lock with your own, his hand moved ever so slightly further up your leg.  You couldn’t help but open up and provide him with an answer.

“I want you.  I want to spend all night in your bed…….” You trailed off as those words left your mouth, shocked at your frankly lustful admission.  

He smiled before standing up and straightening his jacket.  After he’d said his goodbyes to the other women in your little group, he bent down and whispered in your ear, his voice so low that only you could here.

“I’ll be upstairs in about ten minutes if you want to fulfil that debauched desire….”

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[bobasheebaby]

91 Lucifer prompts

Some of my favorite quotes from my favorite devil. (Cut at 15 cause it’s long.)

Lucifer Morningstar

1 “People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning until something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.”

2 “People don’t have power over us. We give it to them.” 

3 “The best thing to do is always to follow your greatest desire.”

4 “Sometimes we are what we are, and we should embrace that.”

5 “Desire shouldn’t be contained, it’s unnatural.” 

6 “Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?”

7 “Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

8 “Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.” 

9 “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. And neither should I.” 

10 “I refuse to be a scapegoat for which something I bear no responsibility. It’s a theme in my life.”

11 “Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know evil.”

12 “If you desire something, just take it.”

13 “Trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s desire.”

14 “What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.”

15 “Hell truly hath no fury like a man/woman scorned.”

16 “No one gives us the right… we take it.”

17 “Mmm, dangerous. NAME likes.”

18 “There was immediate danger. He/she was about to leave this man/woman completely unsatisfied.”

19 “When in doubt, go with the classics. That’s what I always say.”

20 “Guilt is such a useless emotion”

21 “Take a swing and I’ll shove that so far up your ass, you’ll have splinters in your stool.”

22 “What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.”

23 “Now tell me, what is it that you truly desire?”

24 “Well, maybe it’s like butt stuff. Easier the second time around.”

25 “It’s always the ones you least suspect, the ones you trust the most, that hurt you. They wait until your guard is down and then wham! In my case, it was tequila.”

Chloe Decker

26 “It’s better to move forward than stay stuck in the past.” 

27 “We can’t control what happens to us only how it affects us and the choices we make.”

28 “You have to stop taking responsibility for things that you can’t control.” 

29 “Sometimes we get along best with the people we’re most different from.”

30 “Pull yourself together. You look like a homeless magician!”

31 “It’s really not a good day for… your… NAMEness”

32 “You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.”

33 “If you go looking for loopholes, you’ll always find them.”

34 “NAME’s not another guy/gal. He’s/She’s a weirdo.”

35 “As any parent knows, the best time to get things done is when everyone else is asleep.”

36 “I wasn't afraid of you.”

37 “I don't want you to see me like this. I know it scares you.” “No, that's... that's what I was trying to tell you. I'm not... I'm not afraid of you anymore.” “You're not?” “You see, this is what I'm talking about. It's so sweet. I'm going to puke.”

38 “I miss him/her. I mean, he/she pisses me off all the time. And there are so many things about him/her that ... that I find hard to accept, but I just have to believe I can find a way. Because ... I'd rather have him/her in my life than not.” “Well, then... I think you know what you need to do.”

39 “You're different than me. You're stronger. You could have run, but you didn't. Why didn't you?”

40 “It's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So ... I think, deep down, I just ... I always knew.”

41 “Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.” “Ooh, I love role-play.”

42 “What, you're just gonna leave me here? In this part of town?” “You said you wanted danger.”

43 “Please tell me I'm hallucinating.” “Well, I am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.”

44 “You step out of line one time …” “You can give me a right-good spanking, I promise.”

45 “This cannot be true. Can it? I mean ... if you knew this, why wouldn't you say something? I mean, I almost married him/her. I mean, I almost married him/her.” “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.”

46 “Oh, my God. Did the world just turn upside down? Did you just admit to being wrong?”

47 “You know, it can be scary sometimes, but ... being who you really are is never a bad idea.”

48 “I need you to stay here and watch your dad/mom.” “That's true. Without the two of us, he’s/she's defenseless.” “I don't know if I like what you're whispering about.”

49 “How long have I been out?” “Three years.” “What?!” [NAME starts laughing] “You’re such an ass.”

50 “I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working, and, you know, I drank a lot of caffeine. Like, a lot.”

Mazikeen Smith

51 “If you go by someone else’s pace, it shows how much you really care.”

52 “Sometimes you have to accept when someone doesn’t feel the same way about you.” 

53 “Self-worth comes from within, bitches.” 

54 “I would never ask you to change. I like who you are.” 

55 “Hey! No one calls my skank a skank.” 

56 “Good. It's settled. Now, where do I put my knives.”

57 “Okay. One, I like to fight when I'm happy or ... horny. And, two, I really don't want to accidentally kill my best friend.”

58 “Maybe next time, I won't be around to save your ass.” “Mm! Well, that is a shame. 'Cause you and my backside used to get on very well. My front side, as well, actually.”

59 “And your name?” “NAME.” “How do you spell that?” “Surprise me.” [Later gets coffee with "WRONG NAME" on it]

60 “Everything that happened showed me exactly why I need to go back.” “I don't understand.”

Linda Martin

61 “Emotions are hard, but that’s why they make you strong.” 

62 “Goodness isn’t a toy.”

63 “Sometimes we need to lose something to understand its value.”

64 “Sometimes it’s easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself.” 

65 “I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.”

66 “Look... I know I'm not dad/mom, or partner or whatever. But I ...” “No. No, you're not. Come here. You are Uncle/Auntie NAME. And you will always ... be a member of this family.”

67 “Let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.” “Yeah, I really don't want to.”

68 “Why is he:she able to refuse my charms? I mean, is this thing on?” [points at him/herself] “Yes, yes. Definitely on.”

69 “How's that saying go? We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.”

70 “Should've seen that one coming.”

Amenadiel

71 “We need the most love when we’re being most unlovable.” 

72 “No matter how bad things get, the true test is how we choose to respond to the pain. We suffer, or inflict.”

73 “Cosmos are yummy.”

74 “If you really want to know if you’re a worthy romantic partner, ask yourself.”

75 “NAME. What are you doing here? Did you hurt NAME?” “Only when he/she asked me nicely.”

Ella Lopez

76 “Whenever I’m procrastinating on something, I make an appointment for myself to do it. That way, can’t back out.”

77 “You see what I'm dealing with?”

78 “Hey. No one insults my family, except for me.”

79 [high on "candy"] “I know I should be freaking out right now, but your hair is so shiny.”

80 I'm usually not into reality shows either. I prefer more, you know, scripted-content, documentaries, but... I've got a little extra time these days, so... sort of kind of watched, uh, 27 seasons in two weeks.

Dan Espinoza 

81 “We all need someone to have our backs every now and then.”

82 “Ooh, lemon bars. My favorite. Mmm. Oh, man, these are amazing. Who made 'em?” “Uh, NAME did. Would you believe that hunk bakes?” [spits out the bars] “On second thought, who needs the empty calories?”

83 “Say you fall in love with a man/woman who has a cat. What are you gonna do? You accept the cat.” 

84 “Are you sleeping with this idiot?” “He/She hasn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, no.”

85 “Dude, I cannot deal with your weirdness right now.”

Trixie Espinoza

86 “We’re wearing the same shirt!” [both] “Sushi shirt!” [from around the corner] “I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I hate it!”

87 “I ate it.” “Mm-hmm.” “But NAME said it was okay.” “Oh, really?” “He/She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.”

88 “Are you looking at a no-no site?” “No. Why would you think that?” “Because you put it away so fast, and you look really, really guilty.”

89 “NAME, sever their Achilles first. If they can't walk ...” “They can't betray you.”

90 “You need to get a thicker skin. Stand up for yourself, because the truth is, nobody’s gonna do it for you.” — Charlotte Richards

91 “Anybody worth dating should understand everything that makes you … you.” — Ev

[j-bird-prime]

Drabble: #13

“Maze told me you were with my mum last night,” Lucifer said.

Dan scoffed. “Unless your mom is super hot, no I was not.”

Lucifer’s eyebrow went up, waiting expectantly for an explanation.

Dan paled. “Please tell me she wasn’t your mom.”

“Blond, blue eyes, vaguely menacing aura that’s hot if you’re into that,” Lucifer described.

“Your mom is Chloe?” Ella asked, with her nose all wrinkled up.

The two men blinked at each other for a moment before both turning to Chloe. Both men were horrified for entirely different reasons. Chloe looked like she wished she could stop existing. They all decided to never speak of it.

[ally-drabbles]

Ella: Ally, do you need help?

Ally: Dude, you’re like an inch or two taller than me... Shut up, I got skills! *Proceeds to hop onto the counter and take out a mug from the top shelf.* See, I told ya...

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Ella Lopez x Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Requested by @wonderdoves

Coming to Lux was a risky move. It's not exactly Vegas, but Lucifer did decide to host a casino night. Lots of gambling, lots of opportunity for Ella to dive straight back in.

She did try to refuse, in all fairness. But casino night is just a facade to lure in the murderer they're trying to catch who just so happens to have a penchant for poker. And unfortunately for her, he's already aware that Chloe's a detective, and Dan's off for the night looking after Trixie. So, bait = Ella.

It's quiet so far. Well, not quiet, she thinks, glancing around. There are people everywhere, playing, dancing, cheering when they win, roaming around and laughing. And there's the music, of course, because what is a casino night in a nightclub in LA without music?

Her gaze is drawn back around at the thought, finding Lucifer once more in his seat at the piano. There's a little crowd gathered around him. People fawning over him like they're being discreet, or just going the complete opposite way and staring right at him, half-draped across the piano.

Ella snorts, shaking her head in amusement. The things alcohol does to people.

Lucifer's managed to ignore them for the most part, now nearing the end of the song without a falter.

It's not like Ella doesn't see the appeal that they do. His voice is certainly something worth listening to. The accent, she's sure. And his playing is perfect, as expected, because it's Lucifer Morningstar, duh. He owns a nightclub, of course he knows how to play. Really, really well.

"See anything yet?" Chloe's voice asks in her ear, and Ella almost startles.

"Nope. All clear so far," she quietly replies, discreetly adjusting her earpiece under the guise of fixing the clip in her hair that's keeping it covered.

She casts another glance around, just to be sure. But she can't see any sign of the guy she's meant to be on the lookout for, and nothing especially nefarious seems to be going down from what she can gauge. Everything's just like a normal casino.

God, the poker table is tempting. A cheer goes up from the crowd around it, along with some curses and groans. She gnaws at her lip. How bad of an idea could it really be?

"Hey, so, should I maybe, you know, play a couple games? Just to blend in, not look so suspicious just standing here on my own, doing nothing?" she asks with a nervous chuckle.

"Absolutely not," Chloe says quickly. "We need you focused, not starting a fight with our guy because he wins or something."

Ella scoffs, about to say that she wouldn't do that while a little voice in the back of her head argues that she absolutely would.

"I have a better idea anyway," Lucifer says, and Ella's head snaps up and around to find him on her right.

The music's momentarily stopped, she realizes; it was hard to tell with all of the noise still filling the silence.

"Come, Miss Lopez," he says, with a flickering smirk. His hand's settling on her back as he motions his head back off to the side.

Obliging, they wind through the tables and people until they're at the piano. Lucifer sits down, ignoring that his reappearance has drawn a small amount of attention back to him before he's even started playing.

He holds out a hand to Ella when she stops beside him. Her eyebrows raise at the look he gives her, and her eyes dart from him to the piano in sudden alarm.

"Wait, what? No, no, no." She shakes her head, holding her hands up in front of her with a laugh. "I don't play. I mean, not anymore. I took classes. Sort of--but I'm rusty, way too rusty to--"

"We'll play something simple then," Lucifer says simply, and makes a motion with the still outstretched hand. He grins, eyes dancing with mischief. "Come, Miss Lopez. Just one song. Please?"

Ella opens her mouth to argue again, say no way, no siree, not today and probably not ever in the near future. But then again... it wouldn't be that bad. She has missed it, and to play alongside Lucifer would be something else. And they can both still see a good majority of what's going on in the club from here.

"Only because you asked so nicely," she jokes with a roll of her eyes, but slides onto the bench with him.

He drops his hand, grinning in clear delight. Ella can't fight off a smile. They take a quick moment to decide on a song.

"You're on your own with the singing, though," she warns him, and he laughs, but agrees.

When they begin to play, Ella's definitely glad she said yes. There's just something indescribably comforting and thrilling about it. It helps that it's so easy to play alongside Lucifer, hands moving in sync.

When he starts singing, she looks at him. Their eyes briefly meet and he winks, as if some secret passes between them. Ella has no idea what it is yet it feels like she does, and she laughs softly as they continue on, drawing in people here and there.

When the song comes to an end, Ella thinks that playing might just give the same kick that poker does. Lucifer's elbow nudges her gently in the ribs.

"See? And you said you were rusty," he scoffs. "I suppose that's yet another talent to add to the never ending list of things you can do."

Ella smirks, shrugging, playing along. "I'm great, I know. It's why you love me."

"Oh, the list of reasons for that is even longer, my dear Ella," Lucifer purrs back jokingly. At least she thinks he's joking. Probably, right? Totally. His leaning a little closer while he said it meant nothing, nope.

"Finally, he learns my name," she says with a feigned gasp of shock, her hand against her chest. "And all it took was playing the piano with you. You know, if you wanted a duet before, you could have just asked."

Lucifer's smile is amused as he gazes at her with a gleam in his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind for the future. Perhaps I could even talk you into singing next time."

"Ha. Good joke," she says dryly, and pats his arm. "But never. Not even the devil could make a good enough deal."

The last part is pointed, with a sly side glance and a secretive smirk. Lucifer's expression mirrors it right back, his own smirk growing at the joke. She'll admit, it's fun knowing the truth. And even more fun to know that she can say with all honesty that she has dueted with the devil.

"As much as I'm enjoying this conversation," Chloe's voice starts up in both their ears, clearly sarcastic, "would it be possible for you two to, oh, I don't know, maybe focus a little more on the case? You know. The murderer who could be in the same room with you right now?"

Ella's eyes widen. "Oh, I totally forgot about that part. We're on it, Chloe, I promise. No more distractions."

"Well, perhaps some distractions," Lucifer drawls with a rather pointed look at Ella, a certain something in his eyes as they dart to her dress, then back up to meet her gaze.

Ella flushes, and she's failing to stop a laugh even as she hears Chloe groan.

"Professional, Lucifer. Please?"

Lucifer rolls his eyes and gives an exaggerated sigh, but nods, saying, "Fine, fine. I'll behave until we've caught our murderer."

"Thank you."

Ella's having to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing again, raising an eyebrow at Lucifer.

He just winks again, and quietly says, "But for the record, you're incredibly ravishing, Miss Lopez."

Ella grins, a little flip of joy somewhere in her chest, then she hurries to get back to the case before Chloe decides to intervene on the grounds of them not being serious enough.

[incorrectdeckrstvr]

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Roaring 20s AU

Rivals To Lovers AU

Resurrection AU

Rival AU

Reincarnation AU

Runaway AU

Reapers AU

Supernatural AU

Superpowers AU

Secret Identity AU

Secret Admire AU

Spell AU

Soulmates AU

Secret Relationship AU

Spy AU

Space AU

Stalker AU

Stripper AU

Siren AU

Succubus AU

Secret Agent AU

Secret Spy AU

Superhero AU

Telepathy AU

Time Traveller AU

Thief AU

The Little Mermaid AU

Time Travel AU

Time Travelers AU

Unrequited Love AU

Vigilante AU

Vampire/Werewolf AU

Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU

Vampire AU

Vampire Hunter AU

Villain AU

Weakness Turns On Lover AU

Werewolf

Witch AU

Wizard AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Taking The Kids Trick Or Treating

Fandoms I write for

WWE: 

MALE SUPERSTARS:

Adam Cole

Aj Styles

Andrade Cien Almas

Buddy Murphy

Bobby Fish

Cesaro

Drew McIntyre

Elias Samson

Finn Balor

Kyle O’Reilly

Roderick Strong

Roman Reigns

Seth Rollins

The Miz

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Triple H, 

FEMALE SUPERSTARS:

Alexa Bliss

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Billie Kay

Candice LeRae

Charlotte Flair

Dakota Kai

Lana

Maryse

Mickie James

Naomi

Paige

Peyton Royce

Sasha Banks

Stephanie McMahon

Tegan Nox

Zelina Vega

CHICAGO FIRE; 

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Sylvie Brett

Gabby Dawson

CHICAGO MED;

 Will Halstead

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

CHICAGO P.D.; 

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg Gerwitz

Kevin Atwater

Kim Burgess

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

CRIMINAL MINDS:

 Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

DCEU: 

Bruce Wayne

Diana Prince

Clark Kent

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

LUCIFER: 

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen

Amenadiel

Michael

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dan Espinoza

MARVEL: 

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

T’Challa

Loki

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Mj

SUPERNATURAL:

 Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

 Crowley

TEEN WOLF;

 Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Malia Tate

Jordan Parrish

Chris Argent

Isaac Lahey

TO/TVD: 

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

 Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel

Davina Claire

 Freya Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

Kai Parker

Damon Salvatore

 Katherine Pierce

Tyler Lockwood

Bonnie Bennet

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

 Enzo

CELEBS: 

Harry Styles

Jake Gyllenhaal

Jensen Ackles

Zendaya

[mothsmuses]

five times kissed {Maze and Ella}

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed - @ofgclaxies

the first time that ella kissed maze, it had been an accident . . . and she was sure she was going to die. she had hugged maze, and their faces had turned at the right (or wrong?) time. ella had laughed it off, trying to brush off the glare that accompanied it before scurrying away. 

the second time was when ella was drunk. ella wasn’t sure if maze could get drunk. she always seemed so composed when drinking. (except for when they got in a bar fight, but ella is sure that was a one time thing) some guy had been flirting with ella all night, and the scientist just wasn’t interested. lies about having a partner just were not working, and maze saw that. so she inserted herself in the picture, draping an arm over the smaller woman and bringing her into a kiss. maze didn’t stop kissing ella until the guy left. 

the third time was when they were sure they were going to die. trapped in a skirmish that had impossible odds, ella isn’t sure how this happened. she made a mental note that if they got out of this alive, she would ask more questions when maze said “hey, wanna do something fun?” and as maze was about to face off against their attackers, she had given ella that little smirk that made her heart do strange flip-flops and asked for a kiss of good luck (though, ella was sure she didn’t need it). but of course - ella kissed her. 

the fourth time was when maze was sad. eve had left. lucifer had left. nothing was the same anymore. amenadiel had a child to take care of. linda had a child to take care of. maze felt alone. and ella, betrayed by the sudden departure of lucifer without even a note or a text or a wave or anything, joined the demon in her sorrow. they ended up in bed, looking for comfort. looking for reassurance. looking for touch. for closeness. bodies intertwined and mouths on each other. there was no romance in the gesture, but there was affection. and appreciation. 

the fifth time was when things started to go back to normal. for them, at least. maze found a rhythm for how to interact with linda again, with baby charlie in the picture. ella found her pacing and didn’t feel devastation crawl up her throat when she didn’t hear the familiar hello, miss lopez, from a certain devil. maze and ella had found peace in each other. and as maze woke up in ella’s bed, kissed the scientist goodmorning and complained about her morning breath in that sleepy tone that ella loved so much . . . ella figured she could get used to this. 

[meadweos]

Hello! I’m Ellie, this is Dorcas and I hope you enjoy this trainwreck of a soft as all hell introduction to my babe. I’m super excited to be writing here okay byeeeeeeeee.

is that LILY JAMES wearing that HUFFLEPUFF scarf ? no, it appears to be DORCAS MEADOWES who happens to be a SEVENTH year and a MUGGLEBORN !! SHE is CISFEMALE, and i heard they’re COMPASSIONATE and BENEVOLENT but might also seem NAIVE and DAMAGED. they appear to be leaning towards the side of the ORDER, but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( ellie / nineteen / gmt / she/her )

TRIGGER WARNINGS : death, injury, hospital mention, dogs.

PART ONE. BASICS / MAGICAL FULL NAME & MEANINGS  : Dorcas ( GAZELLE ) Andromache ( MAN / BATTLE ) Meadowes ( LIVED IN OR NEAR A MEADOW. ) DATE OF BIRTH : November 16th. AGE : 17. ZODIAC SIGN : Scorpio. HEIGHT : 5 ft 7 in. EYE COLOR : Dark brown. LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED : Ambidextrous.  FAVORITE COLOR : Light blue / black. SCHOOL : Hogwarts. BLOOD STATUS : Muggleborn. WHAT ARE THEIR PARENTS JOBS? : Her mother was a stay-at-home tutor, and her father was a doctor. ( Her aunt is a therapist. Her uncle is a lawyer. ) DO THEY HAVE ANY MAGICAL BLOOD? : Not in her immediate family. Her fifth, twice removed, much, much older cousin is a wizard (of Emeric Switch fame! Imagine that!) HOW DID THEIR MAGIC FIRST MANIFEST ITSELF? : She wanted to talk to the dogs at the local pet store, and accidentally ‘phased’ through the door. She was found half an hour later just stroking a pitbull puppy which had latched itself onto her. YEAR : Seventh year. HOUSE : Hufflepuff. PATRONUS : Panda. ( THE PANDA IS A RESOURCEFUL ANIMAL, AND THOSE WITH IT AS A PATRONUS ARE THE SAME. THEY ARE GOOD AT USING WHATEVER IS AROUND THEM, AND INCREDIBLY CREATIVE AND BRIGHT. THEY ARE FRIENDLY AND WARM, AND MANY MAY GO TO THEM FOR ADVICE OR HELP, WHICH THE PANDA WILL WILLINGLY GIVE. THEY ARE A BIT OF A HEALER BY NATURE, ENJOYING COMPANY AROUND THEM AND USING IT TO ENHANCE THEMSELVES. THEY LOVE TO EXPLORE MANY AREAS OF KNOWLEDGE AND THE WORLD, TRYING TO BROADEN THEIR HORIZONS AND KEEP THEIR MINDS OPEN. ) BOGGART : Her father, sat in the same armchair he’d always loved. His head turned towards her as he tells her it was all her fault, and the room shrinks. UPDATED: Earlier, and for very good reason, I wrote a drabble centered around what her Boggart would be for a different roleplay. It’s different than what it is now, but I’m nevertheless extremely proud of it. You can read it here. AMORTENTIA : What is it about true love, dearest? What makes everyone go wild? Is it the prospect that someone, someone whole, and unflinching, is out there - waiting for you? Waiting for your embrace, your touch? Or is it just that they are tired - tired of making homes in people and receiving nothing back? You, though. You make homes in all manner of things. And, anyway, who decided homes can’t be humans? Who decided home is a stationary concept? That your heart can’t be held in the hands of many people, that it cannot be crushed and sewn back together in a matter of minutes? Who decided that love, that great big messy concept, has to be romantic? You are as messy in love as you are in life - that is to say, you build pieces of yourself from the people around you, from the pieces of themselves they give you. The skin beneath your ear? Composed of the whispers of secrets from your first boyfriend. Your nose? Your mother’s love. The inside of your wrist? The balm of Emmeline’s arms around your body, shielding you the only way she can.  No. It isn’t so impossible that love is greater than the romance. That love is so many more things. The Greeks of old always said there were many kinds of love. Eros. Agape. Philia. Storge. Ludos. Pragma. Philautia. It is these things that you, alone, recite in that dungeon. The cold seems to envelop you as you take in a breath, the tendrils of your senses magnifying. It can be overwhelming, you know, but you are not as surprised as you expect to be. Warmth, sinking between your fingertips, laps at your cheek, at your lips as you breathe out. It sticks to you, to your tongue. Like caramel and peanut butter, the batter of the cookies your aunt always makes, the s’mores that you made around the campfire just last week. Her hair, or is it her perfume (?) wafting in your direction - regardless, you stay rooted to your place. Daisies, growing wild, the way they had at home, in your back garden. The smell of old brick and something crumbling - that weird Dragonleather smell that stays in the air whenever Hagrid passes, the smell of bursting fireworks (that time that the Marauders hadn’t realized there was anyone still down the corridor) and butterbeer, warming. Your dogs breath, laughter bubbling up as you remark on the smell of toothpaste, on peppermint and mossy treebark.  You’re not surprised to smell all the things that make this place home - you’re not surprised to smell that it’s not made up of just one person - just one thing, fixable - but many. Moving parts that flare up and slide away into the background of your senses. WAND : Phoenix tail feather core. 9 inches. Black Walnut. PETS : Owl, named Athena. Also owns a pitbull, the light of her life, Agape ( LOVE AND AFFECTION ) or Aggie, for short. CHARACTER INSPIRATION : Cinderella, Sonya Rostova, Izzie Stevens, Craig Middlebrooks, Ann Perkins, Ella Lopez, Jess Day, Riley Matthews, Penelope Garcia, Kara Danvers, Capheus Onyango, and Jane Villanueva. ( CHARACTER TAG HERE. )

PART TWO. ARE YOU GOOD AT… DANCING? : I certainly try.  SINGING? : Yes! COOKING? : Somewhat. DUELING? : Never been better. STUDYING? : If my grades are anything to go by, yes. MAGIC? : Uh, I’d hope so.

PART THREE. HAVE YOU EVER… DRIVEN A CAR? : Yes. Not well, though. FALLEN IN LOVE? : … Yes. HAD SEX? : Yes. LAUGHED SO HARD YOU CRIED? : I don’t know anyone who enjoys their life who hasn’t. SMOKED? : ... No. DONE DRUGS? : Nope. BROKEN THE LAW? : Accidentally. KILLED SOMEONE? : No.

PART FOUR. LITTLE SECRETS BIGGEST FEAR : Losing everyone. And everything. SOMEONE YOU ADMIRE : Emme, McGonagall. SOMEONE YOU FEAR : I don’t really know. Dumbledore, when he’s mad. Whatever that ponce of a miserable Muggle hater is called. SOMEONE YOU MISS : Grandpa. Terry. My brother. Mum. Dad. SOMEONE YOU COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT : Emme. Myself, too. SOMEONE YOU COULD KILL : Anyone who hates muggles. DO YOU WANT KIDS? : Maybe someday. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? : To the right person? Yeah. BIGGEST REGRET : Not sleeping in the same room as my brother that night. ( I could have saved him. I should have saved him. ) CAN YOU SEE THESTRALS? : Yes.

PART FIVE. FINISH THIS SENTENCE I AM… : Sleepy. Wishing Emmeline was here. I WISH… : Ice-cream could become a person. MAYBE ONE DAY… : I won’t feel this guilt anymore. SOMETIMES I… : Fall in love in the morning, and out of it by lunch. MY FAVOURITE SUBJECTS ARE… : Herbology. MY LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECTS ARE… : History of Magic, Divination. IF I COULD DO IT AGAIN, I WOULD… : Save my brother. IF I COULD GO TO A DIFFERENT SCHOOL, I WOULD CHOOSE… : Beauxbatons, not Ilvermorny. IF I COULD CHOOSE A DEATHLY HALLOW, I WOULD CHOOSE… : The Stone. ( Say it like it isn’t a mantra, Dorcas. As though it isn’t something that’s poisoned your dreams since discovering those stories may be based in reality. )

PART SIX. MISCELLANEOUS

DESCRIBE THEIR AESTHETIC IN THREE WORDS : Sea, daisies, laughter. THEME SONG : Lavender’s Blue ( CINDERELLA SOUNDTRACK - 2015. ) / Sonya Alone ( BRITTAIN ASHFORD - NATASHA, PIERRE & THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 - ORIGINAL BROADWAY CAST RECORDING. ) / Times are Hard for Dreamers (Pop Version) ( PIPPA SOO - AMELIE - ORIGINAL BROADWAY CAST RECORDING. ) TOP FIVE SONGS IN THEIR ( MODERN ) PLAYLIST : You Are Enough - Sleeping at Last, Yellow - Coldplay, When I Kissed the Teacher - ABBA, Breathe - In The Heights, & Paradise - George Ezra. VINE THAT FITS THEM : ( x ) RANDOM HEADCANONS : 1. Dorcas loves deeply. Deeply, deeply, deeply. It’s intrinsic to who she is. She’s protective, maddeningly so, and unable to sit still. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and is a nightmare when it comes to pacing herself. She knows not of patience, or of taking time to breathe. She consists solely of love - a palace built between her ribs of the people that she loves. In this, she is a typical Taurus Hufflepuff. ( x ) 2. Dorcas lost her parents at a very young age. She doesn’t often speak of it - speak about them, about the parents that she lost and the brother that she was unable to save. They were killed in a home burglary turned murder spree when she was six. They’d been meant to go on holiday, but Dorcas had come down with the stomach flu, so they’d foregone the vacation when it spread to Dorcas’s younger sister, Calliope. The only reason that Dorcas survived was that she managed to climb beneath her bed with her younger sister Calliope facing the wall, only her back visible from the opening created by the duvet. She gets stabbed three times, one of those stab wounds narrowly avoiding piercing her spleen and the major abdominal arteries. She still has the scars on her lower back. Callie was uninjured, and she was the one who managed to get to the neighbors house (by climbing out of the window from the second floor and dropping at least eleven feet). Dorcas remembers, mostly, finding out her parents and brother were murdered. The rest of it often feels incredibly foggy. She went through therapy for a number of years before she was discharged from the North West Surrey Mental Health Trust. The nightmares, today, are infrequent, but some nights are worse than others. She often takes a calming draught before she goes to sleep - provided by Madame Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing.  3. Dorcas’s best friend in the universe is Emmeline Vance. They aren’t in the same house, but that doesn’t matter. They met at eleven, on the train to Hogwarts. Dorcas, with brown hair down to her hip, and Emmeline’s hair newly cut into a bob ( her parents had gone wild at her for that one, ) and that was it. The rest, as they say, is History. If you can’t find Dorcas, she’s usually with Emmeline. 60% of her spare time is spent wherever Emmeline is. They’re one another’s great loves. She doesn’t know what she’d be without Emme.  4. Dorcas wants to be a Herbologist or a Healer when she graduates. She’s not sure how likely that plan is to succeed with everything going on - how far she’ll get before she abandons it all to help the people that she wants to help, desperately. As it stands, 40% of her spare time is spent either in the Potions classroom or the Herbology classroom - Potions is a required course for becoming a Healer.  5. If this were a modern AU, Dorcas’d totally be a theater kid. She’d also be that kid that is always making scrapbooks - always half finishing projects, the one that has too many cacti and exotic plants in the corner of her room. She’d keep her phone on her, always, lockscreen always changing. She’d love bands like Little Mix and butcher the Spanish when she tried to sing songs like Despacito.  6. FUTURE: Dorcas manages to live through the Wizarding War ( well, mostly ) without casting the Killing Curse. She’s fast, she’s quick, and she doesn’t stand still. She’s often the one coming careening past the others, ducking beneath their outstretched arms as light - green, red, blue, yellow - is cast against the ground. She Apparates in and out, as though her being there is a mirage. People, injured, bystanders, disappear from where they’d been only seconds before, as soon as her hand secures around anywhere she can grip on. She works with trembling hands, to heal those that she can. Four separate times she manages to Apparate away from under Voldemort’s nose.  The first time is with her arm hooked under Fabian Prewett, his unconscious body bruised and the cut on his arm infected with what she suspects is a modified strain of the venom of the Venomous Tentacula. The second time is with a handful of wands - all belonging to fellow Order members. The third time is with Dedalus Diggle. He’s a handful, that time, splaying limbs, cracking as they twist around. They have a spell maker in their midst but Dorcas is the only one that can sooth the pain, to make it all more bearable while they try and fix it. The fourth time is with Emmeline. Emme’s far too headstrong for her own good, and knows how rare it is that Voldemort himself makes an appearance. Dorcas is the one that breaks Bellatrix’s focus - the Cruciatus curse trained on her best friend, on her Emmeline, flickers when Dorcas passes, a blur of black leather and hair tied up in a bun, bangs hanging low and the light long since dimmed in her eyes. When Emmeline comes to, the pain still ricochets through her bones, and Dorcas is powerless to help. It takes days for the aftershocks to fade. The faintest roar of rage is still heard in Dorcas’s brain. She’s just too slow, in the end, to save herself, although she doesn’t try. She’s not ready, but she is. She’s not happy, but she is. She knew there was only one way this could end. The one incapable of love striking down the one composed entirely of it is the only end that makes sense in a world at war - in a world in which war stories are not one of morals. War stories are made of absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil. It just takes her years to realize. Years to reconcile. Being soft does not make her immune to this. Being alive doesn’t. She is happy, but it is not a happy ending. No - it’s a very sad beginning.

[ao3feed-goodomens]

Give Me a Show/Book with a Prompt!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ki0Bdv

by omens_of_221B

I've been bored, so if you give me a prompt/ship for drabbles/one shots, I'll do them! Take the ones from the tags bc I knew them best, and if you have any ideas ask!

I won't do pedophilia or incest but other than that idrc

Words: 4, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Mary Morstan, Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Adam Young (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, War (Good Omens), Famine (Good Omens), Pollution (Good Omens), Death (Good Omens), Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Marauders (Harry Potter), Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Moriarty, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel (Lucifer TV), Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Dan Espinoza, Chloe Decker, Eve (Lucifer TV)

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Mary Morstan/John Watson, Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy/Apple, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, The Bentley/Crowley (Good Omens), Cake/Mycroft Holmes, Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens), Chloe Decker/Dan Espinoza, Dan Espinoza/Ella Lopez, Dan Espinoza/Mazikeen, Mazikeen/Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Eve/Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel/Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ki0Bdv

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Evening Reblog

Drinking with the Devil (Day 4 of Hello Spring 2020)

Title: Drinking with the Devil

Summary: When Chloe suggests a night of drinking as a way of blowing off some stress, you never imagined that it would lead to a meeting with a man that would have such an effect on you.    

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez

Word Count: 556

Warnings: None

A/N: @itsbuckysworld is hosting a new challenge - Hello Spring 2020 (check it out here). The prompt for Day 4 is “Cocktail”

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It had been a long day.  In fact, it had been an incredibly long week.  Working for the LA District Attorney was hard but ultimately rewarding.  However the past five days had been some of the hardest you’d ever dealt with in your time working in Los Angeles.  Case after case had passed over your desk – you seen people hurt in the most horrific ways, ways that you wouldn’t even wish upon your worse enemy – and you had decided that the only way to get rid of the horrendous images swirling around your head was to drown them in a vat of alcohol. When Chloe and Ella had suggested a girls night out, you had jumped at the chance.  

You had squeezed into one of the few glamorous dresses that you owned, slipped on a pair of high heels and headed towards downtown LA to meet up with your friends at a club called LUX.  Chloe has insisted that she’d be able to get you all in for free and probably get complimentary drinks too.  That was too good an offer to refuse; your job didn’t exactly pay well and your friends were rolling in the green stuff either so getting something for nothing sounded like the best offer you were going to get that night.

Or that was what you had thought right up until the point that you’d met the owner of the club, one Lucifer Morningstar.  

Keep reading

[swishandflickwit]

Lucifer — nope, sorry, no takebacks 1/1

Summary: In which Ella questions her faith when she finds out the truth about Lucifer.

Ratings: General Audiences

Words: 666

Warnings: Ella & Lucifer friendship fluff. No Deckerstar today fam, sorry.

AN: Thought this timely as Easter/Passover comes to a close. Enjoy!

Also on ff.net | AO3

Other writings

The Devil’s Lucky Number series: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | [ XIII ]

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Ella jumped.

At the other end of her pew, Lucifer held his hands up placatingly.

“It’s only me.”

Right, she chuckled nervously. It’s only the Devil. In church.

No big deal.

He smirked, though the mirth was short-lived when he extended his palm—

“You left this at the precinct.”

—and revealed her necklace.

“I thought it prudent to return it to its rightful owner.”

“Rightful owner, huh?” she glimpsed it, though made no further move at retrieving it. “Not really sure if that’s me, buddy.”

“Odd,” he sighed as he sat. “I thought for sure you were Ella Lopez,” his gaze narrowed playfully at her. “Are you not?”

She cracked a smile, despite the leaden weight in her gut, then settled onto the space beside him. He stretched his arm along the top of the bench behind her, her chain dangling from his fingertips.

For a while it seemed he was content to sit in silence with her, which was new for them both, true—but she refused to break it first.

“I should think,” he conceded, and she would have cheered if his chosen point of conversation hadn’t been the very topic she wanted to avoid, “that this confirmation of your beliefs would have you singing His praises.”

She sighed.

He nudged her shoulder. “Lighten up,” he cajoled.

Tears sprung to her eyes instead.

“How can I? After everything He’s done to you?”

He startled.

“To me?”

She groaned. “You’re not seriously expecting me to worship Him after what He put you through?”

“Rest assured, Ms. Lopez,” he frowned, uncomprehending of her sympathy. “You needn’t concern yourself with me,” he waved flippantly, but she detected the strain in the movement anyway.

“It was a long time ago.”

“That’s not the point,” she cried. “I told you. The day we first met, I said the Devil got a bad rap and I meant that. You Fell, Lucifer!”

He flinched—she had just made the Devil flinch.

She blanched.

“I’m sorry,” she softened. “But how can I trust a Father who would watch his own son burn at His behest—then trust He’ll protect me in return?”

“If it helps,” he teased. “He likes your lot much better than He does me.”

She shook her head, dislodging the tears that had been lining her eyes.

“How can you joke about this?”

“How can I not?” he returned, clearly uncomfortable with her emotional display yet achingly gentle when he brushed a couple tears away.

“It was a long time ago,” he repeated. “And all that? That’s between me and my old man, just as I would never presume to encroach upon your faith in His grace.”

“I should hate Him.”

Even as she said it, her heart croaked in protest.

“Do you?”

Her answer was in the burdensome quiet.

“Ella,” he soothed. “I never have—nor will I ever—begrudge you your relationship with Him. Tell me, have you ever felt as if He had forsaken you?”

“No,” she answered honestly, though she felt pulled in opposite directions.

“Then please, darling, don’t forsake Him—not for someone as inconsequential as me.”

He offered her necklace again, and she wanted to attribute the serenity that overwhelmed her to its restoration—but she knew better.

She was at peace, and she had Lucifer to thank for it.

“You aren’t, you know,” she said, succumbing to her urge to hug him. He sank into the embrace.

“Not what?”

“Inconsequential.”

“Oh,” he exhaled.

She lifted her head from his shoulder so that he couldn’t misinterpret her sincerity.

“Maybe He refuses to forgive you, but I do. I’ve decided you’re worthy of forgiveness so nope, sorry,” she barreled on at his sheepishly contrary expression. “No takebacks.”

If anyone was inconsequential, it was her—tiny, expendable human that she was. But she knew he cared for her, even if he would never admit it. So she hoped, meager as it was.

He, too, would find peace in her forgiveness.

AN: Man, I love these two! Whether together or apart, but mostly together, they are my absolute fave brotp on the show. Should there be any doubt, you should know that this was the longest one I had to cut down yet. It's like the longer I get into this, the longer the drabbles want to be which, no brain! Not the point!!

Anyway, I have bigger Ella & Lucifer brotp stories in the works. This is just me testing the waters on their voices so to speak.

The Deckerstar program shall resume tomorrow. Hopefully. Lol.

Let me know what you think and I’ll see you guys tomorrow!

The Devil’s Lucky Number series: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | [ XIII ]