#lucille the deviless

[queerlilchinchin]

With a Dash of Jealousy

A Lucille, Chef Demon and Natashya short ~

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You ever have that thing that you know shouldn't bother you... you know it's childish to let it get under your skin, but you just can't help it? That thing that boils just below the surface until you just can't hold it in any longer?

Well...

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"Hey, chef, you wouldn't believe the day I just had!" Luc walked into the room with a beaming, pink smile and her phone in hand. I closed the book I was trying to focus on and gave her my attention. My phone was face down on the table next to the couch, at the ready...

"Could it be that you... I don't know... ate food?" I quipped, fingers brushing my phone, knowing already what she was going to say.

She gave a little laugh. "Am I really that predictable?" That was my cue. I snorted, reaching for my phone.

"Yes, but also..." I flipped it over and touched the screen to re-brighten the dimming screen. It was a photo she'd posted an hour prior of the food she was devouring. Rather... the table-sized amount of food she'd surely managed to actually finish. Especially since I saw no doggie bag. She gave a little sheepish grin, face flushing a bit more.

"Mmm, cheating on me, are we?" I asked as I stood to go to the kitchen, knowing she'd follow (which she of course did).

"No, I'd never!" She sounded so serious. It was adorable. "But uhm... they were really good. It's too bad you couldn't join me." She used the little pouty tone that always got her her way... well, almost always.

"Yeah, well I had things to do." She glanced around the place and giggled a little.

"Cleaning up after me?" She asked. I turned to face her, eyebrow cocked, only making her giggle again.

"Well, I met the most interesting woman!" I made a face, remembering the last time she said something like that.

"You did..." I grumbled. Sometimes I wondered if she was more interested in other women than she was in me. She giggled, ruffling my hair like a child.

"Oh, don't look so upset! You're still my favorite!" She teased with yet another giggle. I rolled my eyes.

"So... tell me about this mystery woman." Her hand instantly flew away from my head as I went to grab her favorite beverage - a Coke - and a glass to pour for her while she dove straight into obsessively describing the woman. By the time she finished, I had a clear and vivid image of her in my head.

"Ah... sounds like you have a crush," I said, my tone casual but a little ping of something in my gut.

"Oh, no no no, it isn't anything like that... but my, she really was something!" Her eyes gleamed as it went silent for a moment. I slid the drink over to her as she stared off, clearly remembering this mystery woman. That ping returned again and I cleared my throat just as the glass crashed to the floor.

"Shit! Sorry," she cursed, going to grab the glass.

"Wait!" I dove on the island countertop to stop her but she picked up the glass and cut her hand pretty deeply.

"Fuck!" She hissed, sucking on the cut. I groaned.

"Come, my little devil... let's get that mess cleaned up before you make another mess on top of the one you've already created." I put my hand on her head, leading her toward the kitchen door. She starting huffing objections but I shushed every one. "Miss devil comes first. We'll clean up the coke and glass later."

She continued to protest the whole way until I sat her down on the toilet with a stern look in my eyes. "Sit still. This shouldn't take long if you just sit still." She silenced her protests and sighed, offering the injured finger. I stared at it, taking it gingerly into my hands and heaved a sigh, shaking my head.

"You've really got to be careful. You are in a human body. You're going to end up giving yourself a serious injury if you keep acting so recklessly."

"I'm not used to being mortal," she mumbled, looking away with another pout. I couldn't help but to give the tiniest smile but only continued to gently chide her.

"Exactly. You're used to being able to be reckless. Take it from me... be careful. I don't need you returning to hell without me." She glanced up at me with a look I didn't recognize on her face and it startled me for a moment before I looked away with a blush coloring my cheeks and ears.

"There. Good as new." I offered her her injured finger back. "Now go get your drink. You did well." I patted her head as she stood to bound back out toward the kitchen.

Before I could turn to clean up the wrapper from the band-aid, I heard a loud THUD.

"Oww...." She groaned from the kitchen. Sighing, I shook my head and followed her out, but not before scooping up the wrapper pieces.

"You clutz. What did I just say?" I asked her, staring at where she slumped on the floor, holding her head.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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@lordkingsmith

[hannah-deactivated20220725]

At this very second, nothing, but in general, a comedy story about the devil being a devilESS named Lucille. She was kicked out of heaven, not for the traditional reasons, but because............

... she got addicted to coca cola and when she discovered that addiction, she started stealing everyone’s food and eating everything in heaven. The angels and human souls got sick of her shi- so god kicked her out to hell, where she stole the like biggest chef in heaven to become her head demon. And thus was the start of...

If Luci Was a Foodie!

If you see this, tell me about what you’re writing or what you’re working on

[queerlilchinchin]

With a Dash of Jealousy, part IV

Part I || Part II || Part III

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I woke with a stiff body the next morning. It was still early enough it was dark out. Luc was resting in my arms, her light snores making me smile ever so slightly. I'd noticed since we came to the Mortal Realm that she's been sleeping heavily and so soundly. The fact that she didn't rest in hell was more than evident in the way she slept here.

I didn't want to pull away, but out of respect for her, I gingerly pulled her off of me and carried her up to the bedroom where she slept. I pulled off her shoes and socks and tucked her into bed, stroking her hair, then left the bedroom once more, silently closing the door behind me.

Tiptoeing back downstairs, I returned to her laptop and typed out a response to the article that it was still open to before shutting the damned thing down and putting it on a shelf.

Then came the baking. I always had to make sure the kitchen was supplied with fresh baked and cooked goods for her.

Eventually, covered in flour and sugar that had spilled in the middle of my baking venture, I was finished and set the cake and cookies on the cookie rack to cool.

I slumped on the couch, heaving an exhausted sigh. After everything we'd been through together, I still had these feelings that welled up in my chest every time I even thought of her name. It was so hard for me to focus on other things when it was necessary to, as my thoughts always came back to her. The fact that she became so important and special in my life...

... I sighed, switching the television back on and turned the volume down and the closed captions on. More than likely, I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep that morning. Sometimes Luci will come down sleepily and fall asleep on the couch next to me. Some of the time, she would remain slumbering up in her bed. That morning was different, though.

She sleepily found her way back down to the couch and slumped against the back of it, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

"Sleepy?" I asked, glancing at her face with amusement. She only groaned sleepily and scooted in to press against me and rest her cheek on my shoulder.

I tensed slightly at the contact but said nothing.

She nuzzled her face into my shoulder, mumbling something incoherently to me. There was a pause then her eyes snapped open to look at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"I asked you a question," she said matter-of-factly with the sleep more than evident in her tone.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you'd said. What did you ask me?" Her cheeks flushed a little but she only closed her eyes and pressed her face harder into my shoulder.

"When you were alive, did you ever fall in love?" The question felt so out of the blue. She'd never asked me anything like this before and it make me hesitate.

"Wow, Luc. That's really random. Why do you ask?" I asked awkwardly, wanting to gauge the reason for her interest so I could adjust my response accordingly.

"Just curious," she mumbled, completely relaxed against me. I could feel her body slowly relaxing more and more every second we sat together. I never knew her to be this way with anyone else, but she was so out of touch with emotions that even if it was that she liked me... would she know that's how she felt?

I blushed a little.

"I mean..." I began, still unsure how I should answer her question. "... I was never really focused on romance when I was alive. I was more focused on... well, food."

She let out a small thoughtful hum at my response and nuzzled into my shoulder again, making my muscles tighten nervously.

"How about now?" She asked, continuing with her line of questioning. I hesitated further. Shit, I couldn't actually tell her how I felt, but this was the perfect in to tell her at least that I liked someone.

I couldn't help but to let out a small snort at the thought of how childish I sounded. Oh no I liked a girl and she was expressing interest in my feelings... it all felt so juvenile.

After a moment, she peered up at me with concern. "Should I not have asked?" She asked, sitting up now and looking more awake and worried. I gave a little awkward chuckle.

"No, I like that you show such interest in me. I've never seen you express interest in others as much as you do in me," I said before I could stop myself. I immediately regretted it but her smile she gave in return was priceless.

"You're pretty precious to me, Chef. And not just because your cooking is incredible. You're like... my favorite mortal that ever lived." She gave a beaming smile. I couldn't help but to feel a different sort of pang as my heartbeat picked up speed.

"What about... immortal beings?" I asked slowly. She snorted at the question, looking relaxed once more as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"That goes without saying, I would think. Never really got along with many of them." Now I stroked her hair and smiled to myself. Now would be the perfect time to...

... but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

"Well... since you asked," I said after a beat of silence. "... there was-is-someone." She gave a sleepy but contented smile.

"She's very lucky, whoever she is," she mumbled as she drifted back into slumber. I could feel my heart racing as I listened to her steady and soft breathing.

"Damn it, so close," I whispered, disappointed. Sighing, I rested my cheek on her head and watched the television.

Maybe one day, I could be brave enough to tell her...

Tags!: @lordkingsmith @smol-feralgremlin

[queerlilchinchin]

With a Dash of Jealousy, part II

Read part I here.

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Luc and I sat on the couch. I absently rubbed her head while we watched the show we'd been watching together for some time now.

As we both laughed, she let out a small hiss of pain and I glanced over to make sure she was okay, but she didn't even seem to notice she did it, as her eyes were still fixated on the tv screen. Her hand dug through the mixing bowl, which was half-full of popcorn I made just for her.

"I can't believe she really said that!" She gasped in horror as my eyes finally trailed from her face to glance back toward the television. I remained quiet, having not heard what was said but not wanting to admit it. I'll watch the episode again later when she isn't being so distracting.

I became acutely aware of her scooting in closer and brought my hand back up to her head to start rubbing the sore spot again. It was all I could do not to laugh as she started practically purring with contentment as she pressed in closer.

Moments like these felt so special. It was hard knowing she had no idea how I felt, when we had such tender moments, moments unlike any I had with anyone else in my life. Or death.

She shoveled more popcorn into her mouth and crunched away as I thought about some other instances in the past when I'd tried my best to hold things in but she didn't notice anyway. Times when she was just being too... her and I couldn't help but embrace her. It was like she thought I was this way with everyone, even though she's never seen me like this with anyone.

Though, I suppose, to be fair, it took me forever to realize my own feelings, and I've lived with me my entire life... and afterlife.

She snorted out a laugh, bringing me back to present time. My vision became clear once again as I stared at the tv, hardly registering what was on it.

Would I ever be able to tell her how I felt?

"Hey! That's her!" Luc's voice cut into my thoughts as she pointed toward the tv. "That's the girl I met today! Natashya Drew!" Her finger jabbed at the tv as she stared at me excitedly. I inwardly sighed. This again. Perhaps it was better if I kept my thoughts silent. After all, I never saw her light up like this when she saw me. There was that pang from before again...

"Oh... yes, her," I said absently, refusing to say anything more. Luc's eyes met mine and I quickly glanced away from her, not wanting her to see anything revealing in my expression.

"What's with you, Chef? You've been acting weird since I started talking about her."

"I've not. I've just been worried... about you," I grumbled under my breath, refusing to admit the truth - even to myself. She looked unconvinced but said nothing further as her eyes returned to the tv. My lips pursed tightly together, though I kept quiet.

"Wow, isn't she incredible?" She asked as the person on the screen continued to ramble about some woman and her food psychic job. I glanced at Luc again, feeling the pang in my chest now but said nothing still. She didn't even seem to notice my silence.

I stood, not wanting to watch her squirm over another person anymore and grabbed the bowl out of her hand.

"I'm gonna grab you some more popcorn," I said. Again, she didn't seem to notice me as she murmured, "Woow..."

She was so in awe of this woman.

I was in awe of how clueless she was.

I sighed and walked to the kitchen.

The above images were made from a picrew created by @reelrollsweat :) Super cute picrew, by the way! I've created a few picrew images with it and it's just so cute and has a great variety.

Also in case you are going to be reading this mini-series, tagging you again @lordkingsmith

[queerlilchinchin]

All these tender Chef/Lucille moments... I'm going to feel so bad if they end up with the same fate as Nane/Elizabeth... I couldn't possibly do that twice... could I?

[queerlilchinchin]

With a Dash of Jealousy, part III

Part I || Part II

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As soon as the show ended, Luci got out her laptop she'd bought at a pawn shop soon after arriving in the mortal realm. I cleaned up the bowl that was now empty as I listened to her making "ah" and "hmm" sounds over and over.

"What are you so fascinated by?" I asked after a bit, setting the bowl to the side to dry as I turned to face her. She had that look in her eyes again.

"Oh, this woman is so cool! You wouldn't believe the things she can do! These testimonies of her work are just... wow!"

I should have known better than to ask. My lips pursed tightly again as I slid into a seat at the table and watched her eyes skimming the screen, still making her fascinated sounds.

"Luc, maybe you should put the tech down for a bit," I mumbled, glancing toward the laptop but not wanting to express what actually made me feel that way. She shook her head, eyes not leaving the screen as she leaned in closer. Her eyes flittered around the screen even quicker. I sighed and stood.

"I'm taking a shower," I said simply, leaving to do just that.

In the shower, I contemplated what made me feel so... tense. Even as I scrubbed the soap into my body, I could feel how much tension all of my muscles held in them.

Rolling my shoulders, I closed my eyes and massaged my shampoo into my hair, attempting to calm my thoughts.

She's into this other girl. Just give it up. The thought sounded like a scream as my eyes snapped open. It wasn't as though I'd ever have a shot with the literal ruler of hell.

I snorted at the thought. Like she was anything like what humanity thought she would be like. The idea of what I'd been told all through my life about the devil vs the reality of the devil I'd gotten to know... it was like night and day. And being such a happy being, knowing what people said about her... god, it made her that much more attractive.

And it wasn't even like she tried. She just was that way, effortlessly so. She cared about others. She laughed effortlessly. She felt compassion for the very ones that talked shit about her.

Her attitude was so utterly her own and nothing could break her or make her change.

The fact that someone who was so immensely misunderstood lived her life like she had nothing to prove and yet didn't let it make her bitter...

A sharp knock at the door made me jump. I didn't even notice the shampoo starting to drip down my face.

"Luc? I'm in the shower!" I called as the door started to creak open.

"Wait, I just... uhm..." She sounded awkward as she slid into the room. I could see her shadow against the curtain of the shower and tensed slightly. She usually knew better than to enter the bathroom while I was showering.

"I need your advice," she said, hesitating.

"Can it wait til after my shower?" I asked, trying to make a point that I was bathing and it wasn't appropriate for her to enter without knocking. She didn't seem to notice.

"I guess so... yeah, I'll wait." She didn't say anything more before exiting again and closing the door behind her. I heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Guess thinking hour has been cut short.

I rinsed my hair and the rest of my body then turned the shower off, wrapping a towel around my waist.

I dressed quickly and exited the bathroom, going in search of Luci.

Eventually, I found her in the kitchen, devouring a plate of cookies I'd made that morning.

"Luc?" I asked, frowning now as I recognized the way she was eating. She was definitely eating her feelings. "What has you so stressed out?"

She turned her laptop in my direction and as soon as I read the title of the article, I swallowed down an annoyed groan. I should have known it was about her.

"What is this, Luci?" She turned the screen back to herself and read a portion of the article. "As it turns out, the psychic goes by an alias. Upon further investigation we have found that she was adopted by her half-brother and his ex-wife. It is unknown if she is aware of this fact, as no one has mentioned it and we are unsure if we should bring this up to her."

I started to cut in but she continued.

"... if someone brings it to her attention, please submit below the conversation that ensues." I pulled the laptop out of her vision so she would look back up into my eyes.

"Luci. Please tell me you're not considering doing this." She blinked at me.

"Why? Wouldn't you want to know?" I squeezed the bridge of my nose, trying to think of how to best explain how I felt about all of this without being impatient about it.

"Luci... if she doesn't know about this, how do you think she'd feel about someone she doesn't even know telling her such an intimate part of her life?"

As much as I didn't like how obsessed Luc was about this woman, I also didn't want her to make a fool of herself... or to give someone the wrong impression of her. She was too special and wonderful to go through that. Luci only tilted her head to the side.

"I don't understand... I mean... if you gave me a cookie and told me you made it, but someone knew that you didn't make it and you lied... shouldn't I know?"

This time, I couldn't help but to heave a sigh.

"Lucille... please tell me you don't actually think that's the same." She frowned in confusion.

"Is it not?"

Now I fell silent. How did I explain the nuances of human nature and emotion to a being that had never actually been a mortal like us? How did I explain that she would likely never be acknowledged and possibly even have a restraining order put against her if she did what she was considering doing?

I wet my lips slowly, staring down at the laptop.

"Luci... you trust me, right?" I asked slowly, realizing that there was no way I could make any of this make sense. She had nothing in her world I could reference this to. She had no parent.

"Yes," she said, sounding confused by the question.

"... then just trust me on this. Don't say anything." She was quiet only a moment before she started to giggle.

"You silly! Of course I trust you. Why do you think I went into the bathroom to ask your opinion? You're the only person I'd trust to not steer me wrong! You always have my best interest at heart."

Her words made my throat tighten as I swallowed hard. That was the closest I think she'd ever gotten to telling me she loved me.

The devil, of all people, trusted me. It felt rather special to be able to say.

"Well... good. Because... because it's true," I said after a moment, feeling dumb, the way I spoke. Unable to say anything further, I turned to clean more of the kitchen. It was already spotless, so I just went back over the counters with my sponge.

"Chef?"

I heard a small shuffling from behind me for a second then felt a gentle touch on my back. I sighed, pausing a second before facing her.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?" The concern was evident on her face and I almost felt ready to tell her, but how do I tell her after she just expressed being so obsessed about someone else that she found personal information about them on the internet they may not have even known about themself?

My lips tightened and my fingers squeezed the kitchen counter til my knuckles turned white.

But...

"Nothing. I'm fine, really." I gave a tense smile and turned back to scrubbing the kitchen counter.

"You know... when I'm feeling anxious or negative feelings, you always offer to rub my shoulders," she said, plucking the sponge from my hand and tossing it into the sink. I opened my mouth, reaching for it in silent protest. "Let me return the favor!"

Again, my muscles tightened. She'd never offered to give me a backrub before... why was she now?

But rather than protesting or questioning it, I allowed her to lead me to the couch, where she proceeded to give me the worst, yet the best backrub I'd ever had before.

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tagging: @lordkingsmith, @smol-feralgremlin

[queerlilchinchin]

Figured I'd show you all a video of what it looks like up to now. :D

[queerlilchinchin]

OH MY GOD.

I have this image of Lucille the foodie devil with a nose bleed and like smirking like she's hitting on someone and like...

I've captioned it "talk foodie to me." xDDD

@lordkingsmith (since she's your favorite OC)

[queerlilchinchin]

Golden Girls Theme Song Lyric Rewrite

A rewrite of Thank You For Being a Friend from Golden Girls.

Lyrics:

Thank you for being a cook You are on my mind no matter where I look Your meals are true You're a pal and a confidant And if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew you would see the biggest smile would be from me And my watering mouth would say "Thank you for being a cook"

[queerlilchinchin]

Progress on my chat website:

Step One: Select who you're chatting with (for now, Luci's the only option)

Step Two: agree to the silly & serious disclaimer

Step Three: Pick a name to go by.

Step Four: Let the chatting commence!

So...

I don't recall if I talked about it here or just in private conversation, but I've been wanting to do a "chat bot" website where you can chat with my characters... but I've come up with a way I can combine my love of encouraging others with my love of my characters and the idea of chatting with them.

So I'm probably going to have like a page on the website where you can just get creative encouragement from my characters in their voices instead of my voice.

I think it'd be fun.

"I hear you're here to get a bit of uplifting."

-Yeah, I've been struggling a bit -Yes. -Yes, I could use a bit of an uplift. -Nah, I just wanted to chat with you.

Choose an option above

And according to what you say...

"I'm sorry you're going through a hard time. What exactly are you struggling with, if I may ask?"

-I'm just not feeling like I'm doing a very good job portraying my ideas in writing form. -I'm having a hard time with pacing and am starting to feel like maybe I'm not such a great writer after all. -I'm struggling with imposter syndrome. -I don't really know, I'm just not feeling very good about my writing these days.

"You know, everyone goes through rough spots with their creative endeavors. It isn't something to look down on yourself over. I hope that you can recognize what you're doing right. Not everything you're doing is wrong, surely."

-Yeah, I guess you're right. -No, it really feels like everything I do is wrong.

"Can you tell me one thing you're doing well? Just one thing."

-My descriptions are coming out pretty vividly. -My dialogue sound realistic, and I'm pretty proud of that. -My action sequences are coming out flawlessly. -I'm doing a pretty good job of making my words flow well. -Other.

(tagging @lordkingsmith because I think you'd love this idea)