#maze x linda

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Undercover gay couples

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favorite platonic relationships: linda martin and mazikeen “Of all my friends, Linda is one of the few I do not actively root against.”

[the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl]

Maze- I am mentally stable

Linda- Maze I watched you cry this morning because you ran out of Cheerios

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SO IT GOES - chapter 2

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, slight sexual language Wordcount: 5.9K A/C: SURPRISEE we're back!! again, be prepared for a slow burn y'all, don't expect anything big anytime soon (sorry). anyway got lots of love for chapter 1 so ty for that and being so patient with me over christmas! hope you had a good time over the holidays aand again send me your thoughts on the chapter! NOW GO READDD

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Before London

“After you ma’am.”

Trey presses his keycard against the reader on the door, pulling it open for me. I can already feel myself regretting leaving my hair down, the spring breeze not as gentle as I’d hoped, causing my black strands to fly all over my face. Hurrying inside, Trey follows after me into the corridor. The moment he shuts the door I miss the wind, the heat inside College Park Center stifling me.

“Is it always this hot?” I ask, already fanning myself, my chunky knitted sweater a horrible choice for the temperature.

“Holy shit, no,” The guy walking in front of me groans, opening another door at the end of the corridor and letting us into another room, lined with doors. I already knew I was bound to get lost here, the identical doors and hallways making it feel like a maze. A security guy walks by us, but Trey stops him, asking about the heat.

“Yeah man, AC is broken,” the guy complains. “Should be fixed tomorrow.”

Great, and for once I thought I could get away with wearing a sweater. 

“Nothing works around here huh? Can’t wait to get out of this damn arena,” Trey says as we walk off, me following after him, my heels tapping against the floor echoing up and down the narrow hallway.

“When’s that gonna be? 2026 right?”

“Yeah,” Trey says, abruptly turning right into another almost identical hallway. 

“Someone’s gonna have to draw me a map of this place,” I laugh, already feeling the sweat dripping down my back and breathing becoming laboured in the heat. 

The man laughs, interrupted by the sound of balls bouncing off the floor faintly somewhere far away. “You’ll learn, your keycard should be coming next week.”

It was the first of what I already knew would be many times at College Park Center. Linda had sent us to come get some footage of the arena, simultaneously encouraging us to get some clips of Paige Bueckers’ first official practice. 

I knew it was my first proper test. I had made a few posts here and there already in the past week but this was the first time it was just me, Trey and his camera. No script, no guidance. It was up to us to figure it out, and watching Linda closely in the past week she didn’t seem too impressed by Trey. So it was on my shoulders, like always. Which was fine by me, I was used to it. Being the one to carry the load - work, relationships, friends, you name it.

Finally the man beside me comes to a stop, unlocking the door beside us.

”This is for the media team. The players are around that corner closer to the court.”

I step into the small room, two leather couches in the corner, a couple desks lined up, a fridge and Dallas Wings merch and posters covering the walls. The lack of windows made the room feel tighter than it was, and the slight musty smell didn’t make my first impression more favourable.

”Welcome to our office,” Trey grins, reading my uncomfortable expression.

”It’s… cozy,” I say, not believing a word that spills from my lips. Trey laughs, hand wrapping around my shoulder. I still wasn’t used to how touchy people in Dallas seemed to be, or at least Trey, but it didn’t make me cringe and tense up anymore.

”You can also work anywhere else in the building,” he comforts me and I sigh in relief.

“Oh thank heavens,” I chuckle, pulling the knitted sweater off, leaving me in low waisted, white, flowy pants resting on my hips, and a silky leopard print top, with thin straps holding it up. If I was dressed this way for my previous job in London I surely would’ve been fired, but what I had found out in the past week was no one at the Wings cared to dress corporate, most younger workers dressing in sneakers and hoodies. I notice Trey watching me for a while, his gaze quickly averting when I catch his eye.

“Well,” I say sitting down on the desk, “Shall we throw some ideas around?”

-

It felt good to be back on the court. After my last season at Uconn I felt ready, focused, like I was on fire. What felt even better was Koclanes had made sure to make it clear for everyone - I’m a point guard, no reason I shouldn’t be running offense instead of the nonsense Geno had me doing last season. 

Honestly, it was such a relief I had to fight back tears hearing it. All season I had fought to do what Geno wanted me to, I wanted to be the perfect player, to make him proud. I think in the end I had done so, but God it would’ve been so much easier if I just got to run the ball. 

“P!” I hear Arike’s voice from behind me, somewhere on the left. Trying a no-look pass, I let the ball fly. Turning around I realise she's nowhere near where I thought she was. We had a lot of work to do, I knew this. But I missed my girls. I knew them better than anyone, knowing where they were each moment of the game, where I could easily find them. Now I had to start from scratch once again.

“My bad,” I laugh, wiping sweat off my forehead. Of course the AC had broken down the day of my first official practice in this hellhole. Instead of cancelling, we all agreed to take lots of breaks and we had all undressed to our sports bras and shorts. Still, the sweat is dripping down my neck and back, and my chest heaves fiercely.

“Paige, Arike, Tea, take a break before you get a heatstroke,” Chris yells from the sidelines. Gratefully, I jog to the seats and sit down, chugging water, Arike sitting right next to me. We both knew it would take a while for us to build that chemistry the team needed us to have. Thankfully, I really liked her already. Could’ve been worse I guess.

“P,” Arike mumbles breathlessly, elbowing me. 

“Get your sweaty ass off me,” I jokingly complain, making the girl snicker to herself.

“Just look behind us,” Arike groans, nodding her head backwards. Turning my gaze, I nearly fall off my seat. About ten rows behind us, Zari is sitting cross-legged, her hair down not in the neat, tidy way as usual but unruly, soft waves falling over her shoulders. The curves of her breasts are visible all the way from here, left strand of the slinky top falling off her shoulder, forehead glistening with sweat. Even so, she makes me feel breathless.

It had been nearly a week since I last saw her, and I had spent that entire time convincing myself I was delusional - there was no way anyone could be as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Now watching her whispering with Trey, I realised it wasn’t a figment of my imagination. Clearing my throat I turn back, shrugging, acting like it made no difference to me. I didn’t need the other girls to clock how much I’d been thinking about Zari. Which had been more that I’d like to admit.

“It’s your girlllll,” Arike giggles, finger poking my shoulder.

“Alright, enough,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. Before I can stop her, Rike is waving them over.

“Bro,” I scoff in a whispered voice, quickly rubbing the soft towel against my skin, wiping as much sweat off as I can. Great, here comes this perfect, poised, classy girl and I’m here sweating like a sinner in church, red in the face, half naked, hair falling out of my bun. 

“Whatchu guys doing here this early?” Arike asks as Trey and Zari come up to the row of seats behind us. I’m still wiping the towel against my neck, giving an awkward smile to the pair.

“We’re here to play, clearly. Can you not tell by my fit?” Zari asks, her gravelly voice smooth like butter in my ears. My eyes roam her body, watching the way her midriff is exposed from how low waisted her pants are, her stomach slightly soft, light brown skin peeking out. Eyes travelling upwards my eyes take in her chest, and my mouth goes dry. 

Arike kicks my ankle, and I realise everyone’s noticed my staring - no, my ogling. Face going bright red I rub my jaw, looking for any save. At least say something Paige.

“You look… nice,” I murmur, making Arike cover her mouth to hide her chuckling. 

But instead of calling it out or embarrassing me more, Izara merely smiles and quickly brushes her fingers through the long, black ends of her hair.

“Thank you Paige.”

Paige. Paige. Suddenly, for a fleeting moment my name becomes my favourite word, the way it sounds from her lips making my heart race. 

“Haven’t seen you around the building, neighbour,” she grins, her hand reaching to squeeze my shoulder. It’s sweaty. I know when she quickly pulls away.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty as hell,” I chuckle awkwardly.

She scoffs, easily waving it off with her hand. “Isn’t that your job anyway?”

I smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck, hoping she might notice the flex of my arm. God what was I doing? She was probably straight anyway. And I had promised to stay celibate. Besides I don’t think she likes me anyway, even as a friend. Are we even friends? Probably not, we’d talked like one time. I’d like to be her friend though, I think. Wait, everyone’s quiet. Fuck, what did she say.

“Uh, yeah?” I mumble, not sure what to say.

“It was a hypothetical question darling,” she giggles. “Does anyone have a towel please? I feel like I’m sweating too.”

Immediately I hand her the one on my shoulder, drenched with my sweat.

“Paige I’m pretty sure she wants a clean one,” Arike says, grabbing a fresh towel from underneath the bench. 

“Oh right,” I murmur, laughing at myself. To my delight, the black haired girl laughs too.

“I mean I could get some good money selling that,” she chuckles, wiping the towel against her glistening neck.

“Yeah, her fans are something else,” Trey adds, and suddenly I’m reminded that he’s there too, my focus all on the girl standing behind me.

“Speaking of your fans, can we get you in for a clip later? Only for a moment, I promise,” Zari pleads, batting her eyes at me. There’s no universe in which I could say no.

“Sure, whatever you need.”

-

“I must tell you Izara, Jasper came over today. Brought back some of your things. He’s such a considerate young man, he had packed everything so nicely. Not a single plate was broken. Now I know I know, not that hard but men are a bit dim sometimes. I can’t even tell you how many plates your father would’ve broken if I ever let him pack any-”

“Muuuum,” I groan, her rambling about my ex-fiancee making my heartrate pick up quickly. I turn the phone away to roll my eyes out of sight from my mother on facetime.

“Anyways, he came over and Izara. That man looked so poorly, like he hadn't slept or eaten. I just feel so bad, he’s really upset Izara.”

“Mum,” I try to stop her but as always, she barely hears me.

“I just don’t understand why you ended things. He’s a good man. Good men are so hard to find Izara,” my mom preaches, the same words that I’d heard nearly daily since I informed my parents about our breakup. My brother had been more supportive, he’d never liked Jasper. At least there was someone in my family who saw him for what he really was from the get go.

“Mum, if we keep talking about this I’m going to end the call, please. I already told you that I don’t want to talk about it,” I finally assert myself, hearing my mother let out a frustrated huff.

“Fine. Fine! You do need to tell me one day though, because I don’t understand any of this nonsense of-”

Taking a deep breath I close my eyes, trying to swallow my frustration. I can’t. “Mum, I’m really tired. I’ll call you back tomorrow after work, okay. I gotta edit some posts anyway.”

With that I hang up, throwing my phone on the bed as I sit on the bedroom floor. Running my fingertips through my hair I lie down. Just for a moment. Then I’ll get back to work.

Chewing on my cheek I fight the tears threatening to spill over. I didn’t want to cry. No, I refused to. I just wish I could get my parents to shut up about it. I didn’t want to think about it anymore, of Jasper, of the hell I went through the past year.

As I take deep breaths to calm myself down, suddenly I notice a faint bitter, acrid smell. Abruptly getting up I search my apartment for something burning, checking everything I could think of until I realise it’s coming from the stairway. Putting on a pair of slippers and grabbing my keys I slip outside, walking around to find the source of the smell - until I end up behind Paige’s door.

Without thinking about it further, my hand firmly knocks three times on the door, other hand subconsciously brushing through my hair to flatten it, hoping I looked at least presentable. 

I found the blonde interesting. Whenever I observed her, she seemed to have this insane confidence, this incredible skill to put people at ease, to get them to like her. It would’ve been so easy for Paige Bueckers to be just another entitled basketball star. However, she was anything but that. Yet, around me, she seemed to tense up for whatever reason. I had a feeling she didn’t like me at all.

When the door opens, Paige is standing there looking discombobulated, eyes widening further when she sees it’s me on her doorstep. The blonde is holding her nose, still just in a sports bra and grey sweats hanging low on her hips, boxers showing just the tiniest bit reminding me of how a teenage boy might dress. And I might’ve poked fun at it but something about it suited her, made her even more charming.

“Zari! Uh, hey,” she murmurs, holding her nose.

“Is that smell coming from yours?” I ask, the scent getting even stronger now. “I can smell it all the way in my apartment.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” she groans, cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I didn’t know microwave meals can burn.”

“Evidently,” I chuckle, glancing over Paige’s broad shoulders into the apartment. It was the same as mine, though looked to be bigger. The same white walls, cold and sleek and modern. Suddenly I hear her stomach rumbling, making Paige bring her hand to the bare skin there and letting out an awkward chuckle.

“Sorry,” she murmurs but I shake my head.

“You’ve got to stop apologising so much love,” I could feel all the nurturing bones in my body beginning to take over, as this poor, hungry, younger girl stands in front of me, in an apartment smelling like smoke. “Did you open all the windows?”

“Oh right, I should prolly do that,” Paige murmurs, looking back into the apartment, stomach rumbling again. I couldn’t help it, I felt pity towards the girl.

“I was just about to make dinner actually, do you want to come downstairs while you let your place air out?” I ask, inviting Paige over. 

“Uh…” she mumbles and I can feel my stomach twisting in anxiety. Why would I be anxious? So what if she says no? I really didn’t want her to though for some reason, maybe I just needed a friend that bad. 

“Ion wanna bother you if you got something to do,” Paige says, swinging back and forth on her feet. 

“You’re not! I’m offering,” I insist. 

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“Aight. Thank you.”

With that Paige grabs a navy Uconn hoodie, her keys and phone before we make our way down, her blue eyes watching me unlock my door. She steps into my apartment, looking around. Not that there was much to look at yet, the walls were blank and the basic furniture was sitting where it had been placed for me. 

“I haven’t really decorated yet,” I murmur, following the blonde girl in.

“I can see that,” she chuckles, blue eyes roaming the space. I watch as she takes steps further, and can’t help but grimace at her shoes.

“Sorry, but could you take your shoes off please?” I ask carefully.

“Yes ma’am,” Paige obeys without thinking, kicking her sneakers off and placing them neatly next to the wall. The way she bends to my will quickly, so eager to please, makes my face burn up for some reason.

“So you’re hungry?” I ask, walking into the kitchen with the blonde following close behind.

“I’m starving, but you don’t need to be cookin’ for me, we could just order a lil something? Or go out?” She suggests, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

I wave her off, grabbing my big chalkboard which had every meal planned in advance, a column for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

“No no no, I like to cook. Especially for other people, so really, you’re doing me a favour,” I insist, feeling her come up from behind me to peek over my shoulder at the board. My skin tingles as the heat of her body radiates off of her, the pounding of my heart not letting up. Must be the Dallas heat making me all loopy.

“You weren’t joking about being a planner huh?” She chuckles, her finger scanning over the text as she reads. 

“I just like to be organised. I don’t see any harm in being prepared.”

For a moment she stands close behind me, reading. I can feel her breath on my bare shoulder, goosebumps spreading down my arm.

“Damn, you can cook all this stuff?” Paige asks, clearly impressed. 

“Well, yes. I like to cook,” I chuckle, putting the board down and turning to the girl behind me. “I could teach you, if you’d like?”

“Who says Ion know how to cook,” she scoffs, our eyes locked in each other’s gaze. I realise this must be the longest she’s held eye contact with me yet. Not used to it, I look to the floor and shrug.

“The burnt smell coming from your apartment does,” I tease, opening the fridge next to the girl, everything neatly organised. “Now, what would you like to eat Paige?”

-

“Like this?”

“Oh, well, almost. Let me show you darling.”

Suddenly her hands are on mine, guiding the knife through the vegetables as she stands next to me. 

“See, you don’t need to lift the knife, keep the tip on the board, got it?”

Honestly I barely take any of it in, my heart beating so loudly I was sure Zari could hear it. My skin tingles as her shoulder presses against my arm, my eyes locked on how our hands look together. Her brown skin makes mine look paler, the long nails on her slender fingers making mine look stronger, more masculine. To my dismay, Zari’s hand lifts off mine and she steps back as if suddenly aware of our closeness.

”Now why don’t you try for me?”

For her? I didn’t know her well at all, but everything about her had me wanting to do anything for her. 

So I do as she says, doing my best to follow her advice, my brows furrowing in concentration. I watch as the knife cuts the pepper into pieces, uneven in size. I wasn’t very good at this cooking thing, I should probably consider getting a personal chef. Maybe I could hire Zari and have her cooking for me in a maid dress, or in lingerie. Okay no, I gotta focus.

”There you go, good job Paige,” Zari murmurs, watching closely, her hand coming up to rub my shoulder. ”You’re doing so good.”

I swallow, my throat bobbing. It’s almost embarrassing, the heat between my thighs when I hear her say those words, her praise making my mind spin, her touch leaving fire in its wake. God, I need to get a grip.

”Uh, do I add them to the salad?” I ask flustered.

”Yes! Let me check on the chicken,” Zari smiles, taking the food out of the oven. The smell is making my mouth water, why doesn’t chicken ever smell like that.

”Yo that smells so good,” I groan. ”What spices did you use?”

”A lot,” the girl laughs. ”I can write down the recipe for you?”

”O-okay,” I mumble. The time spent together had only turned me more tense, I was just hoping she couldn’t see it.

”Go into the living room love, I’ll make your plate. Would you like some wine?”

Before I can think, a yes slips through my lips, too discombobulated by the nickname. I didn’t even like wine. 

Cussing to myself in my head, I walk into the living room, eyes roaming the identical furniture to mine. Except hers was neater, and the only decorations in the room a vase of white lilies on the coffee table and a colourful chart hung on the wall. Looking closer I realise it’s a fully colour-coded schedule, every minute planned in advance. Jesus this girl was wound up tight.

I plant myself on the couch, Izara soon bringing me a plate of quite possibly the most delicious looking chicken salad I’d ever seen and a glass of white wine. The dark haired girl sits in a black leather chair facing me.

“Oh my God,” I groan, my mouth full of food. It was delicious. Zari laughs, lifting her glass.

“Cheers.”

”Cheers,” I smile, grabbing the glass, trying to hide the scrunch in my face as I sip the white wine, the bitter taste filling my mouth.

Zari lets out a soft laugh, noticing my expression. ”You don’t like it?”

I shake my head, my eyes still closed. ”I hate wine,”

”Why didn’t you say something Paige? You don’t have to drink it, poor girl.”

I laugh at myself, placing the glass on the coffee table. 

”I dunno man,” I rub the bridge of my nose. 

There’s a moment of both of us chuckling filling the room till it goes quiet again. I recognise a sliver of unsureness on the other girl’s face, something I’d never seen before.

”Can I ask you something?” She asks, voice softer than I’m used to. I nod.

”Did it upset you when I didn’t recognise you that first time I saw you?”

Her bluntness shocks me. I put my fork down, shaking my head. ”No, not at all,” I reply. 

She thinks for a while, putting the plate down on her lap and watching the floor. ”I’m just getting a sort of feeling that you don’t really like me much.”

I’m shocked, confused. Our eyes meet for a moment but surprisingly, she looks away. The way she says it seems lighthearted, casual, like we’re talking about the weather or something.

”Huh? No, not at all Zari,” I say urgently, chasing for her gaze. She meets my eyes, shrugging. From the outside she didn’t seem bothered at all by the possibility of me hating her, if it wasn’t for the way she was fiddling with her golden necklace.

”I don’t quite know how to explain it. You just seem a little uncomfortable around me.”

Okay. Apparently I hadn’t been as slick as I thought. In the midst of trying to hide the little innocent crush I had, I’d come off so cold and withdrawn now Zari thought I didn’t like her. Great.

I sigh, feeling a heat rise to my face. ”Shit Zari, I’m sorry,” I say, knowing there was no other way of explaining my behaviour.

”I’mma be honest, and don’t take this the wrong way. But you’re pretty intimidating.”

She thinks for a while, taking a bite of her food and swallowing before speaking again.

“How come?” Zari asks, tilting her head.

“You seem like a woman who knows her shit, and you got this mad confidence too,” I admit, picking at my cuticles. “You’re also really pretty. So yeah. Intimidating.”

I swear, for a fleeting moment, her face flushes red - but only for a second. Then she laughs and nods.

“Huh, I must work on that,” Zari says more so to herself. I shake my head.

“Nah I like that, but honestly I just feel stupid as hell around you.”

“Well you are American,” she says seriously, but the twinkle in her eye tells me she’s teasing. 

“Alright now, best country in the world,” I grin, making both of us burst into laughter. Zari sips her wine, shaking her head.

“Just to be clear Paige, I do not think you’re stupid,” she hums, meeting my gaze. A look on her face that tells me she’s being genuine.

“Okay, my turn to ask a question then,” I say, leaning back on the couch. Zari crosses her legs in her chair, intrigued.

“Are we playing 21 questions?” She asks, teasing again. “Pretty sure the last time I played this was in uni with this guy who was trying to shag me.”

It’s a tempting idea, but I shake my head swiftly. “Nah, just wanna get to know you.”

“Well go ahead.”

“You’re from London right? What in the hell got you to move to Dallas, Texas out of all the places in the world.”

Zari thinks for a while, looking up at the ceiling and shifting on her chair to get more comfortable.

“I used to work summers at this pub in Leicester Square, All Bar One. It’s horrific, super touristy and the pay wasn’t great,” the girl starts. “And there was this older man who came to London the same week every summer I worked there. He was from Dallas and told me all these stories about it being the greatest city in the world.”

“And you believed him?” I ask amused.

The girl laughs. “No, absolutely not. But then I was uh… well let’s just say going through some stuff and saw a job offer in Dallas and thought of him and took it as a sign I suppose. Not that I believe in signs but.”

I don’t pry, but I do notice the way her right hand squeezes into a fist as she talks, telling me she was really affected by whatever she was talking about.

“My turn,” she says to change the subject. “You miss Uconn?”

Easy question. “Like crazy,” I start. “‘M not used to living alone.”

“The silence right before you go to sleep is the worst,” Zari says, like reading my mind.

“Exactly,” I reply. Our eyes meet for a moment, in a silent exchange. We might be really different, but she gets me. “Miss having friends.”

“Aren’t we friends?” The girl asks, her eyes studying me.

“Are we?”

“I think we are,” she hums. “Or could be, if you’d like. It’s not that I’ve got friends here either.”

I think for a moment, looking at the empty plate on my lap. Friends. That’s all I could want.

“I’d like that Zari,” I murmur. A silence falls over us, now more comfortable than before. 

“Sooo, why haven’t you decorated?” I ask. Zari chuckles and shrugs, looking around the living room.

“I only have a visa for a season. Seems like a waste to start turning this place into a home,” the girl explains.

I furrow my brows, studying her face. “What’s the point of coming here then? If you’re not tryna make it home?” I ask, and my words hit me just as hard as they do Zari. The past couple weeks I had spent moping around, feeling sorry for myself, refusing to move forward. Maybe it was time to accept that this is my home, that maybe I should be trying a little harder to make it so.

“I mean I got some shelves but I realised I don’t have a drill so I can’t put them up,” she says, pointing to the wooden boards leaning against the wall in the corner.

“I got a drill.”

She turns to me, surprised. “You do?”

I nod, feeling proud that I might just get to save her once more. “Yeah, my dad got me a tool set when I moved.”

“Smart man, do you know how to use it though?” Zari questions, making me scoff.

“Of course I do,” I say offended, though I hadn’t used it more than once before. Finally I get up from the couch, grabbing the girl’s empty plate from her. She begins to stand up too.

“Nah, you sit Zari, I’mma put the dishes away and go get that drill, aight?” I say. She looks up at me, eyes wide, surprised, studying my face. Like she wasn’t used to this. Eventually she nods, her mouth stretching into a smile. She’s pleased, I could tell. It made me wanna do more. “I’ll get you another glass of wine too.”

It’s her turn to go speechless, as she hands me the empty glass. I can still feel her eyes on me as I walk out of the room.

-

“Are you sure I can’t help?”

“I got it, sit down.”

“But, are you sure you can keep it str-”

“Zari, please sit down and drink your wine. I got it.”

Letting out a frustrated huff, I plop myself onto the soft couch, resting against the cushions. My eyes are locked on the blonde, her veiny hand wrapped around the drill, the muscles of her back flexing from the strain of holding the shelf up.  

I huff again, sipping on the wine and crossing my legs. I felt useless just watching her like this. I was so used to doing everything for myself, letting someone else work for me felt entirely backwards. Still, a part of me was enjoying being taken care of this way.

Done with the shelves, Paige takes a step back to admire her work. “Uhh, I don’t think it’s straight.”

“What?!” I ask, sitting up to see better.

She turns to me, a big grin on her face. “Kidding.”

I throw a pillow at the blonde, laughing too.

“You’re not very good at that huh?” She asks, dodging.

“At what?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“At relaxing,” the blonde says, taking a sip of a can of Coke. She’s got a point so I don’t argue. I was wired that way, being tense was part of me, a tightness in my shoulders constantly a reminder of my brain working overtime.

“I’m not the relaxing type,” I answer, standing up to look at the shelves on the wall. I gasp noticing she’s done well, even to my standards. It wasn’t lopsided at all.

“Did I do a good job?” Paige asks as I walk to stand next to her, finishing the last sip of wine.

“Mhm,” I nod, noticing a tingle running up my arm as our hands brush together for a fleeting second. Strange, must be the wine. “You did good, thank you Paige. I owe you.”

The blonde scoffs, leaning close enough for our arms to press against one another. I smell a hint of her shampoo, fruity, apple maybe? Either way, it must have been the closest I had been to a person since me and Jasper called it off.

“You made me dinner, you don’t owe me nothing,” she chuckles. I feel her eyes on me, seeing the way her face is turned to me in my peripheral vision. I could feel my chest heaving, not quite sure why.

Paige points to the colour coded schedule on the wall. I knew it seemed excessive, neurotic even. But it was the only way I got everything done. My life wasn’t easy, far from it. I had always been one to plan, but ever since my break up structure seemed like the only thing keeping my life from falling apart.

“You follow that forreal?” Paige asks, walking closer to the schedule to read through it. 

“What’s the point of having it if I don’t,” I point out, watching as her blue eyes roam the different colours. Shaking her head, she turns to me.

“You ever take a break?”

I chuckle, leaning in to point out the yellow text on the paper. “Yes, I got it scheduled in.”

“It says you should be working right now,” Paige says.

I nod. “I know.” I knew it by heart.

Paige’s blue eyes land on my face for a moment, studying me. I could feel the wine making my cheeks heat up, so I look away, back to the shelves the blonde had put up for me. The idea made my heart flutter, someone doing something like that just for me. Without expecting anything in return.

“Well,” the taller girl grabs her toolkit. “I should prolly head out and let you work.”

I feel a slight disappointment deep in my gut, hoping she would stay a little longer. After all, she was the only friend I had. But I knew what the schedule said. 

Thursday 7:00PM-9:30PM work

So I nod, following the girl to the front door, watching her put her shoes on.

“Thanks for dinner,” the blonde smirks, lids heavy as she looks down at me. My skin burns, I must have forgotten to turn the AC up after work.

“Thank you for the drilling,” I say which makes Paige let out a loud laugh. Realising what I said, I cover my face with my hand, joining her. “I mean, for the shelf.”

“Right,” Paige grins, wiping her lower lip with her thumb. “You ever need help relaxing, I’m right upstairs.”

Her voice is hoarse, deeper than usual. For a moment I think she’s flirting with me, trying to imply something entirely different than one might think at first. But I quickly shake the idea off. That wine really went to my head.

“I’ll see you Paige,” I murmur, watching her go, closing the door behind her.

I stand there for a moment, still a hint of her shampoo in the air. Turning left I eye the kitchen, everything perfectly in place just how I liked it. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had cleaned for me. Jasper always claimed my standards were too high, that it was impossible for a person to fulfill my requirements. But looking at my kitchen now I had no complaints. Maybe there really were people out there that wouldn’t always disappoint me. Maybe Paige was one of them.

My eyes land on the hoodie draped over the back of a chair, navy blue and too large to be mine. I pick it up, looking at the Husky decorating the front, and I know I’m either mad or much more wine drunk than I realised when I lean in and press my nose against it, inhaling the scent, a mix of skin and deodorant and sandalwood. Returning back to my senses, I quickly pull away and neatly fold it, urgently hiding it in my wardrobe and closing the doors. 

“Jesus Izara,” I mumble to myself, making my way to my desk to work, the faint scent of sandalwood still apparent in the air around me.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: I’m Starting a Rebellion to humble Michael

Summary: Michael the firsts of his many unforgivable acts.

            “(Y/N)!” Em ran into (Y/N)’s room, eyes wide.

            “What?” (Y/N) jumped to their feet. Em looked at them worriedly.

            “Dan’s been hurt. Badly,” said Em. “Lucifer is at the hospital—”

            “I’m coming,” said (Y/N).

            The pair were racing out the door a minute later.

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            Everyone sat anxiously in the waiting room. Chloe, Trixie, Linda, Amenadiel, Mazikeen, (Y/N), Em, and Lucifer all sat in silence. No one moved or spoke until the doctor came out. And then the announcement came.

            Daniel Espinoza was alive but would be out of commission for several months, at least. He had been critically injured and lost extreme amounts of blood. Even at that exact moment, he hadn’t awoken from the anesthesia they administered for his surgery.

            Chloe broke down in tears of relief, holding Trixie to her. Maze put her head into her hands and took long, shuddering breaths. Em held her, trying to support the demon in her state of shock. Linda and Amenadiel held each other’s hands tightly in support, Linda knowing just how lose Amenadiel and Dan were. Lucifer collapsed in his chair in relief, and (Y/N) hugged him tightly.

            Dan was alive. He would be alright. He was alive.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, and the pair rose. (Y/N) furrowed their brow and followed them.

            “Did they get who did this?” said Amenadiel.

            Lucifer shook his head and swallowed. “Not yet.”

            “Why?” whispered Amenadiel softly. “Why did this happen?”

            “Foreign mercenaries hunting down stolen objects from dead bodies,” said Lucifer, voice shaking in anger at the very case that had gotten Dan hurt. “A supernaturally strong human, Dan’s almost-dying words about someone named Caleb.”

            Amenadiel looked up in alarm.

            “I don’t know,” said Lucifer. “None of it makes sense.”

            “Amenadiel, do you know the name?” said (Y/N).

            Amenadiel nodded. “I think I know what this is about.”

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            (Y/N), Lucifer, Em, and Amenadiel stood at the grave of Caleb Mayfield. It was dug up, fresh dirt turned where the body had been laid to rest.

            “Michael is involved.”

            Everyone’s heads whipped to Amenadiel at the proclamation.

            “What?” hissed (Y/N). The shadows of the graveyard lurched higher around the graves, contorting in an angry dance. The moonlight cast harsh shadows, and they were more than willingly to show that aggressiveness with (Y/N)’s sudden rush of frustration.

            “Caleb,” said Amenadiel. “Caleb Mayfield was the boy who was killed when I was trying to…help him.”

            “Yes, I helped you in the aftermath,” said Lucifer. “But what does Caleb have to do with Michael?”

            “Before Caleb was buried, I…” Amenadiel’s voice trembled with emotion. “I laid my necklace on his body.”

            “You did what?” said Lucifer, staring.

            “Your necklace that makes people super strong?” said (Y/N), eyes narrowing as they remembered and began to make a connection.

            “Somebody obviously came looking for it,” said Amenadiel.

            “But it wasn’t there,” said Lucifer. “Because the people who attacked Dan were still looking for it. The tech in the coroner’s office must have stolen it from the body. And Michael hired the mercenaries to find it, and then they tortured and nearly killed him, but he didn’t have it either because TJ the fence has it.”

            (Y/N) didn’t understand a lot about what was going on or who those names were, but they understood the important point—Michael was the reason Dan was hurt. Michael was the reason he almost died. Michael was the reason everyone (Y/N) cared about was suffering.

            (Y/N) curled their hands into fists, and the shadows around their legs crawled up their limbs. Em took their hand supportively, trying to help them relax.

            “That explains his super strength,” said Lucifer. “Every piece of the Flaming Sword has a power. Azrael’s blade is death, the hilt, to find love, and your necklace is the strength that binds them together, strength that apparently lends itself to whoever’s in possession of it.”

            “But my necklace has been in human hands before,” said Amenadiel. “It’s never granted any of them super strength.”

            “The hilt was only activated when Azrael’s sword was on Earth,” said Lucifer. “I suppose the same could be true of your necklace.”

            “Wait, but I thought you put Azrael’s blade in the Goddess’s universe?” said Em.

            “I did,” said Lucifer grimly.

            “But you sent Gabriel there to give Missy a message,” said (Y/N), gritting their teeth. “Obviously, she didn’t come back empty-handed.”

            “Gabriel’s working with Michael,” said Em.

            “And that’s the smallest of our problems,” said Lucifer. “Michael is trying to assemble the Flaming Sword.” He swallowed and looked at (Y/N) worriedly. His next thought had him terrified of what it would mean for them. “He’s not trying to win an election.”

            “He’s trying to win a war,” said (Y/N).

            Silence. Amenadiel and Lucifer were still, unsure of what to do. A war? Another war? Against their siblings?

            They didn’t want to face it.

            “We need to tell everyone,” said (Y/N).

            Amenadiel and Lucifer looked at them. Em nodded.

            “Michael got Dan hurt. He’s willing to do anything. Anyone who knows what’s going on needs to know,” said (Y/N). “Amenadiel, tell Linda. Tell Maze, too.”

“She’ll tell Eve,” said Em, nodding.

“Dad, tell Chloe,” said (Y/N). “Em and I will tell our friends.”

“(Y/N),” said Lucifer. (Y/N) looked at him. “You’re not fighting in this.”

(Y/N) just looked back at him evenly. “Michael’s not winning, Dad.” They were willing to do what it took to protect their family.

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            “Michael is trying to make the flaming sword,” said (Y/N).

            “It is made of a medallion of healing, a necklace that grants super strength, and Azrael’s blade, which is capable of killing even someone’s soul,” said Em grimly.

            “He is making a weapon of war,” said (Y/N).

            “Oh my god,” said Olive, horrified.

            “So it’s not an election—”

            “It’s going to be a battle,” said (Y/N).

            “Isn’t anyone going to stop him?” said Noa. “The angels can’t be on board with this.”

            “Some of them will be,” said (Y/N). “And Michael is seizing control through fear. That’s how he works.”

            “What are we going to do?” said Leon. “We cannot let this continue.”

            “Can we find the pieces first?” said Marcel.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “It’s too dangerous. Someone already almost got killed. And if you encounter the blade…I can’t let you guys get hurt.”

            “So, what, we’re suppose to just sit here and know that a war might be coming?” exclaimed Olive.

            “Yes,” said Em firmly. “We don’t know what is happening yet. Amenadiel and Lucifer and the other angels might be able to get things back to an election.”

            “And if they don’t?” said Noa.

            “Then we better hope this was all part of God’s plan,” said (Y/N). “Otherwise, I’m starting a rebellion.”

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            “Birdie!” said Em, skidding into the room, tripping, and falling into them. “Shit, Birdie!”

            “What?” said (Y/N), catching Em.

            “Michael is here,” said Em. “In the bar.”

            (Y/N) moved towards the elevator, and Em watched the shadows crawl up the edges of the room.

            “(Y/N), are you sure you want to go down there?” said Em. “It might be better to let Lucifer deal with it…”

            “You mean he told you to tell me because I would be pissed at him if he didn’t but he also told you to keep me up here?” said (Y/N).

            Em grimaced and nodded.

            “You can tell him you tried,” said (Y/N), opening the elevator.

            “Birdie,” said Em. “Please. There could be a war starting, I don’t want you hurt.”

            “…” (Y/N) hesitated and looked at the elevator.

            “Please,” repeated Em. They took (Y/N)’s hand. “Please. Just for today, stay safe.”

            (Y/N) couldn’t deny Em that. They nodded and let the elevator doors close again. “Alright. I will. I’ll stay here.”

            Em let out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

            “Will you wait for my dad with me? I need to know what’s going on,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Em, nodding.

            The pair sat together and waited silently until an annoyed Lucifer walked into the room.

            “That little—” Lucifer poured himself a drink to keep from cursing Michael out himself. “He’s threatening me.”

            “With more people getting hurt?” said (Y/N).

            “With the people I care about going to Hell due to guilt over Dan getting hurt so that my only option is to let him become God and go back to ruling Hell,” said Lucifer angrily.

            “What?” said (Y/N), standing abruptly. “No. No, you’re not leaving!”

            “He wants me to bring you with me. Like a ‘happily ever after,’ ” said Lucifer.

            “He can go to Hell if he wants to rule somewhere so badly,” snapped (Y/N).

            “I quite agree,” said Lucifer.

            “So what happens now?” said Em. “Is it going to be a war or a vote?”

            “The vote is tomorrow, on Earth,” said Lucifer. “I am supposed to go and tell Michael that he has my vote to finish our ‘disagreement.’ ”

            “You can’t,” said (Y/N) fiercely. “Michael can’t be God.”

            “I know, but I don’t want you to get hurt—”

            Flap!

            Wings sounded as a figure appeared on the terrace. On edge, all three jumped and looked over. Remiel stood in the doorway. A few of her feathers floated to the ground.

            “Remiel,” said Lucifer.

            “Lucifer,” breathed Remiel. She collapsed.

            “Remi!” cried Lucifer.

            Lucifer ran to her side, and Em and (Y/N) watched in horror. Lucifer felt Remiel’s pulse, and his eyes widened.

            “She’s dead,” he said, voice hoarse in emotion.

            “Oh my god,” said (Y/N), covering their mouth.

            “I can’t believe it,” said Em. An angel dead. She’d heard about Uriel, but seeing it in person was something else. It felt unreal. Wrong.

            “Michael must have found out she was our spy,” said Lucifer. “He killed her with the Flaming Sword…”

            “No, Azrael’s blade,” said (Y/N). Their hands balled into fists. “There’s no burn marks.”

            Lucifer furrowed his brow. “He lied.”

            “Michael?” said Em.

            “He said he had the sword, completed and whole,” said Lucifer. He gritted his teeth. “Remiel must have come to tell us.”

            “Or she found one of the pieces and Michael doesn’t want to give us a clue,” said (Y/N). They picked up a feather and felt it. Dust covered it. “Get this to Ella. We need to figure out where Remiel has been.” They looked at Lucifer. “We can still beat him. We can make him pay for this.”

            Lucifer swallowed and nodded. He needed to remain strong. If he broke now, none of them stood a chance.

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            “Dad called,” said (Y/N), looking at Em. “They got the necklace from TJ. Michael showed up, but he got away.”

            “It’s time, then?” said Em.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding softly.

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            “I can’t believe Remi is gone,” said Amenadiel, voice choked up. He stood with Lucifer, Chloe, (Y/N), and Em above the grave they’d dug for Remiel. She could now rest in peace. “She died like a warrior. At least she would have been satisfied with that.”

            “It doesn’t matter how she died, she’s still dead!” said Lucifer, furious. “Dad and his mysterious ways. If he’d just chosen a successor, we wouldn’t be here. Remiel would still be alive.”

            “Father didn’t give us the answers, Luci, because he wanted us to find out own way,” said Amenadiel.

            “Even if it means dying?!” shouted Lucifer.

            “Yes!” said Amenadiel. “Yes, Luci. You have to risk falling if you want to fly. Dad had faith in us. That’s why he gave us choice.”

            “Well, he shouldn’t have,” said Lucifer.

            “Humankind has free will, and it means people can do as much harm as they can good,” said (Y/N). “Now the Celestials have the same absolute freedom. Even if God had wanted a successor, I think He knew it was time for things to change. It was time for His children to be more independent.”

            “And choosing wrong gets people killed! And it’s our fault,” said Lucifer. “Michael is going to be God because I didn’t have the balls to kill a two-bit fence who wound up dying anyways. And now, who knows how many other people are gonna die because of my…cowardice…”

            “Michael is the coward for thinking the only option is to kill,” said (Y/N). Em nodded.

            “It’s not cowardly to save a life,” agreed Chloe. “It’s not cowardly to fight for a single soul.”

            “We owe it to Remiel. We owe it to Dan,” said Em. “We owe it to everyone Michael’s hurt.”

            “We have to fight,” said Chloe. “We’re the ones still standing.”

            “You, (Y/N), Emeranne, and the rest of the children are not fighting,” said Lucifer sharply. “You are human, and they are kids. Our siblings are invulnerable. You’d be powerless.”

            “She won’t be powerless,” said Mazikeen, emerging from the darkness. She handed a demon blade to Chloe. “You can have Stabby.”

            “Thank you, Maze,” said Chloe. “I’m just not sure how to use this.”

            “It’s okay. I figured out a way around that,” said Maze.

            “I have a demon blade, too,” said Em.

            “I have my shadows,” said (Y/N). “And my friends have super-strength and other abilities we haven’t been able to figure out.”

            “You’re not fighting!” shouted Lucifer firmly.

            “We are,” said (Y/N).

            “You are not—”

            “This is our home!” said (Y/N). “We’re not leaving it to Michael without a fight.”

            “…Even if we had a million demon blades, that’s still only nine of us against a literal army of angels,” said Lucifer.

            “Not true,” said (Y/N). “I think some of the angels are coming around to you.”

            “What?” said Lucifer.

            “I talked to a few of them,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer stared at them, and he furrowed his brow. “And they…liked you?”

            “Enough,” said (Y/N).

            “It still won’t be a lot of people,” admitted Em. “But it’s better than just nine people.”

            “I think I may have an idea how we can get our own army,” said Amenadiel. He looked at Lucifer significantly.

            “You don’t mean…” Lucifer grinned slightly.

            “They’re the best chance we’ve got,” said Amenadiel. “What do you think, Maze?”

            “Hey, I’m all in,” said Maze. “Let’s kill a bunch of angels.”

            “No, Mazikeen!” said Amenadiel sharply. “No, if we’re gonna do this, there will be no killing. They’re our family.”

            “And we’re better than Michael,” said (Y/N), nodding. Not that I’ll hold back. I want to kick his ass. He needs to be humbled.

            Lucifer nodded and smiled. “It’s not cowardly to save a life.” Chloe smiled at him.

            “Well, then,” said (Y/N), looking at all of them. “I guess we have a fight to prepare for.”

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Fandoms + Ships (for Prompt Purposes)

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

In The Flesh

• Kieren x Rick

• Kieren x Simon

The Hunger Games

• Everlark (Katniss/Peeta)

• Finnick/Annie

• Haymitch/Effie

• Katniss/Madge

HSMTMTS

• Caswen (Ricky/EJ)

• Portwell (EJ/Gina)

• Mashlynn (Maddox/Ashlynn)

• Ricky/Jet

The Vampire Diaries

• Stelena (Stefan/Elena)

• Mattlena (Matt/Elena)

• Tylena (Tyler/Elena)

• Elenijah (Elijah/Elena)

• Barolena (Bonnie/Caroline/Elena)

• Stexi (Stefan/Lexi)

• Denzo (Damon/Enzo)

• Forwood (Tyler/Caroline)

• Maroline (Matt/Caroline)

• Bamon (Bonnie/Damon)

• Bamenzo (Bonnie/Damon/Enzo)

• Carenzo (Caroline/Enzo)

• Dalijah (Damon/Elijah)

• Parkwood (Tyler/Liv)

• Klayley (Klaus/Hayley)

Legacies

• Handon (Hope/Landon)

• Jandon (Josie/Landon)

• Henelope (Hope/Penelope)

• Hizzie (Hope/Lizzie)

• Kizzie (Kaleb/Lizzie)

• Methan (MG/Ethan)

• Ked (Kaleb/Jed)

• Dark!Jobastian (Dark!Josie/Sebastian)

• Landizzie (Landon/Lizzie)

Teen Wolf

• Sciles (Scott/Stiles)

• Scydia (Scott/Lydia)

• Mccallinski (Lydia/Scott/Stiles)

• Stalia (Stiles/Malia)

• Malydia (Malia/Lydia)

• Stira (Stiles/Kira)

• Scira (Scott/Kira)

• Liason (Liam/Mason)

• Allydia (Allison/Lydia)

• Allerica (Allison/Erica)

• Berica (Boyd/Erica)

• Malisaac (Malia/Isaac)

• Lydora (Lydia/Cora)

• Allora (Allison/Cora)

• Scanny (Scott/Danny)

• Malira (Malia/Kira)

The Witcher

• Yennskier (Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Geraskerer (Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Raskier (Radovid/Jaskier)

• Trennefer (Triss/Yennefer)

• Geralt/Triss

EastEnders

• Frobby (Bobby/Freddie)

• Chryed (Christian/Syed)

• Ballum (Ben/Callum)

• Sukeve (Suki/Eve)

• Ben Mitchell/Kheerat Panesar

• Jack Branning/Michael Moon

• Whitney Dean/Chelsea Fox

• Lauren Branning/Peter Beale

• Lauren Branning/Lucy Beale

• Peter Beale/Fatboy

• Zack Hudson/Martin Fowler

• Zack Hudson/Felix Baker

• Anna Knight/Bernie Taylor

• Stacey Slater/Danielle Jones

• Peter Beale/Tamwar Masood

• Darren Miller/Tamwar Masood

• Masood Ahmed/Jane Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale/Freddie Slater

• Linda Carter/Alfie Moon

Hollyoaks

• McHay (Ste/John Paul)

• McShepherd (John Paul/Carter)

• Stendan (Ste/Brendan)

• Brendan/Walker

• Joel/Theresa

• Brendan/Warren

• Brendan & Mitzeee (platonic)

• Brendan & Joel (platonic)

• Amy/Michaela

• Leah:Vicky

• Cleo McQueen/Nathan Nightingale

• McNightingale (John Paul/James)

Friends

• Roey (Rachel/Joey)

• Chanoey (Chandler/Joey)

Stranger Things

• Elmax (El/Max)

• Elumax (El/Lucas/Max)

• Byclair (Lucas/Will)

• Byler (Will/Mike)

• Ronance (Robin/Nancy)

• Steddie (Steve/Eddie)

Glee

• Blam (Blaine/Sam)

• St. Hudson (Finn/Jesse)

• Tike (Tina/Mike)

• Quinntana (Quinn/Santana)

• Pezberry (Santana/Rachel)

• Quinncedes (Quinn/Mercedes)

• Sike (Sam/Mike)

• Jarley (Jake/Marley)

• Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)

The Flash

• Barrisco (Barry/Cisco)

• Snowbarrisco (Caitlin/Barry/Cisco)

• WestStein (Joe/Martin)

• Superflash (Barry/Kara)

• Thallen (Barry/Eddie)

•Westthallen (Iris/Barry/Eddie)

• Westhawne (Iris/Eddie)

Outlander

• Jamie/John

• John/Brianna

• Brianna/Roger

• Lizzie/Josiah/Kezzie

• William/Denzell

Lucifer

• Lucifella (Ella/Lucifer)

• Douchifella (Lucifer/Dan/Ella)

• Mazifer (Maze/Lucifer)

• Douchifer (Dan/Lucifer)

• Chlaze (Chloe/Maze)

PJO/HoO

• Jasico (Jason/Nico)

• Jercy (Jason/Percy)

• Perachel (Percy/Rachel)

• Rachabeth (Rachel/Annabeth)

• Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth)

Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin/Arthur)

• Mercelot (Merlin/Lancelot)

•Merwaine (Merlin/Gwaine)

• Morgwen (Morgana/Gwen)

The Dumping Ground

• Elektra/Faith

• Elektra/Carmen

• Carmen/Lily

• Tyler/Jody

• Jody/Sasha

• Tyler/Ryan

• Chloe/Candi-Rose

• Candi-Rose/Bird

• Candi-Rose/Jay

The Story of Tracy Beaker

• Tracy/Crash

• Tracy/Ben

• Tracy/Lol

• Lol/Wolfie

• Crash/Rio

• Justine/Rebecca

Life With Derek

• Dasey (Derek/Casey)

• Derek/Sam

• Derek/Trevor

• Casey/Sally

Boy Meets World

• Shory (Shawn/Cory)

• Jeric (Jack/Eric)

• Eric/Jason

• Shawngela (Shawn/Angela)

• Shawpanga (Shawn/Topanga)

Girl Meets World

• Rilaya (Riley/Maya)

• Riley/Zay

• Riarkle (Riley/Farkle)

• Lucaya (Lucas/Maya)

• Maya/Zay

• Riley/Maya/Zay

Descendants

• Jal (Jay/Mal)

• Jaylos (Jay/Carlos)

• Mevie (Mal/Evie)

• Hevie (Harry/Evie)

• Buma (Ben/Uma)

• Umaudrey (Uma/Audrey)

• Haudrey (Harry/Audrey)

• Humaudrey (Harry/Uma/Audrey)

• Bevie (Ben/Evie)

iCarly

• Creddie (Carly/Freddie)

• Carly/Sam

• Carper (Carly/Harper)

• Sparper (Spencer/Harper)

Victorious

• Tandre (Tori/Andre)

• Jori (Jade/Tori)

Zoey 101

• Quogan (Quinn/Logan)

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My Massive SHIP LIST

The following is a LONG list of all the ships I enjoy from a moderate to an extreme amount and have probably looked at fanfiction for at some point. Keep in mind this doesn't include every movie and/or show I've ever watched and I may make edits to this at a later time. Godspeed you unfortunate witness.

Agents of SHIELD

Coulson X May

Daisy X Lincoln

Fitz X Simmons

Bobbi X Hunter

Mack X YoYo

Arcane

Caitlyn X Vi

Arrowverse

Oliver X Laurel

Roy X Thea

Diggle X Lyla

Barry X Patty

Wally X Jesse

Caitlin X Ronnie

Kara X Mon-El

Alex X Maggie

Brainy X Nia

Attack on Titan

Eren X Mikasa

Falco X Gabi

Bertdholt X Annie

Ymir X Krista

Levi X Hange

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Katara X Zuko

Aang X Toph

Sokka X Suki

Aang X Katara

Bolin X Korra

Avengers (MCU)

Steve X Natasha

Tony X Pepper

Thor X Jane

Wanda X Vision

Peter Q X Gamora

Scott X Hope

T’Challa X Nakia

Matt X Karen

Luke X Jessica

Peter P X MJ

Bucky X Sarah

Ben 10

Ben X Julie

Kevin X Gwen

Berserk

Guts X Casca

Bleach

Ichigo X Rukia

Uryu X Orihime

Tatsuki X Orihime

Gin X Rangiku

Toshiro X Momo

Boku no Hero Academia

Izuku X Occhako

Todoroki X Momo

Bakugou X Kirishima

Eraserhead X Present Mic

Castlevania

Trevor X Sypha

Alucard X Greta

Class of the Titans

Jay X Theresa

Atlanta X Archie

Critical Role

Percival X Vex’ahlia

Vax’ildan X Keyleth

Scanlan X Pike

Sylas X Delilah

Fjord X Jester

Beau X Yasha

Caleb X Essek

Imogen X Laudna

DC Comics

Clark X Lois

Bruce X Selina

Diana X Steve

Barry X Iris

Wally X Linda

Hal X Carol

Carter X Shiera

Oliver X Laurel

Arthur X Mera

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Dick X Barbara

Tim X Stephanie

Garfield X Rachel

Conner X Cassie

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Hank X Dawn

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Nura Nal X Thom Kallor

Jo Nah X Tinya Wazzo

Val Armorr X Princess Projectra

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Demon Slayer

Tanjiro X Kanao

Zenitsu X Nezuko

Giyu X Shinobu

Digimon

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Koushiro X Mimi

Takeru X Hikari

Takato X Jeri

Rika X Ryo

Izumi X Junpei

Disney Animation

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Eric X Ariel

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Tarzan X Jane

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Hercules X Meg

Aladdin X Jasmine

Doctor Who

11 X Clara

Dota - Dragon's Blood

Davion X Mirana

Evangelion

Shinji X Kaworu

Fairy Tail

Natsu X Lucy

Erza X Jellal

Gray X Juvia

Wendy X Romeo

Final Fantasy

Zack X Aerith

Cloud X Tifa

Squall X Rinoa

Tidus X Luna

Lightning X Snow

Noel X Serah

Noctis X Luna

Fire Emblem

Byleth X Dimitri

Fullmetal Alchemist

Ed X Winry

Roy X Riza

Ling X Lan Fan

GI Joe

Snake Eyes X Scarlett

Garo

Kouga X Kaoru

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Raiga X Mayuri

Gatchaman

Ken X Jun

Gundam

Domon X Rain

Shinn X Stella

He-Man (OG Continuity)

Adam X Teela

Adora X Sea-Hawk

Duncan X Sorceress

InuYasha

InuYasha X Kagome

Sango X Miroku

Sesshomaru X Kagura

Kohaku X Rin

Invincible

Mark X Eve

Kamen Rider

Hongo X Ruriko

Godai X Ichijo

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Takumi X Mari

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Yuuto X Airi

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Tsukasa X Natsumi

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Ryo X Akiko

Eiji X Hina

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Haruto X Koyomi

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Aruto X Izu

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Keiwa X Neon

Kingdom Hearts

Kairi X Sora X Riku

Aqua X Terra

Lea X Isa

Roxas X Xion

Riku X Namine

Lucifer

Lucifer X Chloe

Maze X Eve

Magic Knight Rayearth

Hikaru X Lantis

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Fu X Ferio

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Adrien X Marinette

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Naruto

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Yahiko X Konan

Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Haruhi X Tamaki

Persona

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Kanji X Naoto

Ren X Makoto (or Kasumi if we're going with Royal canon)

Power Rangers

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Marv X Chloe

Amelia X Ollie

Ranma ½

Ranma X Akane

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Utena X Anthy

Rurouni Kenshin

Kenshin X Kaoru

RWBY

Ruby X Penny

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Weiss X Marrow

Yang X Weiss

Jaune X Pyrrha

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Usagi X Mamoru

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Rei X Jadeite

Minako X Rei

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Minako X Kunzite

Saint Seiya

Seiya X Shaina

Hyoga X Eri

Shiryu X Shunrei

Shun X June

Ikki X Esmeralda

Deathmask X Aphrodite

Aiolia X Lyfia

Yato X Yuzuriha

Sasha X Tenma

Koga X Yuna

Souma X Sonia

She-Ra (Netflix Version)

Adora X Glimmer

Catra X Scorpia

Star Wars

Obi-Wan X Satine

Anakin X Padme

Ahsoka X Lux

Luke X Mara Jade

Han X Leia

Finn X Rey X Poe

Din Djarin X Bo-Katan

Super Sentai

Ryu X Kaori

Sasuke X Tsuruhime

Chisato X Kouichirou

Shun X Miku

Yuri X Tatsuya

Yosuke X Ikkou

Isshu X Nanami

Mari X Ban

Sen X Umeko

Doggie X Swan

Sakura X Akashi

Masume X Natsuhi

Rio X Mele

Sosuke X Miu

Chiaki X Kotoha

Takeru X Mako

Alata X Eri

Hyde X Moune

Marvelous X Luka

Joe X Ahim

Daigo X Mikoto

Tokatti X Mio

Hikari X Kagura

Yamato X Sela

Amu X Tusk

Lucky X Hammie

Balance X Naga

Keiichiro X Tsukasa

Sakuya X Umika

Koh X Asuna

Bamba X Asuna

Shigeru X Sayo

Tarou X Sonoi

Sword Art Online

Kirito X Asuna

The Dragon Prince

Callum X Rayla

Amaya X Janai

ThunderCats

Lion-O X Cheetara

Bengali X Pumyra

Transformers

Optimus X Elita-One

Arcee X Hot Rod

Bulkhead X Wheeljack

Silverbolt X Blackarachnia

Ultraman

Ken X Mari

Voltron

Shiro X Matt

Keith X Allura

Lance X Pidge

Hunk X Shay

Winx Club

Bloom X Sky

Musa X Riven

Flora X Helia

Stella X Brandon

Tecna X Timmy

Layla X Nabu

[alexesguerra]

I Spy Love (I Spy) I Spy Love (I Spy) Contributor(s): Wick, Walter (Illustrator) , Marzollo, Dan (Author) , Marzollo, Dave (Author) Publisher: Cartwheel Books ISBN: 1546119787 Physical Info: 0.4" H x 11.1" L x 8.2" W (0.9 lbs) 40 pages Walter Wick is the photographer of the international bestselling I Spy series as well as the author and photographer of the acclaimed Can You See What I See? series. He lives with his wife, Linda, in Miami, Florida. Dan and Dave Marzollo have been a part of the I Spy family for years, helping their mother, Jean, create riddles for the I Spy challengers, readers, and board books. Over 30 years ago, they tested the first I Spy book as kids, and are thrilled to be continuing the legacy. Dan lives in New York City with his wife, Sara. Dan and Dave Marzollo have been a part of the I Spy family for years, helping their mother, Jean, create riddles for the I Spy challengers, readers, and board books. Over 30 years ago, they tested the first I Spy book as kids, and are thrilled to be continuing the legacy. Dave lives in Cold Spring, New York, with his wife Melia and their children Gabriel and Westley. "There's something distinctly special about the realism of the 'I Spy' volumes; poring over the photographic messiness for hidden gems holds a particular delight. And this version, all gussied up for Valentine's Day, does not disappoint... An ideal time-filler for young detectives." -- School Library Journal "Over 30 years after publishing the first installment of I Spy, the beloved children's puzzle book series created by author Jean Marzollo and photographer Walter Wick is back with a new, love-filled edition to be released ahead of the holiday season." -- People Praise for the I Spy series: New York Public Library 100 Titles for Reading and Sharing "Definitely fun, and educational, too; this is a true eye-opener." -- Los Angeles Times Praise for I Spy Christmas: Parents Magazine Best Book ★ "Features gorgeously styled, full-spread color photos of many objects." -- Publishers Weekly, starred review Praise for I Spy Spooky Night: ★ "A must, in multiple copies, for any Halloween collection." -- School Library Journal, starred review "Spectacularly eerie pictures chock full of hidden objects." -- Booklist Praise for I Spy Mystery: Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year National Parenting Publication Award Honorable Mention Praise for I Spy Fun House: Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year "Sumptuously styled... A lot of mirror mazes and magic tricks." -- Publishers Weekly I Spy Love: A brand-new search-and-find book from the internationally bestselling I Spy series, featuring photographs by Walter Wick and riddles to solve by Dan and Dave Marzollo! Love is in the air with a brand-new I Spy book! Can you find Cupid and his bow, a groom with a bride, wedding rings, babies, pets, and stuffed animal hugs? How many different hearts can you search and find? There are hearts on dice, hearts on cards, and hearts on coins. Look for rainbow hearts and zebra hearts. Can you even spot a heart way up in the sky? I Spy Love is perfect for Valentine's Day or any day when you need to search for some love. I Spy is a New York Times bestselling series, and Walter Wick's captivating photographs paired with Jean Marzollo's clever rhyming puzzles have mesmerized millions of readers for over 30 years. Wick and Marzollo continue to amaze search-and-find fans of all ages. Review Citations:School Library Journal 10/25/2024 pg. 1 (EAN 9781546119784, Hardcover)

[loveexpelrevolt]

You’re the doctor. And you’re the demon from hell!

MAZE AND LINDA + EVERY SEASON OF LUCIFER (2016-2021)

[markedbyindecision]

Linda & Maze in Lucifer 4x07

[lucifergifs]

LUCIFER | 1.08 — “Et Tu, Doctor?”

[iamdevilantlysatan]

Literally everything Maze does could be explained by the fact that she is in love with Dr. Linda

[the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl]

Linda- maze I think you have some mommy issues

Maze- I can't have mommy issues if she was never there

Linda- ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ɪssᴜᴇs

[ruzekburgess]

You missed our coffee date.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: They took Me for a Tea Party

Summary: (Y/N) has been kidnapped by demons, and no one is doing well.

            “(Y/N) is missing?” said Dan.

            “Yeah, and I think Kinley has something to do with it,” said Chloe. She was lying since she knew Kinley was dead, but the demon had Kinley’s body, so a sighting of “Kinley” would give her a clue to where (Y/N) was. “Start trying to put out notices and figuring out where he might have gone after he escaped.”

            “Got it,” said Dan, running off.

            Chloe walked into the meeting room she had commandeered. Lucifer was pacing as Em rifled through the papers Chloe had already collected before Kinley had died and become a demon. They had wanted to go with Maze, but ultimately, she had decided to stay and help however she could while Maze hunted for the demons independently.

            “Lucifer,” said Amenadiel, banging into the room behind her. “Are you alright?”

            “(Y/N) has been kidnapped by demons so that they can make them the King of Hell and trap them down there,” said Lucifer. “How do you think I’m doing?”

            “I’m confused,” said Linda, walking in.

            Do they let everyone walk into here? thought Chloe, but honestly, she was glad Linda was there.

            “How can they make (Y/N) the King of Hell? And why them? Is it because they’re made at Lucifer?” asked Linda.

            “Well, yeah, they’re pissed, but surprisingly, that’s not why,” said Em.

            “They need an angel,” said Lucifer.

            “And (Y/N)’s a Celestial like us,” realized Amenadiel, letting out a breath as he made the connection.

            “Hold on. What?” said Linda, eyes widening.

            “Self-actualization apparently causes adopted kids to become angels when it comes to Celestials,” summarized Em.

            “I’m going to pretend that makes sense for my own peace of mind,” sighed Linda.

            “That’s good, because if it wasn’t true, the demons would probably go after Charlie since he’s a half-angel,” said Em brightly.

            “What?!” cried Linda, holding her son tighter.

            “Don’t worry, don’t worry, he’s safe,” said Amenadiel, though he was equally as worried.

            “But (Y/N) isn’t,” snapped Lucifer. “We need to find them!”

            “We will, we will,” said Chloe.

            “What’s everyone doing here?” asked Dan in confusion.

            “Ignore them, do you have any news?” asked Chloe, and Lucifer gazed at Dan anxiously.

            “Uh, we haven’t gotten any news about Kinley, yet, but we’re getting a lot of reports from around the city of dead bodies going missing?” Dan shrugged. “I know it’s not really the same thing as Kinley kidnapping (Y/N), but with that crazy guy, anything could be happening. I’ll let you know when we have more on connections between missing people like you wanted.” He left the room.

            Chloe faced the group. “Please don’t tell me that means what I think it means.”

            “I’m afraid so, Detective,” said Lucifer grimly.

            “More demons,” said Em. They crumpled the piece of paper in their hand. (Y/N) was even more in danger.

            “Kinley’s making sure he has an army,” said Lucifer, eyes flashing red with anger. “(Y/N) is danger, Detective. We need to get to them now.”

            “We’ll find them, Lucifer. I swear,” said Chloe. She glanced around. “But for now, how about we go back to the Penthouse to strategize? We can’t talk about demons in here.”

            “Fine, fine,” said Lucifer.

            “Maybe we’ll find some clues they left from the fight.” Em huffed angrily. “I wasn’t really aware of what was going on during that fight.”

            “You did the best you could, Emeranne,” said Chloe.

            “And it wasn’t enough,” snapped Em. I wasn’t enough to protect (Y/N).

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            I can’t believe I’m tied up in a church, thought (Y/N). They were exhausted as the drugs were still wearing off, but they had enough energy to be righteously pissed off. Unfortunately, Dromos was keeping a careful eye on them in case more drugs were needed.

            They watched Dromos eat the communion wafers and made a face. “Aren’t those stale…and tasteless? You could at least order like…Chipotle if you want a human snack.”

            “I’d much rather return to Hell and enjoy the sounds of the suffering,” said Dromos. “But I can’t yet, so eating the Man Upstairs’s food is good enough.”

            “It’s not really God’s—never mind,” said (Y/N), laying their head back on the pew they were laying on.

            “Dromos, what are you doing here?” said a familiar voice. “Did you find Luci—oh my god!” Eve cried out as she rounded the aisle of the church and spotted (Y/N) tied up next to Dromos. “What is this?! Did you kidnap (Y/N)?”

            “No, they took me for a tea party,” said (Y/N) sarcastically. “What do you think?!” Of course she’s involved. Making trouble or me all the time.

            “Have a glass of wine,” said Dromos, holding out a goblet of communion wine.

            “No, I don’t want wine! I want to know what the hell you’re doing!” said Eve, instantly kneeling to try to pull the ropes off of (Y/N).

            Dromos stood, and Eve jumped back in fear. “Very well. If you’re too stupid to know what’s happening, I’ll explain. We spoke to Lucifer. It didn’t go well. So, we had a…change of plans.”

            Squee walked into the room and looked at Dromos. “We have enough. We’re ready for the Mayan.”

            Oh, them being ready for something can’t be good for me, thought (Y/N).

            “Who’re you?” said Eve.

            “Another demon, get with the program,” snapped (Y/N).

            “Look, I summoned you here to get Lucifer, not kidnap his kid,” said Eve. She stepped forward. “You listen to me.”

            Oh, great, she’s being stupid, thought (Y/N).

            “I-I command you—”

            “Stop talking!” shouted Dromos. Eve stepped back in shock and fear. Dromos stood and towered over her. “I don’t take orders from you! You are not our king. Speaking of, we don’t need Lucifer anymore. We can create our own king and just…keep them out of the way. Young ones are way easier to control than a full-blown angel.”

            (Y/N) froze. Oh…shit. The demons were going to send them to Hell so they could have a king that they could control. Through drugs and torture, of course, thought (Y/N). Because I’m not a full-grown-blown-full-of-shit angel. Fuck this.

            “And we don’t need you, for that matter,” said Dromos, glaring at Eve.

            She took a step back, and Dromos grabbed for her. Eve cried out and dodged away. She glanced at (Y/N) worriedly, but when Squee stepped forward, Eve couldn’t do anything but run out of the church for her own safety.

            The demons laughed at Eve’s fear before turning back to (Y/N).

            Really, fuck this.

            “We’re ready to move them for the ritual,” said Squee to Dromos.

            Seriously, fuck this, thought (Y/N). Why do I have to be a sacrifice to Hell?

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            Lucifer, Chloe, and Em stepped into the Penthouse. Amenadiel was watching Lux for signs of demons. However, it seemed the only break-ins currently were (Y/N)’s friends.

            “Oh, uh, you guys, it’s really not the time for you to be here,” said Chloe, nervously not wanting to have to again avoid discussing demons and angels and everything.

            “They know, it’s fine,” said Em.

            “They do?” said Chloe, blinking.

            “Yes, apparently adults take it much more poorly than teenagers do,” said Lucifer. “Now, can we focus?”

            “What’s going on?” asked Marcel worriedly.

            “Where’s (Y/N)?” demanded Leon.

            “And why is this place trashed?” asked Olive.

            “And why was your safe broken into?” asked Noa.

            “(Y/N)’s been kidnapped by demons,” said Em.

            “What?!” cried the group.

            “How can we help?” asked Marcel.

            “I’d really appreciate if you all just went home. This is really not safe,” said Chloe.

            “If (Y/N) is in danger, we are staying to help,” said Leon.

            “And they really don’t lie,” said Noa.

            “And take things seriously,” agreed Olive.

            “Did you say my safe was broken into?” said Lucifer, eyes widening.

            “Yeah,” said Noa, gesturing to the whole. “It looks like someone cut it open. I didn’t think that was possible, but if it was a demon, it figures they’d have a way.”

            “Detective, Kinley’s vial was in that safe,” said Lucifer, and Chloe started.

            “You kept that?!” she cried.

            “Well, I didn’t think it was something I could just throw away! I was gonna chuck it out with my spent batteries,” said Lucifer.

            “What is this vial?” asked Noa.

            “Part of the whole plan of Father Kinley to send Lucifer to Hell,” said Em.

            “Like a poison,” recognized Olive, and Em nodded.

            “But what would the demons want with the vial?” said Chloe.

            “I’m new to this, but if it could send Mr. Morningstar to Hell, couldn’t it send (Y/N) to Hell?” suggested Marcel.

            Em, Chloe, and Lucifer turned to look at the purple-haired teen. He shrugged.

            “Unfortunately, that’s a really good point,” said Em, dragging her hands down their face. It meant (Y/N) was in complete and total danger. And Em was just standing there.

            “But there’s some sort of ritual needed,” said Chloe. “That’s what Kinley said. So we have time.”

            “What do you know about the ritual?” asked Leon.

            “Well—”

            “Luce! Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” Eve ran into the room, breathless. “Something awful has—”

            “Not now, Eve, we are dealing with our own situation!” snapped Lucifer.

            “It’s about Kinley,” said Eve, and on that note, Lucifer turned on her instantly. “Or, at least, the Body-Formerly-Known-As-Kinley anyway.” Tears were in her eyes, and she spoke nervously.

            “What do you know about that?” said Chloe.

            “I was the one who broke him out of jail,” admitted Eve tearfully. “Yeah…And then he attacked me. So I, uh, well…”

            “Killed him?” suggested Olive plainly.

            “Yeah…” Eve cleared her throat nervously. “And-and-and then, I…kind of, sort of summoned a demon from Hell into his body?”

            “What?” breathed Lucifer.

            “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” said Eve. “I thought that maybe he could convince you the prophecy was nonsense, you know? But he wouldn’t budge. And then he gave me this idea that maybe if I could get you out of here, back to Hell, that everything would be good again.” She sobbed “I didn’t mean for anybody to get hurt! Especially not (Y/N)!”

            “How could you!” snapped Em, surging forward violently. They grabbed Eve violently. “They’re going to send them to Hell!”

            Lucifer glared, eyes blazing red. He was totally alright with letting Em go off on Eve.

            “Whoa, hey, we need her info,” said Noa, grabbing Em.

            “We need to get to (Y/N),” said Olive, pulling the demon back.

            “We’ll save them, Em,” whispered Marcel, comforting her.

            “What else do you know?” asked Leon.

            Chloe was glad she had other humans with her. And it seemed that (Y/N) kept teens with as much sense as they did, so that was good. “Eve, how could you do this?” she said. She might like not killing Eve like Em clearly wanted to, but she also knew what Eve had done was terrible. “How could you be so selfish? Naïve?!”

            “You’ve put (Y/N) in danger.” Lucifer had recovered. And now he just stared at Eve with so much fatherly rage it was incredible. “Where are they?” And for all the punishment he wanted to enact with that anger, he also had the fatherly love to focus on (Y/N).

            “I don’t know. I don’t know,” said Eve. “I just—I just wanted you to see the prophecy wasn’t real.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

            “But it is real, you idiot!” shouted Em, still being held back by Olive and Marcel (who somehow had the strength for it).

            “Well, yes, but I broke up with Eve to stop it,” said Lucifer. “Can we move onto focusing on (Y/N)? They’re the one in danger.”

            “The prophecy is them!” Em was furious, at themself and everyone else, and now they were about to lash at everyone. “First love doesn’t have to be romantic! The first person Lucifer has loved is (Y/N)! They’re his kid, and because he is on earth with them, we have fucking evil demons running around!”

            Everyone stared.

            Em wasn’t done. “And because you were all so goddamned blind and running around in a stupid, stupid manner and thinking you have it all figured out when you don’t, and now because no one did anything, Eve got her heart broken and was an idiot and now (Y/N) was taken and they’re going to take them to Hell and I couldn’t stop them and it’s my fault and oh god—it’s my fault.” Em sank to the ground.

            “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” said Noa, kneeling beside them.

            “(Y/N)’s…my kid. And they’re the first person I loved on earth…” murmured Lucifer. “Oh…I should have realized.”

            Chloe touched his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not your fault. And the demons are here, now. We can’t change that.”

            “Right,” said Leon, patting Em’s shoulder. “And it’s not your fault, either. It’s the demons deciding to take (Y/N) that are at fault.”

            “Thanks,” said Em softly.

            “Fine, fine, but we need to get to (Y/N),” said Lucifer. He faced Eve. “What do you know about their plans?”

            “Nothing! All they said is that they weren’t listening to you or me!” said Eve. “They were in a church and made me run! They had (Y/N) tied up, and I don’t know where they went. They almost tried to kill me.”

            Em groaned, and Olive patted their head as she nearly broke down because they had no idea where (Y/N) was.

            “Alright, alright, we know they’re probably planning on performing the same ceremony that Kinley was gonna perform on Lucifer,” said Chloe, switching to detective-mode.

            “So, after I took the holy, anointed sedative, where was this ceremony supposed to take place?” asked Lucifer.

            “I didn’t go through with it, so I don’t know. I know he mentioned a church,” said Chloe.

            “There’s 2000-3000 in LA,” said Leon.

            “All I know is that Kinley said it had to be a house of worship but also a den of sin,” said Chloe.

            “Like one of those churches that had priests that were part of scandals?” said Noa.

            “Or one that was bought and made into a nightclub?” asked Marcel.

            “Wait!” said Eve. “I think they mentioned one of those old earth civilizations. Aztec or Inca? You think they could be going to one of those ancient temples where they used to have human sacrifices?”

            “LA isn’t known for archaeological sights for the Inca or Aztec,” said Leon.

            “What about Mayan? That’s another old civilization, right?” said Olive.

            “The Mayan! That’s it!” said Eve.

            Noa took out their phone and searched it. “The Mayan is a venue for concerts and church groups.”

            “Interesting duality,” said Marcel.

            “Sex, drugs, rock and roll and my dad,” murmured Lucifer. “That sounds like the oxymoronic venue we’re after.”

            “It’s gonna be empty and available,” said Chloe.

            “Let’s go,” said Lucifer, running towards the elevator.

            “We’re coming too!” said Olive.

            “No, you four should stay here,” said Chloe. “It could be dangerous.”

            “The other demons aren’t as nice as me,” said Em.

            “We don’t care. If (Y/N)’s in danger, we’re coming,” said Noa.

            “…Fine,” said Em.

            “What? No!” said Chloe.

            “We don’t listen to authority,” said Leon matter-of-factly, walking past Chloe to the elevator.

            She sighed and followed them.

            “I’m coming,” said Eve.

            “No!” said Lucifer. “You’ve done enough.” He closed the doors of the elevator and took a deep breath. (Y/N), I’m coming.

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[mulderscully]

LUCIFER — “Everything’s Coming Up Lucifer” (2016)