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✼ 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✼

♥ Larissa Weems ♥ (Wednesday, TV 2022)

on wednesdays we wear black (ongoing) -> a Morticia Addams/Larissa Weems Mean Girls!AU story that is currently on hiatus. needs to be reworked

little miss perfect -> a teenage Larissa Weems/Morticia Addams one-shot. dealing with internalised homophobia. angst with a happy ending.

push me gently (into love) (nsfw) -> two chapter Larissa x reader story in which the reader is a goth art teacher at Nevermore. fluffy, cozy, and sweet, featuring easily skippable smut. rom-com vibes. written for a lovely human being and i hope it continues to bring her joy.

particular (nsfw) -> Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams, aka the fic that got me cancelled. rom-com with dark humour and some more mature themes, but still relatively light. sort of a coming-of-age story. author is considering making people take a reading comprehension test before being allowed to comment.

making do -> one-shot. angst, hurt/no comfort. past Larissa Weems/Morticia Addams. a character study of Larissa Weems. mentions sexual assault, deals with processing trauma.

pathetic (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. a short piece describing a toxic relationship. Larissa x reader, but nothing abut the reader is specified -- almost like their identity doesn't matter and they're just a plaything meant to pleasure their boss. featuring foot fetish. it's hotter than you think :)

inevitable (dead dove: do not eat) -> a very dark piece of fiction dealing with sexual assault and trauma. features horror elements. please, take the tags seriously, this isn't a light read.

marvellous girl (dead dove: do not eat) -> a dark Wednesday/Larissa fic exploring grooming. please take all tags and warnings seriously, but be aware that it is your job to curate your internet experience and i am not at fault if you find certain themes upsetting.

periwinkle dreams (nsfw) -> Morticia/Larissa smut. features very dubious consent and somnophilia. no real plot.

pretty girls, she wants to be them (nsfw)-> Morticia/Larissa. Larissa has complicated feelings about sexual shapeshifting. angst. body horror.

♥ Lucifer Morningstar ♥ (The Sandman, TV 2022)

violet soul (nsfw) -> two chapters. one of my most popular Lucifer fics. Lucifer x reader. deals with the topic of selling one's soul to the devil. dark. features very filthy smut.

my ruin tastes so sweet (almost as sweet as your lips) -> a choose-your-own-adventure story with three possible endings, that explores what it means for an angel to fall. Lucifer x angel!reader.

our little dance (nsfw) -> Lucifer/Mazikeen. character/unconventional relationship study. explores neurodivergency. very sensual smut in the 2nd chapter.

kiss my sorrow away -> tooth-rottingly fluffy Lucifer/Mazikeen one-shot. Lucifer is being the most extra of drama queens, and Mazikeen cheers them up.

call the devil's name (nsfw) -> Lucifer/Mazikeen one-shot. very romantic. hot and tender smut. depicts love as devotion/religious experience.

belong (nsfw) -> dark Lucifer x reader one-shot. non-explicit non-con. explores the concept of free will after one sells their soul to the devil.

the secret (nsfw) -> last part of kink!week with a surprising twist at the end. Lucifer x Mazikeen... and a curious voyeur?

♥ Jane Murdstone ♥ (The Personal History of David Copperfield, 2019)

when the last restraint is gone (ongoing) (nsfw) -> an intense victorian romance between Jane Murdstone and her lady's maid, Laura. sort of in the style of Sarah Waters's historical romance novels. heavily influenced by Vita and Virginia's love letters. featuring a lot of sensually read victorian poetry and dirty, delicious smut. currently being edited/rewritten.

one and a half sugars (ongoing) -> modern!AU. Jane is an insipid accountant with very specific opinions about coffee, and reader is the only person who knows how to make it for her. fluffy rom-com vibes. will feature smut in later chapters.

don't look away (as i bare my soul to you) (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. dominatrix!Jane x reader. how healing is it for someone to see the worst parts of you and never avert their eyes? the kink in question is watersports and it's much tamer and more sensual than it sounds.

♥ Captain Phasma ♥ (Star Wars, sequel trilogy)

danger level - one (nsfw) -> filthy smut featuring the good ol' sex pollen trope. Phasma x fem!stormtrooper!reader. hot and a bit silly. straightforward and simple porn lol.

chrome and lipstick (nsfw) -> technically a Wednesday fandom crossover, but honestly you can read it without knowing anything about Wednesday except the fact that Larissa Weems is a person that exists. filthy smut (sensing a theme for fics featuring our beloved captain here? lol). non-con/dub-con, so read at your own risk!

easy prey (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. tentacle erotica, non-con. features glittery pink tentacles and a very pretty alien oc, if that spark(le)s your fancy.

♥ Jan Stevens ♥ (Flux Gourmet, 2022)

hazy (nsfw) -> Jan x reader smut, featuring the infamous egg aka oviposition kink. give it a go, it's not as weird as you think it is :)

beautiful (nsfw) -> a gift for a lovely tumblr mutual. Jan x reader fic exploring love, devotion, and body image. very smutty. featuring eggs because it's Jan and it has to :)

fill me (with your love) (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. Jan x fem!reader. a very sensual piece with disturbing erotic imagery. featuring alvinolagnia, food play and bloating fetish.

♥ Brienne of Tarth ♥ (Game of Thrones, TV 2011-2019)

so very chivalrous (and so completely oblivious) -> Brienne x princess!reader. very fluffy. Brienne is very good with a sword, but a bit oblivious in the matters of love. featuring good ol' lesbian yearning.

sweet dreams (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. brienne is injured in a heroic pursuit, and a lovely lady takes care of her while her injuries heal. kink of choice is erotic lactation. very fluffy and sweet.

cup runneth over (nsfw) -> Brienne/Cersei. Brienne mourns Jaime and finds consolation in Cersei. fucked up. use of sex as self-harm. pure, unadulterated filth.

♥ Miranda Hilmarson ♥ (Top of the Lake, TV 2013-2017)

...but we could be (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. Miranda Hilmarson x Robin Griffin. Miranda starred in a lesbian gangbang porn video and she is very proud of it. Robin thinks Miranda that's absolutely nuts and she definitely doesn't want to see it, thank you very much... except somehow she finds herself in Miranda's apartment, watching it. why is Miranda's shirt see-through? and why is she so nice to Robin while Robin is actively trying to push everyone away?

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notmazikeen · 8 months ago

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The Villain | Choso Kamo

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"Thank you Choso. You really didn't have to buy me all of those clothes." She said smiling softly at him.

"Of course I did. You fucked me so well last night." He smirked, his left hand gripping the steering wheel and the other on the center console.

Mazikeen blushed at the sudden remark. She reached for her skirt and adjusted it, slightly pulling it up. Revealing her tattoo on her thigh.

Choso came to a stop, anxious to get back to his house. The stoplight was taking forever to turn green. He shot a glance at the girl and noticed how attractive she looked.

Even if she didn't have on any makeup she looked stunning. Her tattoo only made Choso crave her more. He looked back up to the light. Slowly moving his hand to grasp her thigh.

She turned her head to the window and smirked. Knowing this is what she wanted him to do. Choso had a soft grip on her, but tight enough to keep her still.

Her thighs clenched together and she leaned her head on her palm, which was propped up by her door. She bit her lip and stared off into the distance. Trying to keep calm.

The grip on her thigh got tighter as he felt her muscles tense up. He trailed his hand up and down her thigh soothingly. Rubbing his thumb against her soft skin.

Mazikeen felt like a princess. He was driving her luxurious car, and she was sitting pretty in the passenger seat. "Where are we going?" She asked, confused about the area they were in.

Choso sped through traffic, with precision. Like he does this constantly. He does.

"A back way to my house." He said softly. His hand now toying with her underwear seam.

Mazikeen kept squirming from his touch, not wanting to wait any longer. "Okay..." She mumbled. She looked over at the handsome man. His hair was down and slicked back. His tattoo caught her attention. She ogled it intently.

"Why do you have that tattoo?" She questioned.

He glanced over at her and furrowed his brows. "I'll have to tell you later princess. We're here."

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine." She unbuckled her seatbelt and he gripped her thigh tightly. He looked menacingly at his front porch.

"Wait here." He growled. He got out of her car and walked towards his porch. "What the fuck are you doing here." His voice filled with anger.

It was a girl. She looked aloof, like a literal dumb blonde. "Choso! I've been waiting for you all day!!!" She squealed. Mazikeen glared at the woman with distaste.

She quickly got out of the car and walked up to the pair. "Who is this?" She questioned.

The other girl looked at her and reached out her hand with a smile. "I'm his girlfriend!" She exclaimed. Her tone was friendly but you could hear her obvious possession.

Choso and Mazikeen bother widened their eyes. Choso then glared at the other woman. "No the fuck she isn't." He scoffed.

Mazikeen looked at Choso, her eyes filled with anger. "Who is she then?!" She laughed. She sounded insane. Choso was obviously not hers but what they had last night was not a one night stand.

The girl crossed her arms and laughed. "Oh he didn't tell you?" Choso pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No she's not my girlfriend. I hooked up with her once and now she won't leave me alone."

Mazikeen rolled her eyes at his comment. Clearly not interested in their conversation anymore. "Whatever." Mazikeen growled. Malicious intent behind her words now.

Choso grabbed Mazikeen by the waist. Pulling her close to his side. He smirked at the other girl, "This is my ACTUAL girlfriend. Leave us the fuck alone or I will call the cops."

The other girl pouted and stepped closer to Choso. She reached her hand out to grab his free hand, which Mazikeen quickly swatted away.

"Are you stupid? I'm his girlfriend bitch." She spat. Choso pushed Mazikeen in-front of his body now. Trying to hide his growing erection. He found this whole situation hot.

Mazikeen quickly became aggressive to defend her relationship with Choso. Their nonexistent relationship that is.

He found that attractive. If she let him he would bend her over in-front of this crazy bitch and fuck her brains out.

The other girl stood there shocked. She didn't know what to say. She was angry she couldn't have Choso. Choso could see her expression change, he turned Mazikeen around and grabbed her neck.

He pressed his lips to her within a blink and shoved his tongue into her mouth. As the two were making out, the other girl got uncomfortable. She had tears in her eyes as she ran off.

Choso broke the kiss and smirked down at his precious girl. "Look what you did." He chuckled.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and stared into his lustfully. "So me fighting for you turned you on?" She let out a small giggle.

Choso furrowed his brows and winked at her, "It was fucking hot." He mumbled out.

Choso let her go and began walking to the car, he pulled out her shopping bags. He closed the door and walked back up to her.

"Let's get in the hot tub?" He smirked. He just bought her a blue bikini that showed off her body beautifully.

"Yea." She smiled and followed him into the house.

All of the bags now laid across his bed, Mazikeen grabbed her swimsuit and started to make her way to the bathroom. But when she turned around Choso was standing in the doorway.

"Not so fast princess. I think we should play a little drinking game yeah?" He said with a smirk.

She raised her brow and tilted her head. Walking closer to the tall figure. "And what's that?" She mumbled. Her eyes focused on his muscular abdomen.

"Sit." He demanded and pointed to his bed. She groaned and plopped onto the bed. Choso began rummaging through his top dresser drawer. He pulled out a card game.

Then he pulled out a large bottle of liquor. One that had a rather small alcohol percentage.

He sat next to her on the bed and placed his objects down on his nightstand. "Sit in the chair so I can see you better." He smiled.

His smile was not innocent. She knew he just wanted to see up her skirt. Of course she wanted him to though.

"Yes sir." She whispered and stood up to grab his chair. Choso let out a soft groan and quickly grabbed her thighs. He pulled her down onto his lap.

He leaned his head onto the crook of her neck, "What did you say?" He strained out.

"Why so you can get off on it?" She smirked and wiggled her butt on his crotch.

His hands were quick to keep her still. He let out another quiet moan. "Don't move."

She leaned her back against his chest and sighed. "Yes sir." She whined out.

Choso gripped her thighs tightly, thrusting himself against her plump ass. "Good girl." Mazikeen shivered at the nickname and clenched her thighs together. Choso let out a small laugh.

"You like being praised pretty girl?" He asked softly, his hand moving slowly towards the seam of her panties again.

She shook her head slowly and clenched her thighs tighter together. Choso used his free hand to grab her jaw.

"Your words princess. Use them." His voice was dripping with want. No need. He needed her to speak.

"Yes..." She managed to whine out. Choso traced his finger against her clit, her underwear was quickly becoming wet with arousal.

"Yes what?" He growled. He had a praise kink as well, he loved being the dominant one in the relationship. He also could take it down a notch and let her dominate him. The thought of her riding his dick and moaning how good he was being made him weak.

The bulge in his pants throbbed against her cunt. He needed to taste her, to touch her, to hear her. It was driving him insane.

"Yes... Sir." She muttered. She grabbed Choso's hand and guided him under her panties. "Please touch me..."

Choso's heavy breath felt hot against her neck. It made her shiver, her neck was sensitive and she needed him now. It was overwhelming.

He began circling her clit with light pressure, it made her squirm and rock against his dick. The friction between them driving them both crazy.

His finger slid down a bit and traced her entrance, slowly. It was agonizing for her. He knew he was teasing her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"Choso please..." She whined out.

He only made a soft grunt and slid his finger inside her. Mazikeen was soaking wet already. The foreplay between them was taking to long, she wanted him now.

In a swift movement, she pulled his finger out of her and stood to her feet. She grabbed his finger and stuck it in her mouth. Slowly sucking her juices off him.

Choso tilted his head back as he watched her and groaned lowly. "Fuck princess..." He whined.

She pushed him down on the bed and unzipped his jeans. He quickly pulled them off his legs and kicked them to the side.

His shirt was raised above his chiseled abdomen, and his raging boner could be seen through his boxers.

"What are you doing?" He smirked softly at her.

"Shut up." She whined. She wasn't usually dominant but something overcame her. She needed him now.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled and put his arms behind his head. She took off her skirt and her t-shirt. Leaving her in her underwear.

He stared at her body and bit his lip, she was mesmerizing. The way she moved and carried herself made Choso hungry.

She climbed on top of him and straddled his slutty waist. She placed her arms beside him and leaned down to kiss his lips.

Choso moved his hand to grab the back of her head. Pushing it towards him, making their lips roughly come into contact.

As the two began making out Mazikeen grinded against his crotch, both of their underwear becoming dark with a mix of their arousal.

Their hunger feeding into each others. Making their desire to need each other growing.

Mazikeen sat up on his lap, spit across her lips from the man underneath her. She looked at him lustfully, her eyes low. She scooted herself down on his legs and toyed with his waistband.

A finger now hooked under it. She thought she would tease him back now. Payback for him playing with her all day.

She leaned down her head and kissed his stomach. This made him tense up. The sudden feeling of her hot breath and wet lips caused him to groan quietly.

She made her way down to the waistband of his boxers. Staring intently into his eyes. She left a trail of kisses whenever she moved to a different spot.

Choso was trying to thrust against her touch. His dick was throbbing and begging for attention. "Mazikeen. Enough teasi-" He suddenly let out a loud groan.

She cut him off by licking his bulge imprint in his boxers. That shut him up real quick. She smirked and moved her hand to his aching erection.

Slowly palming him, her eyes glued to his. Choso bit the inside of his cheek trying not to make a sound. As she was hardly even touching him. He didn't want to sound desperate.

Her fingers hooked around his waistband again and pulled his underwear down slowly. A soft slapping noise was heard when she pulled them down far enough. Choso helped her slide his underwear off onto the ground.

Mazikeen stared at his boner. Still in disbelief he was this big. She swallowed hard and leaned her head back down to his now exposed cock.

She took her hand and grabbed the base of his length, beginning to slowly stroke up and down his dick.

He thrusted up into her hand trying to create more friction. Groaning at her touch. It almost sounded like he was whimpering.

Before she had any second thoughts, Mazikeen placed a wet kiss against his tip. Her hand could feel him throbbing. "Are you about to cum?" She smirked up at him.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her away from his cock. "F-Fuck...Give me a second." His voice was shaky.

Mazikeen disobeyed him and forced her mouth around his dick. Slowly pushing him into her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft while she began to suck.

"Fucking hell!" He whimpered out. His grip on her hair tighter. His throbbing length began to twitch. She knew he was close already. Proud of herself he was going to cum so quickly.

He pushed his head back and began to pant as he came in her mouth. His dick pumping his seed into her warm mouth.

"I'm...s-sorry." He whined out between pants. She swallowed him quickly and pulled herself off him with a pop. "You taste good." She mumbled. Leaning back up to Choso. He released her hair and placed his hand along her waist.

"Get on the bed." He growled out. "I'm not done with you yet, princess."

Her body shivered at his words. She felt a little in shock he was ready for round two. "Okay..." She mumbled.

She stood up fully and leaned her chest against the bed. Her feet placed on the floor. He got up and followed behind her. Placing his now growing erection against her ass. Grabbing her hair again. "Excuse me?" His voice low and lustful.

She looked back at him and rolled her eyes. "What?" She purred out. Hoping this would get a rise out of him. She was right. It caused a low growl to come from his throat.

"Princess..." He trailed off, his free hand gripping her waist tightly. Bending his head down to meet her neck. "It's yes sir." He let out a raspy groan as he grinded his hips against her soaking cunt.

"Mmph...N-No..." She gasped out. She truly just wanted to see how far she could push him. It frightened her how he became so dominant at her words.

"Lose your attitude before I fuck it out of you." He mumbled, his lips grazing across her ear. It made her shiver.

He stood back up and stared at her ruined underwear. "Such a mess f'me." He grunted. She couldn't help but let out a soft whine.

"Take 'em off." He grinned. He definitely had a thing for watching her strip for him. It made her feel embarrassed on the other hand. She was so desperate though that she listened to every word he said.

She leaned off the bed partially, slowly hooking her fingers around the waistband of her underwear. She bent over in-front of Choso as she slid her underwear down.

His eyes were glued to her wet cunt. If he didn't contain himself he would cum just from the sight. Mazikeen held her underwear in her palm. "Here..." She mumbled. Her tone a bit embarrassed.

Choso grabbed them from her and threw them on his chair. "Bend over on the bed." He demanded. His voice raspy, as if he was parched. Yea, he was. He needed to taste her.

She rolled her eyes but caved in to his demands. He was quick to place his hands on her thighs. Suddenly he had flipped her over to her back.

She widened her eyes at his rough movement. Also a bit nervous for what he had planned. "W-What-" She was cut off by the most painfully arousing scene, Choso knelt before her. Placing his hands on either side of her thighs.

Bringing his face close to her throbbing cunt. She trembled at the sight. Quickly covering her mouth with her palm. Her face becoming red. She had never seen such a look in a man's eyes before.

He looked as if he had just seen the most beautiful thing, yet he looked desperate.

He glared up at her, Choso brought his face closer to her thighs. Placing hard and rough kisses along the insides of them.

Mazikeen couldn't help but squirm against the movements. "A-Ah...Choso..." She gasped out. He only looked up at her with a smirk.

"Fuck your pussy is pretty." He growled. He didn't give her time to respond as he quickly moved his lips to her aching clit.

He placed a soft kiss first. Staring up at her waiting for a reaction. She leaned her head back and clenched her legs around his head. Letting out a soft whimper.

He used his hands to forcibly hold her legs open. He opened his mouth and began to kitten lick her clit. Now focusing on her pussy as he was soon to devour it like it was his last meal.

Mazikeen was a mess. She was quick to become overwhelmed by the pleasure. She had never felt such pleasure. "C-Choso..." She strained out.

He ignored her as his tongue explored her slick folds. Lapping hungrily at her cunt. She could feel the heat building up in her stomach.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he placed his thumb over her clit. Slipping his tongue inside her soaking cunt. Her body tensed up as she trembled. The heat in her pussy becoming stronger.

"Ch- ngh!" She moaned out loudly. His tongue licked roughly against the ridged part of her cunt. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair. "I'm gonna..." She panted out. Not being able to make clear sentences as Choso ate her out.

He stopped abruptly hearing her sentence. He glared up at her. A pussy drunk look across his face. "Your words." He growled.

Mazikeen looked down at him and clenched her legs trying to close them. "Hah..'m gonna cum..." Her voice was shaky. There was no way possible she was going to come undone this quickly just by his mouth.

He smirked and gave her clit a soft but slow lick. "Cum on my face, princess." He demanded. He clearly wasn't asking.

"W-What..? No!" She sat up on her elbows. Her eyes widened with a bit of shock. Choso nodded and pushed her stomach down. Encouraging her to relax.

"F'me princess?" His tone became soft. She let out a soft groan. His voice was way too enticing to not do what he wanted. She nodded and laid herself back down.

Choso quickly resumed his actions. Lewd noises spilling into the room. At some point she heard Choso make a loud groan. She didn't know why he would be groaning if she was the one getting eaten out. She pushed it to the back of her mind for now.

Choso's tongue slipped back inside her cunt, lapping at it desperately. His thumb still rubbing circles on her clit. She brought her knees up and placed her legs around Choso's neck. Her thighs clenching tightly around his head.

Her moaning became sluggish and her legs tensed up more the closer her orgasm came. She leaned her head back, "F-Fuck..! Choso..." She whimpered out. The heat in her stomach becoming more prominent.

Choso didn't change his pace. He stayed steady knowing she was close to finishing. Within seconds she came around his wet tongue.

Her back arched at the feeling and her breathing became labored. Choso quickly swallowed up her orgasm. Trying not to waste any of her sweet liquids.

He stood up and looked down at her. A softness in his eyes. "Ready for round 2?" He snickered.

She calmed her breathing and looked at his pussy drunk face. His lips red and raw, his cheeks flushed, and the area around his lips wet.

"Wait are you serious?!" She gasped out. Choso shook his head and let out a low chuckle. "I'm kidding princess. I came a while ago."

She looked at him shocked. "Y-You came..? From eating me out?"

He nodded and pointed to his thighs. His legs were covered in cum. How could this man possibly cum that hard after getting his dick sucked.

She furrowed her brows. He laid on the bed beside her and sighed loudly, trying to control his breathing.

"I came when you told me you were about to." He mumbled. His face and voice showed absolutely no shame. He was clearly infatuated with his 'girlfriend'.

She looked at him slowly. "That's hot..." She giggled out. Her hand resting on his arm.

"You're mine." He grunted out. Ignoring her words. His body became hot, but this time it wasn't arousal. He felt possessive over his girl. Though they weren't together yet, he felt jealousy rise through him.

He would kill anyone who dared to mess with her...

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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Stalking you once again my dear. And thought I’d leave another prompt to work your magic on~

r is trying to remain big and struggling stood next to luci in a meeting. R brings their covered hands to their mouth effectively hiding it and preventing them from grabbing their stuffie hidden in the bag next to them. Luci realises and feels pride that r is trying so hard to do this as not to upset them (not that it would)

R then slips away from the meeting and turns little once they feel safe to do so but the slip a lot more into little space than normal. To the Point all they can do is make sounds and curl up into a ball, processing all the emotions swirling in them. Being alone scares r and it draws out the attack of emotions and adding fear and anxiety into them. Tears streaming and breathing hitching with the strong emotions.

Luci discovers r in such a tiny state and immediately takes care of their tiny little one. Tiny is absolutely fascinated with lucis wings only settling when they’ve got both wings in their hands, clutching at them like a life line listening to lucis soothing cooing and gentle rocking ~ shy anon🕊️

#shyanon🕊️

Overwhelmed

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

Extra Prompt: r throws a tantrum and cusses at Mazikeen

A/n: AH ITS SO CUTE I love this, ty

Warnings: r throws a tantrum and cusses, masking regression, crying, very very small reader, I don’t know what else

This was literally the worse time to start feeling small. You were in the middle of a meeting with the co-rulers of hell and a few other lords. Sure Azazel had seen you before but it was never during “work” hours and Beezelbub and the rest of the lords would certainly never be allowed to find out. They were fighting with Lucifer, those two tended to gang up on them a lot. Too much you found.

It wasn’t until recently that Lucifer started bringing you along to these meetings, you were levelheaded and logical, a lot more than they could say about the rest of the idiots here, that’s what they said anyways. You’d keep the meetings peaceful and on track, honestly it was like a superpower of yours.

Though you longed to let the mask fall and reach for Emery now was not the time, Lucifer of course noticed this, they always knew, specially since they had to learn how to watch out for your regressing when you kept hiding it from them. They called over Mazikeen and whispered something you couldn’t quite make out to her, then she went back but instead of standing behind them, she stood behind and between the two of you.

You payed no mind to it, deciding would hold on until the meeting was close to ending to leave. Resting your head on your hand, you started hyper focusing on their words, hoping it would somehow help you stay big, it kind off did. You made a few comments and re-directed conversation when it got off track a few times, it kept you distracted enough but by the end of it you were overwhelmed, this was mentally exhausting.

Managing to make up an excuse to leave you grabbed your stuff, gave Lucifer a quick kiss on the cheek, making the others make teasing comments and ask for one too, it made you giggle as you walked out, you knew it was all in good fun because first of all, they’d lose their heads if it wasn’t, and second, it’s not the first time, you’ve grown quite used to them by now.

You rushed to your room and let yourself slip, as relieving as it was to finally stop masking it was horrible to be like this without Lucifer as everything you had been holding in came out at once. You whined and replayed the quiet “just a few minutes” they whispered to you when you said goodbye, “just a few minutes” felt so stupidly long. You hated being alone, it was scary and stressful. You just wanted your Luci.

You wanted to pass time by maybe coloring or playing but moving felt like such a chore in that moment, you curled up hugging your stuffie close, sobbing, after a few minutes you heard the door open and close quietly. You sprung up in hopes to see Lucifer but instead it was Mazikeen. “I was told to leave a few minutes after you.” She nodded your way at the stuffie in your arms. “They know you quite well I suppose.”

You loved Maz, you really did, but the disappointment of hoping for Lucifer and having her walk in instead made you very sad and very angry. “fuc u go away” your little voice screaming was really not all that intimidating but it was clear you were upset. “Now angel, what would Lucifer think about you saying a bad word?” Huffing adorably angerly you repeated your previous word but slower. “fuck. u. go. away!”

You hid into your pillow and cried, kicking your legs, but unlike usual it wasn’t “happy kicks”, you were upset and throwing a tantrum. again. “Are you like this all the time or do you just hate me” your head shot up her way, your brows were furrowed you looked confused and hurt that she would even suggest that. “want lu..” sighing she made her way to the bed and sat next to you. “I know you do, but I’m the best you’ve got until they’re here, and we all know you hate being alone.”

Nodding, you hugged her. Of course you didn’t hate her, and she was right, you didn’t want to be alone, you certainly didn’t mind her being with you either. “You can’t go around saying fuck though, I genuinely don’t think Lucifer would appreciate that.” She laughed when you let out a noise of disapproval and stopped hugging her.

This brought you back to your current dilema, Lucifer. “Mm!..” you met her with teary eyes and really she didn’t know how to handle this.

Thankfully she didn’t have to as Lucifer made their way in. “Just in time, I thought the little bug was gonna start crying on me again and I can’t deal with that.” She happily let herself out and closed the door behind her. “Crying?” They said cupping and studying your tear stricken face and the way your breathing hitched. “Mm..” you didnt really say anything, just kinda whined and looked at them , lost.

Immediately they pulled you into their lap, arms and wings coming around you and your face light up slightly. Your hands launched forward to trace over their wings, you were careful but curious, unfocused little eyes looking over every detail, they looked as rough and expensive as leather but they were soft to the touch and warm.

Like a blanket! Your little mind immediately thought. Lucifer just watched you, a soft smile on their face at your adoration, truly they never loved their wings much, yes they made them feel powerful and strong, but that was all. Slowly, you were making them learn to love them as much as you did.

Lucifer didn’t want to break the little bubble of peace that was formed around you but they were concerned about you, so they spoke, soft and quietly. “are you alright, tiny?” you hummed, it sounded like a yes, they took your hand and put it up, pointing at each finger and giving it a number, one through five and a closed fist meant less. Simple enough instructions.

“How tiny are you my sweet dove?” Your eyes wandered up, completely looking away from your hand as you thought, they could almost see the cogs turning in your head and you gave up, hiding into their chest. You felt like crying again, this time you couldn’t really find a reason why.

You just cried and they held you through it, softly rubbing your back and whispering to you reassuringly. “you did so good, did you know that, little angel? How you managed to hold on until it was over, im so proud of you.” Again you only hummed nuzzling impossible closer to them, Lucifer swears in moments like these, if you could fuse into them you would. They weren’t wrong.

“that’s a very tiny dove I think.” They said mostly into the air, it’s not like you were present enough to understand them. you lifted your head slightly and made grabby hands at their wings. Lucifer moved to lay gently on the bed with you on their chest. Your slow blinks and clinginess were a dead giveaway you were ready for bed, awe still present in your face when their wings hid you away, as if you’d never seen them before. “Nini?” You asked while your hands gently held their wings, as if you weren’t two seconds away from visiting the dreaming. “yes tiny one, night night time.”

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Poor Daniel

Summary: (Y/N) gets a nice break from being the one involved in trouble.

“(Y/N), if I theoretically asked you to use your shadows to scare someone—”

“No,” said (Y/N), popping a tomato into their mouth.

“Pleeeeeeeease?” said Lucifer. “I have the best idea for a prank on Detective Douche, and it would be amazing if you could scare him.”

(Y/N) gave him a deadpan look. “No.”

“I would owe you,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “No. You still owe me for taking Trixie back home.”

“I thought you were doing that to be nice,” said Lucifer.

“To Trixie.” They held out a hand. “Money please.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before giving them ten dollars. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N).

“Now will you help?” said Lucifer.

“No, I’m busy,” said (Y/N). “Due to Celestial bullshit—”

“Language,” scolded their father.

“—I’m behind on my collection, so I’ve got to finish that.”

Lucifer sighed. “Fiiiiiine. Will you at least come to the celebratory party I’m hosting at the end of it tonight?”

“Are you playing a prank that goes on all day?” said (Y/N).

Lucifer looked a bit too pleased with himself. “Of course.”

“…Why?”

“Because he shot me,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “Fair enough. I’ll come to the party.”

“Bring all your friends!” said Lucifer. “It’s going to be quite the event~.” He nearly skipped out of the room.

Poor Daniel, thought (Y/N).

“(Y/N), why did we pass a bunch of people discussing ‘lines’ and carrying guns on the way up?” said Marcel.

“Is the Lux having a movie-themed party tonight?” said Leon.

“If I’d have known, I would have dressed up like a Hollywood starlet from back in the day,” said Olive.

“Do you have something like that in your wardrobe?” said Noa.

“Duh,” said Olive, smiling.

“I think Lucifer was playing something today,” said Em.

“Yeah, torturing Dan,” said (Y/N).

“Detective…Douche, right?” said Marcel.

“Don’t call him that to his face, but yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Why is Detective Dan being ‘tortured?’ ” said Leon.

“He shot my dad a while ago after finding out he was the devil, so my dad is pranking him—torturing him—in return,” said (Y/N).

“Ah, so he’s getting what’s coming to him,” said Em. “I’m not surprised.”

“He’s going to be fine, just a little…shaken,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Which of us is from Hell?” said Em.

(Y/N) just grinned and winked, and Em’s cheeks turned red. “Now, who wants to go to the after-torture-party?”

“Me!” chorused the Four Horsemen and Em.

The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club watched in amusement as poor Dan screamed and ran around as everyone around him “shot” and bled and fell. They were sitting “stage left” with Lucifer, who was grinning and was nearly rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. Poor, suffering Dan even had to watch Maze “die.”

“Alright, time for me to enter!” chirped Lucifer, straightening his collar. He stepped out.

“Daniel! What did you do?” said Lucifer, fawning shock.

“I don’t know!” said Dan, almost crying. “I-I was just trying to help.”

“Well…” Lucifer tsked. “Now you see that sometimes when you’re trying to do the right thing, other people who don’t deserve it end up getting shot.”

“…What?” said Dan, voice trembling.

“Oh, I’m sorry, guys.” One of the “bodies” laughed and sat up. “I couldn’t hold it any longer. My arm was falling asleep.” Dan stared in shock.

Mazikeen laughed and sat up. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

Everyone laughed and got up as Dan’s fear and bewilderment grew.

“Bravo, bravo, bravo!” Lucifer clapped. “Job absolutely well done! As promised, wrap party starts now! There’s an open bar, food trucks in the back. Give yourself a pat on the back, people. That was—” He gave them a kiss.

Everyone cheered as the lights went on, and music started to play. Some people went for food, some for drinks, and others for the dancefloor. Dan stood, still confused, in the middle of the actors still clothed in fake blood.

“Guess we can join,” said Marcel, grabbing Leon’s hand and heading for the food.

“Time to dance!” said Olive, pulling Noa with her.

“I’m going to grab some food, want some?” said Em.

“Sure, I’m going to make sure Dan isn’t too messed up right now,” said (Y/N).

“Even on your off day you’re making sure everyone’s alright,” said Em.

“Ew, don’t make it a job,” grumbled (Y/N), heading down the stairs. Despite their grumbling, though, they wanted to get to Dan at the same time Lucifer did (the poor guy couldn’t take much more).

“Countless hours of meticulous planning, dozens of favors called in, so many Easter eggs from our previous adventures,” said Lucifer, pleased with himself as he sat down next to Dan. He patted his arm. “Did you spot them all? 5,004,157 dollars spent. Totally worth it!”

“All of this. The dog, the wreck,” said Dan. “I woke up this morning with no clothes on next to a dead body.”

“Daniel Espinoza, naked and afraid,” said Lucifer, handing him a drink. “Cheers!” They both took a drink (one in celebration, the other in relief).

“I don’t understand how you pulled it off, man,” said Dan. “Even you couldn’t control everything.”

“Well, the hardest part was making sure the Detective wasn’t involved, hence all the illegalities you wouldn’t want to share with her,” said Lucifer.

“And I wouldn’t help,” said (Y/N), appearing on the other side of Dan. “How you doing?”

“I-I’m alive-I-What-You-You knew?” said Dan.

“I tell them everything,” said Lucifer, grinning.

“You were too proud of yourself to keep it a secret,” corrected (Y/N) with a grin.

Dan groaned. “But…But how did you know what I would do?”

Lucifer smiled. “Because I know you, Daniel. At every opportunity to quit, I knew that your oafish optimism would keep you going.” Surprisingly, it was a compliment wrapped in…something else. “I supposed I realized that whenever you’re given a choice, you always at least try and do the right thing.”

Dan scoffed, but it wasn’t entirely angry. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. It’s crazy, but I think I needed this.”

So he’s doing well enough to be introspective, thought (Y/N). Lucifer, however, looked confused.

“I’ve been in a really weird place for a long time,” said Dan. “And I think I’m through it now. I—I can’t explain it. But you really helped me.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Lucifer frowned. “Well, that’s not why I did this at all.”

It was Dan’s turn to frown. “Well, then why did you do all this?”

“Because you fucking shot me, Daniel,” said Lucifer.

They both stared into space and took another drink. (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

Adults are such drama queens. “Well, now that you two are done with this pettiness, you two can put this whole Devil-gun-drama behind you, alright?”

“In my defense, it’s a lot,” said Dan.

“Not really,” said (Y/N), smiling. “That’s pretty much the tip of the iceberg.”

“I know about God. And Charlotte. And Not-Charlotte.” Dan shivered.

“Oh, yeah, that. Man, that was a long time ago,” said (Y/N).

Dan paled. “There’s more?”

(Y/N) grinned. “Wait until you find out about me nearly ending the world.” Dan stared. (Y/N) hopped down from the bar stool and walked back to their friends.

Lucifer poured another drink for Dan. He eagerly drank it. Poor Daniel.

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notsomassiveblackhole · 1 year ago

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Lucifer’s Lemonade

Lucifer’s decided to open a lemonade stand, but they’re tragically not receiving any business. After throwing a petite temper tantrum, however, they inexplicably run into a customer brought to them by pure serendipity—for more reasons than one.

On a sweltering Sunday afternoon, Lucifer sat at their new lemonade stand with the most defeated pout of the century tugging at their lips. They had spent a whopping two hours making other demons assemble, paint, and decorate their stand while they semi-attentively supervised parts of the process, and this was their reward? Not a single customer in five minutes? Absolutely unbelievable!

Lucifer dug their nails into the side of the lemonade stand until it splintered as they waited “patiently” for their first customer. Would there even be a first customer at all? If there wasn’t, Lucifer decided, then they would incinerate every demon involved with the creation of this godforsaken lemonade stand.

Several more minutes passed by, and Lucifer toppled all of their cups over before stacking them again just to make it seem like they were being productive. They picked up the tip jar and set it back down, they stirred the already homogenous lemonade, and they even briefly stood up to inspect the sign.

“Lucifer’s Lemonade!” it screamed in capitalized letters. “One century of service per glass! No discounts available.” Lucifer put their hands on their hips and frowned. Could it be that the refusal of any potential discounts was driving everyone away? They grabbed a permanent marker out of their pocket and furiously crossed out the “no,” making the sign seem as if discounts were practically a promise. What a pathetic way to reel customers in, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Lucifer plopped back into their seat with a dissatisfied huff and crossed their arms. Mazikeen stepped outside, glancing between Lucifer and their untouched jug of lemonade. “Had any luck yet?” she asked.

“Evidently not.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault.” Suddenly, Lucifer perked up. “Oh! Would you like a glass of lemonade, by any chance?” Mazikeen grimaced.

“Not particularly.” Lucifer shot up from their chair and scowled as their heart pounded in their chest.

“Why is that, Mazikeen? Is it the price? Is it the lemonade itself? Is it me?”

“No! No, it’s none of those things.”

“Then tell me what it is, or I’m never helping you with your morning crosswords again!” Mazikeen shrugged.

“I’ve just never particularly cared for lemonade.” Lucifer stalked closer to Mazikeen and lowered their voice.

“That’s it,” they hissed. “Get out of my sight.”

“All I said was that I’m not overly fond of it!”

“And I didn’t like what I heard.” Lucifer aggressively pointed towards their palace. “Now, out. No more crossword assistance for you.” Mazikeen hung her head and pitifully trudged away.

“You were never very good at those crosswords, anyway,” she muttered.

“Let’s see how good you are at withstanding the torture I have planned, and then maybe I’ll allow you to make snide comments like that.” Mazikeen said nothing and simply continued her agonizing walk. Lucifer groaned, storming over to the lemonade stand and letting out a gasp.

They had a customer.

It was as if time froze completely at that moment. Lucifer’s peripheral vision became a flurry of sparkles, hearts, and soft lights as they focused in on their hero—and then the magic subsided almost immediately.

“Dream?” Lucifer managed to croak out.

“Hello there, Lightbringer.” Of course. Of course Lucifer’s mystical first customer had to be that insufferable creature with the spiky hair and the strangely close relationships with ravens.

“What are you doing here, Morpheus?” Dream silently gestured to the lemonade stand’s sign. “You can’t be serious. What does the lord of dreams need lemonade for?”

“A refreshing beverage.”

“And you’re willing to give me a century of service?”

“I thought that discounts were available.” Lucifer reread the sign and grinned.

“Ah, yes! You thought correctly.” They enthusiastically poured Dream one glass of lemonade, holding it out to him before abruptly yanking it away. “Wait! I forgot the sugar!”

“Isn’t there sugar in the lemonade already?” Lucifer plastered on a smile.

“No.” They knelt on the ground beside their sugar container and scooped a heap of it into their hand. “You are failure,” they whispered into the sugar like a maniac. “You are disappointment, you are devastation, and you are most certainly not conducive to the existence of dreams.” Lucifer leaned even closer to the sugar. “In fact, you’re the very antithesis of dreams and everything that they mean.”

“I wasn’t aware that adding sugar to my lemonade was such a complex process, Lucifer Morningstar,” Dream said from above. Lucifer dramatically rolled their eyes and hopped back up to their feet with their fortified sugar in hand.

“My sincerest apologies for the wait. Do you not realize how difficult it is for me not to accidentally caramelize the sugar with how downright infuriating you are?”

“Excuse me?”

“Hm? What?” Dream sighed exasperatedly.

“Maybe you could avoid that issue if you didn’t touch the sugar with your bare hands.”

“It’s too late now, isn’t it?”

“Just offering a suggestion.”

“A suggestion that I reject, yes.”

“But your lemonade stand is a major hygiene concern!”

“Don’t worry, Morpheus. I wash my hands regularly.”

Truthfully, Lucifer only cleaned their hands once every thousand years, but they had cleverly neglected to mention that “regularly” did not mean “frequently.” So, with their delightfully grimy hands, they dumped the catalyst for Dream’s downfall into his unsuspecting Solo cup of lemonade. The absolute filthiness of Lucifer’s hands would be the least of Dream’s worries in about thirty seconds.

“Here you are,” Lucifer said sweetly, passing Dream his lemonade.

“Well? What’s the discount?”

“Oh, forget about it. The lemonade’s free.” Dream raised his eyebrows.

“How come?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m quite impressed by the way you bested me the other day, Dream. Hope—what a stroke of genius that was. I still can’t conjure anything up to defeat it with.” At that, Dream did the impossible: he smiled.

“You flatter me, Lightbringer.” He took a sip of his lemonade, and Lucifer fought the urge to squirm around like a giddy child winning at a game of tag. Dream of the Endless wouldn’t be endless for much longer.

Dream gazed off into the distance pensively for a moment before slowly beginning to nod. “You know what, Lucifer Morningstar? This lemonade’s actually pretty—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Dream disintegrated into nothing but a pile of ash with a red Solo cup resting neatly on top of it. Lucifer stared blankly at his remains, cocking their head. “That worked?” Their face lit up, and they started to twirl in circles with their wings fluttering behind them. “It worked! It actually worked!”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” Mazikeen asked as she approached the side of the lemonade stand. Lucifer whipped their head around and beamed.

“Mazikeen!” They leapt over to her and wrapped her in a crushing hug, squeezing their eyes shut. “Mazikeen, I finally got my first customer!”

And he had finally gotten his last cup of lemonade.

#gwendoline christie #lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman #lucifer #dream of the endless #morpheus #morpheus sandman #dream sandman #the sandman #mazikeen #mazikeen sandman

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baubeautyandthegeek · 9 months ago

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Lush Lives - Charlotte Richards/Mazikeen

A/N: Part 3/4 for @fluffbruary

“What a lush…” The mutter leaves Lucifer’s lips even as he watches Charlotte Richards throw back another shot, deeply hurting and clearly trying to drown her pain in alcohol. Mazikeen, at his side, sighs, grabs the bottle from the bartender’s hand and makes her way over to Charlotte in her plush corner seat, sliding in next to her to pour more, smirking at Charlotte’s slight shiver. “Go ahead, get yourself wasted… that’ll fix everything.” Mazikeen’s voice is low, gruffly angry. “Or you could tell me what’s wrong…?” “Life.” One word, followed by another drink and a sigh. “I’m… scared. Alright? I’ve still got missing time and I… I think I ruined most of my life.” “Well, I can’t fix scared… but I could at least keep you company… if you like?” “Yeah, I’d like that.” Charlotte mutters, throwing back her last shot then leaning to kiss Mazikeen, her voice softening slightly. “Company… sex… whatever.”

#mazilotte #charlikeen #mazikeen/charlotte richards #charlotte richards/mazikeen #mazikeen #charlotte richards #lucifer #fluffbruary #fluffbruary2024 #fluffbruary 2024

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its-all-ineffable · 1 year ago

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The Witcher Season 3, Vol 1 - thoughts

Hi! Me! I just have to make a post because I binged all 5 eps yesterday and I am having thoughts and feelings and I need to get them out somehwere!

Long post ahead!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S3 VOL 1 BELOW!!!

So...JASKIER IS BISEXUAL!!!!

AND HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just...I have so many feelings about this. Like, as a bi person, it means so much to see one of my fave characters be blatantly bisexual on screen! Also, Jaskier has had so much shit recently, and he deserves someone who loves and appreciates him properly, and I am very happy he got that.

I admit, I was worried about Radovid at first, I thought he'd be manipulative and scheming, especially being with Philippa and Dijkstra, but no, he seems like a sweet, kind man. Also, he instantly fell in love with Jaskier and is so fucking whipped for him - he performed his song to him cause he loved it, MY HEART!! Like...they are just the best, and I'm worried the relationship or one of THEM won't survive the season...but for now, HELL YEAH FOR JASKIER X RADOVID!😍🥰

Right - the plot has actually been pretty solid so far, and I'm enjoying it!

Ciri and Jaskier's dynamic is to DIE FOR and I am so happy they seem to be getting along. Would've loved to see the development of the uncle Jaskier and niece Ciri, but that's what fanfic is for I guess! Also, Yen, Ciri and Geralt as a family was fucking adorable.

Hell yeah for Yarpen being back, and for his arc of finally calling Jaskier by his name when Jaskier helped save his people! Also I screeched when Jaskier got shot with that arrow - I genuinely fear he might be killed, though I'm not sure why...🥺😬

GERALT AND JASKIER TRAVELLING TOGETHER, BESTIES HELL YEAH!!!!!🎉 Like, I would like a PROPER apology Geralt (I sigh, and turn to fanfiction, knowing canon will never give that to me), but I am so happy to see them back together. Also, the friendly banter and teasing, the casual affection, the fact that Geralt is actually asking Jaskier to help him and they seem to be super close again, like that is PRECIOUS TO ME!

I would've liked more Yennefer and Jaskier interaction though, I missed them, but hopefully we'll get that in Vol 2, cause we see a Yenskier hug in the teaser!

Geralt is such a dad, and he's been so good with Ciri (mostly) and it warms my heart seeing him be so tender to her. Like, they are just the best! That bit when she jumped on him, and they wrestled playfully?! MY HEART!😍 (Also, RIP original Roach, gone but not forgotten)

Yen and Geralt as a (romantic) relationship have grown on me, I admit, and they had amazing chemistry, especially those last 2 eps, but I am a firm Geraskfer lover (and I love Yenskier and Geraskier seperately too; I started a Geraskier girl though and always will be). Having them at that Ball, and being a power couple was the best though!

Speaking of the Ball, FUCKING STREGOBOR GOT FUCKED UP HELL YEAH FUCK THAT DUDE!!!! I HAVE HATED HIM SINCE S1, SO GLAD HE'S GETTING WRECKED!!!🎉😎 Also, that fucking Vilgefortz twist...I KNEW I DISLIKED HIM FOR A REASON! But that whole thing was so well done, and also, Istredd and Geralt dancing together... I died laughing!!!🤣

Philippa is actaully super interesting and I'd love to know more about her! Seeing Cassie Clare acting more is making me love her though, and I hope she gets to shine again as Mazikeen in Sandman as well. She's so talented.

Ngl, hate Francesca now. She lost her baby yeah, but then she KILLED INNOCENT BABIES AS HER REVENGE? LIKE NO. THAT'S NOT OKAY. That turned me against her, and she's just generally pissing me off, which is a shame cause I really liked her in S2. Glad Fringilla escaped though, wondering when we'll see her again!

Also, is it bad that I kind of shipped Cahir and that elf, Gallatin?🤷‍♂️ Idk, I thought they were cute. Ffs Cahir, killing him?! Also, detour, but, Dara's hair though?! Phenomonal!

Also, so happy to see Jaskier already in four episodes, and we're deffo getting more of him! So glad my boy is getting to do more this season!

Anyway, that's it, for now. I needed to scream about S3!

I'd love to hear other people's thoughts too, through replies to this post and reblogs of it with your thoughts on the reblog or in the tags! Or even in asks or DMs!

#the witcher netflix #the witcher #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 3 #the witcher season 3 spoilers #my thoughts #had to get them out #long post #basically just thoughts being spewed out #I need to get them out though sorry

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evil-enby-in-horny-jail · 2 years ago

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>>The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.<<

I make it a policy not to anon, but I'm horny and for some reason sending this to your main feels like it would be embarrassing.

I'm looking at a tgirl's dick pick selfies on a NSFW reddit thread and I feel horny for her, but I feel weird that it's a new thing for me to be horny for someone with a dick.

I'm an AMAB person. At one time I thought I was straight. I'd say the last few years of my life have been a journey of discovery.

The first discovery is that although I've been told all my life that I'm a guy, a quirk of my anatomy is a condition with a name, hypospadia, and it's technically an intersex condition.

So, I grew up thinking I'm a boy, and pretty much ever since I can remember, even before I had the most rudimentary sex ed, my body has had a boy's physical arousal reaction to seeing naked women. So, once I had some sex ed, I figured if I'm a boy and I get wood looking at women's boobies, that must mean I'm a straight guy, right? And then left that assumption unexamined for multiple decades.

Then a few strands came together in the last few years that led to me examining that assumption.

First, I matched with someone on OKCupid. This person was an AFAB enby who is on t. I met them. I dated them for a time. I experienced sexual and romantic attraction towards them. I liked a lot about them. I thought their sideburns were cute. I thought their kind of deep voice was charming. I thought they have nice tits. We have since broken up as a romantic couple, but remain friends.

Anyways that was one thing that got me asking questions about my straightness. If I liked this person, and they aren't precisely a girl in the same way all my previous crushes were girls, does this mean I like a wider array of genders than just women?

The second thing sounds silly but it was a meaningful moment for me. One of my tumblr moots posted a thirst post with some stills from the Lucifer show. This person is pan. The post included both some shirtless Tom Ellis Lucifer shots and some leather bustier Lesley-Ann Brandt Mazikeen shots. And I realized I was having the same reaction to both these people, one a traditionally masculine man, and the other a traditionally feminine woman, and they both inspire thirst. Am I something like bi or pan?

So, after this, I started trying to pay attention to what makes me thirsty. It turns out that while it's not everyone, it is people of all genders.

So these days I do identify as pan. I like the pan prefix because it's one that means all or everything, and well if you count men, women, enbies, agenders, and other possibilities that's more than two, and I'm a word nerd, so I feel that for me pan is more precise to describe my orientation than bi.

So, I'm browsing NSFW reddit, and I find a subreddit called EnbyLewds. Of course I start following this subreddit. And so I saw a tit pic selfie post there, and I liked what I saw, so I looked at some of this person's previous posts and find her dick pic selfie posted to some tgirl subreddits.

Which I think brings us full circle. It is a new thing to me, but I do get thirsty for tgirls as well as cis girls and other genders.

This was probably the most oversharing overshare possible, sorry about that.

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO TOM ELLIS

NOBODY IS IMMUNE TO TOM ELLIS

THIS MAN HAS UNINTENTIONALLY DONE SO MUCH FOR THE LGBT COMMUNITY

#ask #honorable mentions: Henry Cavill and Ryan Reynolds

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assassinnovice · 2 years ago

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Chapter 12: Dining in

Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman, all right belongs to Neil Gaiman. Netflix show based on the comics Lords of Balance belongs to the DC universe, and Ocs belong to me

Irritated by her loss, the smirk was long gone as she turns to the demon that was challenged "Choronzon, give him his helm." she orders, but the demon clutches the helm tightly to his person.

"No," he answers. Mazikeen just turns her eyes at him. "I won't." slowly backed to the edge of the overlook. "It's mine. Please," he begs, Mazikeen went to march towards him.

But Axeterx roars as he lunges towards the demon, Mazikeen looks back, dodging out of the way as the mutated bat latches onto the demon, and Choronzon cries out as the fangs dug deep into his neck, falling onto his back.

Mazikeen and Lucifer just turn their heads away as the mutated tore and rip into the demon's neck, leaving no ounce of mercy.

The demon below cheered at the level of violence the mutated bat displayed. The demon gurgled and choked on the bat's attack until he was limp on the ground, the blood oozing from his neck.

Axeterx pulls away, his snout covered in blood then roars out to Hell, encouraging the other demons as they cheered.

Matthew peeks out from behind the Dream King. "That is one vicious bat that I have ever seen," he mutters then looks up at the Dream King who was just grinning. "Are you sure it was a fruit bat?" he asks.

Morpheus shot a look down at him, "Quite positive." he answers, Axeterx quiets his roar into a clicking growl, then turns his head to the helm that slipped from Choronzon's grip.

Leaning in close, he carefully picks the helm up in his mouth and lifts it off the ground. But as he turns, he spots Morpheus striding toward him. The beast filled with magic stayed still as the Dream Lord stood before him and kneel, scratching behind his ear, making the bat purr in delight.

"Good boy," he mutters, pulling his hand away, the beast smiles at him as the dream lord gently grabs his helm, Axeterx loosens his grip and lets the helm go.

Axeterx shook his head, ruffling his fur as Morpheus stood to his feet, looking down at his helm. Mazikeen and Lucifer looked back as they exchanged.

Then Morpheus looks back at them, "Thank you, Lightbringer." he spoke as Axeterx brushes against the Dream Lord's legs. Lucifer just glares a tight stare. "The Ruler of Hell is honorable, indeed. I will not forget this," he spoke.

"Honorable?" she questions, the very word causing disgust in her mouth, "You joke, surely." then marches towards him. Causing Axeterx to snap his gaze right at her.

"Look out there, Morpheus. A billion Lords of Hell stand arrayed about you," she spoke as Morpheus looks out at the hundred Demons before him.

Then she turns to the Dream King. "Tell us. Why should we let you leave? Helmet of no, you have no power here. After all... what power have dreams in Hell?" she questions him.

Axeterx snarls loudly at her in warning, making her jump back as she glares down at the beast. He licks his blood soak chops and matches her glare with a growl.

But Morpheus saw the faint glimmer in her glare as the mutated bat had her attention, a wave of smugness washes over him as he just grins. "You say I have no power here. Perhaps you speak truly," he spoke, making her look back at him.

"But to say dreams have no power in Hell... Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream... of Heaven?" he questions her.

The Irritation only grew into the Ruler as she glares down at the Lord, her lips held in a tight lock as she dare not show her anger. "Not to mention, how much of an impression, the Mother of Chaos has left on you and your realm countless times." he points out.

She kept her glare, stepping closer to him, "I am not afraid of some ghost that is centuries dead. Nor am I afraid of a little lost girl that is far past her due date." she growls at him, he just tilts his head at her.

"When why do I see the fear clear in your eyes at the mention of her, and how Axeterx's presence has left you on edge since?" he questions her, she said nothing, flicking her eyes down at the bat, who just growls at her, daring her to try anything.

But she looks back at Morpheus as she held her tight lip smile. "One day, Morpheus... we shall destroy you," she promises him.

Morpheus grins as he bows his head to her, "Until that day, Lightbringer." he said back to her.

Then no more exchange of words, both of their grins drop as the Dream Lord turns and walks away, striding from the chamber, Axeterx shot one last glare at her then took flight, following after Morpheus.

Lucifer just glowers as she looks out at the dark cloud sky, her plan had failed in the worse way possible as the humiliation washes over her.

But the Dream King of the Dreaming strides proudly from the kingdom of Hell, the gate close behind him, his helm under his arm as Matthew and Axeterx followed closely after him.

~8~8~8~

Standing on the outskirts of the Realm, Matthew watches as Axterx just licks his chops, cleaning the blood off his lips. Then belches as it was long awaited.

"Oh! That's disgusting! Did you ever learn manners?" he questions, ruffling his feathers. Axeterx just ignores him, rubbing his talon against his nose.

"Are you sure he's your friend?" the raven questions, Morpheus just smiles "He never wanted to learn such things. Always thought they were a waste of time," he informs him.

Axeterx stretches his limbs and lays for a moment on the ground, Matthew just sighs and looks up at the Lord, "Do you think Lucifer will come after you?" he asks.

Morpheus looks down at the Raven "Why?" he asks, and the raven tilts his head for a moment. "Because you just publicly humiliated the Ruler of Hell," he informs him.

The Dream Lord said nothing and then looks down at Axeterx, who looks up at him. "You must return to your master," he informs him, the bat tilts his head at him, clicking at him. "I know, I do enjoy your company, but her protection matters as well," Morpheus informs him.

But Axeterx just tilts his head clicking as it sounded like laughter, "What's so funny?" Matthew asks, the bat just looks at him and clicks. "What do you mean I should worry about protecting her?" Morpheus asks.

Axeterx just looks at him and clicks again. "What's he saying?" Matthew asks, Morpheus was just confused by the mutated bat's words. "He speaks that she is a powerful adversary, and people who try to hurt her, never live to regret crossing paths with her, and those who do, never forget," he answers.

Matthew caws as Axeterx just yawns, stretching his jaw. Morpheus stood there, the joy swelled inside of him. But he had to shake the feeling off, needing to focus on his quest.

Axeterx just notice the changed look in his eyes, he stood back to his feet, shaking off his sleep.

They watch as he takes flight, brightening with magic as he transforms back into a butterfly. They watch the small thing flutter towards Morpheus and ink back behind his ear.

"How...?" Matthew mutters, Morpheus just smiles, "That... my dear raven, is chaos magic," he answers, then places his helm over his head.

Matthew just looks at him, "Can you see in that thing?" he asks, "I can." he answers as the eyes of the helm was glowing red. "I see the ruby," he spoke, pulling out his pouch of sand as the very sand spilled from the opening, swirling around them.

Focusing on the glowing soft red of his ruby. Matthew flew over to the shelf next to the crate that held that faint glow inside.

Removing his reclaimed helm, Morpheus kept his eyes focused on the crate that Matthew pecked out.

Slowly stepping forward, he strides towards the crate, his heart echoing in his ears with each step, closer to being whole once again.

He grabs hold of the crate, pulls it off the shelf, and sets it on the ground. The Lord tears the lid open, finding his ruby stored inside, a smile of rejoicing as he picks it from the crate, stands to his feet, and looks at the gem in his hand.

But... something was not right, the ruby was... rejecting him. "Something's wrong," he spoke, seeing the glowing red begin to quicken in its light. "Someone's altered it," he said with a sudden wave smacks into him.

Throwing him back as he crashes into the shelf of crates behind him.

Axeterx was knocked off Morpheus' skin, he groans, propping himself up and shaking off the sudden attack.

But he chirps, turning to the dream king, crawling towards the king, the mutated bat nuzzling at his cheek, trying to wake him, he chirps and whimpers at him.

Looking at Matthew and gently nuzzling him, he too was knocked from the blast, but both were still breathing. It wasn't long until someone opens the door, causing the mutated Chaos bat to shoot his head up, glaring at the person who steps slowly into the container, towards the glowing ruby.

But that soft warning growl caught his attention, he looks over and saw the centered stare of the mutated bat. John slowly held up his hand. "I have no intention of hurting you, but it will not end well for you if you should try and hurt him," he warns him.

Slowly standing to his feet, Axeterx knew this as he did not make any moves to charge or attack John, this allowed John to slowly step away back towards the door.

Axeterx just watches him as he leaves, sending a warning growl after him as he left. But not long after, Matthew groans as he pulls back onto his feet, alerting Axeterx as he turns to him, "I'm okay. Dizzy but okay." he answers.

Then they both turn and crawl towards Morpheus, "Boss. Boss!" he calls out. Axeterx just chirps as he nuzzles at him.

But he immediately shot his head up, turning it as his ear flicked forward, sensing a familiar power, Matthew looks at up at him in confusion. "Hey, what is it?" he asks.

Magic began to flicker and spiral at the center of the container, Matthew turns his head as the magic began to growl in size and light. He quickly hides behind Axeterx, cawing as the wind was shifting.

The spiral to the shape of average size, dying down as it falls to the ground, revealing a human, dressed in a red shawl, and torn clothing, her hair sat on her shoulders and her eyes were glowing red.

She frantically looks around the container, trying to find something, until her eyes laid on the bat that looked happy to see her, "Axeterx! You're okay." she said with joy, running to him, dropping to her knees, and hugs him tightly.

He just nuzzles and purrs against her, happy to see her again. Matthew just looks at her, tilting his head, something about this woman should scream danger, but it says... safe. Then she pulls away, holding his face. "What happened? Where's the ruby?" she asks him.

The bat said nothing as he frowns and pulls away, looking at the pile behind him. The woman follows his gaze and the color falls from her face. "No. no, nonononono." she whimpers, crawling towards the fallen body, cradling his pale face in her hands.

"Dream Lord, please." she whimpers, her fingers slipping along his skin, but the dream lord showed no signs of waking.

The silence struck something into her as she pulls away from the dream lord, the tears forming in her eyes. Axeterx just lowers his head, licking her finger as he chatters at her.

She slowly turns her head and notices the raven that hid behind him, "Hello." she whispers with a tilt of her head, and for some reason that tilt with the wide stare of her eyes, made him gulp.

"You're scared of me, aren't you?" she asks, Matthew fears his answer would anger her, but he carefully nods. She softens her eyes and smiles at him. "That's okay. I would be scared of me too," she mutters.

Looking away, her soft gaze hardens in anger as she looks to Axeterx, "Where. Did. He. Go?" she questions. Axeterx just growls as he hisses at the door.

The woman flicks her eyes to the door, "Can you pick up his scent?" she asks, he chatters again, clicking as if it was his very intent. She nods and looks down at Morpheus, leaning in close as she strokes his cheek. "I'm going to get it back. I promise," she spoke, kissing his temple, and pulls away.

Standing her feet and striding to the door, Matthew hops after them, "Wait, where you going?" he calls out, the woman stood in front of the door and looks over her shoulder. "Hunting," she answers then looks back at the door.

Axeterx snarls as she flexes her fingers, the chaos magic swirling in her hand as she raised her arm and flicks her hand to the door. Busting it open as the door flew off the hinges.

"Holy!!" Matthew shouts with a flap of his wings, Axeterx snarls as they step out into the rain, vanishing into red mist. "Yeah, okay. One psycho chasing the other." the raven states and hops back to the Dream King.

"Boss. Boss! You gotta wake up. Boss!" he calls out to him, but no matter much or loud the raven cried. The Dream Lord would not wake.

~8~8~8~

The raven continued to peck at the Dream Lord as he continued to lay, passed out. "Boss? Boss, wake up. "Hey, boss, come on, get up. I mean it, seriously." Matthew snaps at him.

Then looks back to the door that was ripped on the hinges. As it was sunny outside.

He sighs and looks back to Morpheus, "Boss, you gotta get up, it's bad enough that one psycho has your ruby. It's even worse when another is on the hunt for that said psycho." Matthew states as he hopes over to him.

"We gotta get you out of here. Gotta get your ruby back," he said shoving against him. "But we can't do that unless you wake the fuck up! Wake up!" he shouts, slamming his small body into the Dream Lord.

~8~8~8~

The door of the diner opens with a jiggle, John stood in the diner, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the Dream Lord's ruby, seeing how the very small item in his hand was helping him save the world.

"Anywhere you like, hon." a waitress spoke, snapping him from his thoughts. He looks at the kitchen inside as she was working. "I'll be right with you," she informs him.

The T.V chatters as it reports the news of freak accidents and how the casual was surprisingly low. He closes his hand over the ruby and timidly looks out around at the diner. So slowly he walks out to the booth towards the back.

He sat down and looks at the ruby in his hand. Not long after the waitress grabs the menu and walks up to John. "Best seat in the house," she spoke.

John looks up at her, eyeing her nametag, and back to her. "How are you doing today?" she asks with a smile. He ponders for a moment. "How am I doing? Well..." he pauses as he looks outside. "I'm feeling better than I have for quite some time. Thank you," he answers.

Bettie, the waitress, just smiles at him. "Mmm. I could use some of that. What's your secret?" she asks. John just smiles at her "Shall I tell you the truth?" he offers.

"Well, honestly is the best policy." she answers, he leans forward "That's what they say, isn't it? Well, I hope it's true," he tells her then slowly held up the ruby. "This... is my secret," he spoke as they both eyed the ruby.

"It's gorgeous." she spoke, he flicks his eyes back to her, "It makes dreams come true," he tells her. But she was skeptical that such a small thing could even do the impossible, but she kept her smile and nodded at him. "I bet it does."

he lowers the ruby keeping his eyes on her, "And what are you dreaming about? New house? New job?" she asks. He smiles at her "A new world. A more honest one." he answers.

She nods as if it was not a rare desire. "That is the dream, isn't it?" she spoke then returns to her original intent "Well, can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for our dreams to come true?" she asks, folding her arms behind her back.

He nods at her, "Please. But we won't be waiting for long." he assures, she pulls her arms back, "Then I better hurry up and get you that coffee." she spoke and walks off.

But John just watches her as she walks behind the counter, getting that cup of coffee. "Coffee, Lindy?" Bettie asks as she pulls out that cup. The cook just sighs. "Oh, I better not, hon. I'm at the end of a double and Marsh will be here soon," she informs her.

Bettie just froze for a moment at the mention of Marsh, pausing in her actions of the coffee filling. But quickly corrects herself, filling the small cup.

"Uh, would you mind watching the front door while I'm in the ladies' room?" she asks, Lindy just smiles at her, huffing a chuckle. "Now, that much I can handle," she answers.

Bettie shot her a smile and took the cup of coffee over to John, who just watches her. "I'll be right back to take your order," she assures, placing the cup in front of John. "No rush. I have everything I need for now," he assures her.

She just exhales with a smile and walks off towards the back, John calmly picks up his cup of coffee and sips it gingerly.

~8~8~8~

Kneeling over the wounded truck driver, weaving her glowing hands over him, closing up his wounds as his breathing returns to normal.

Axeterx just carefully drags the other car to drive off to the side of the road and lays them down.

Evelynn just exhales to herself and then checks the man's pulse, finding his heart was still beating. She pulls back and weaves her hand over his head, easing his mind from the heavy guilt that weighs on him.

The mutated bat sniffs the person he saw they were still breathing. He huffs a sniff, pulls away with a frown, and strides back to Evelynn as her magic just fades away.

He chatters at her as she pressed her hands to her legs and exhales. "You're right. The longer John is on the loose, the more the balance is threatened. And just being on the road for a whole night and he's already recking more havoc than I." she spoke.

Looking out at the destruction of the cars and trucks, followed by the fire and smoke. Axeterx just looks out as well and huffs. "I somehow feel very... surpassed and insulted. Is that normal?" she asks.

He just frowns and looks back at her, clicking at her with facts, she ponders for a moment and nods, "Yeah, talking to a mutated bat of chaos, which is thousands of years old, hasn't consisted normal. Nor is the fact that I can understand every word you're speaking normally either." she points out.

He huffs with a nod, Evelynn huffs as she looks at the horizon as the wind gently brushes past her, making her hair almost dance.

"But where in the world would he go?" she mutters, Axeterx tilts his head at her. "I mean we lost track of him, miles ago, because what he believes-- no, convince that saving the world involves destroying everything in your wake until there's nothing but death left." she points out.

The man laying on the ground groans as he scrunches his face. But she smacks his forehead. "Shush, we're having a conversation." she snaps at him. Axeterx clicks at her again, she just frowns at the mutated bat. "I always hated that saying. Out with the old, in with the new. If it wasn't thanks to the old, there would never be a new." she reminds him.

Axeterx just shrugs at her, making her sigh. But then a light bulb when off in her head, "Out with the old, in with the new." she mutters to herself.

Slowly standing to her feet. Pondering over the words as she paces. "Where would you go if you want to see the worse kind of lies?" she mutters to herself. "A place where people come and go, lowering their guard. A place of work? Where no one would think to look twice." she mutters to herself.

Axeterx just watches her pace back and forth. "Not too crowded and not too many, where you can relax and just... watch," she said, her eyes widening in shock as she turns back to the bat. "A restaurant. That's where he will go. A place where no one would think twice and where people can be wrapped up in their one thoughts." she sums up, Axeterx chirps as he steps up to her. "It's the perfect hunting grounds when you think about it." she went on.

Then looks down the road, "We just have to find it." she spoke, her eyes glowing for a moment as she waves her hand, the chaos magic rippled from her hand as the flames and smoke were gone and the wounds on all the people were gone as well.

Axeterx just looks surprised and then back up at her, chirping a question, she brushes her hands off and looks at him. "I didn't want to spend that much strength, but time is running out for his new prey and we have to hurry," she mutters.

But as she turns, she staggers for a moment, her vision blurs as she catches herself from falling. Axeterx just ran up and looks at her in shock. "I'm okay, went light-headed for a moment, but I'm okay. Just need to catch my breath," she answers.

Exhaling as she squeezes her eyes for a moment and her vision clears. "I'm okay. I'm okay." she spoke, Axeterx just chirps at her, as she looks down at him, "Are you sure you wish to return?" she asks, and he nods his head at her.

Evelynn just sighs at him, but nods. "All right." she removes her shawl off her back as it drapes off her shoulders then pulls her hair out of the way. "Here you go," she spoke.

He chirps then takes flight, she watches him as he circles around her, and the man groans again, fluttering his eyes. His vision was blurred as he watches as a mutated back twisted in the air and turns back into a butterfly, landing on her shoulder blade and slowly sinking back into her skin.

The man just looks at the scene in shock as the woman lowers her head hair and shrugs the shawl back onto her shoulders. "All right. A restaurant. Where would a good restaurant be?" she mutters to herself. Then looks down at the man as he looks at her in surprise.

"Hi, where can I find the closest restaurant?" she asks, turning to him. He said nothing and pointed down the road where her back was facing. She looks down the road and nods, "Right." then looks back at the man.

"You may want to call 911 and get yourself some medical care," she informs him, he held a bewildered look as if it was no joke. "Okay, bye," she said and hurried down the road, leaving the man and his bewilderment.

~8~8~8~

Bettie stood in front of the mirror in the restroom, pulling out her lipstick and lightly applying the product to her lips, trying to make them perfect to attract a certain someone's attention.

Once that was done, she rubs her lips together, lightly dabbing her fingertip against her lips, and places the lipstick away, she looks at her reflection once more and smiles to herself.

She quickly steps out from the restroom, striding past the counter, "By yourself, Lindy?" Marsh calls out, this makes Bettie stops in her tracks, her heart leaping. "No one on the floor." he went on, Bettie flicks to the corner of her eye. "No, Bettie's here," she informs him.

Taking a deep breath in, she stood straight and walks into the back, stepping past the door, she watches as the man was getting ready for work. "Hi, Marsh," she calls out.

"Bette," he said back to her, without even bothering to turn around. She pulls her arm behind her back. "Have fun, you two," Lindy calls out as she was ready to leave for the night. "Mama's got a date with your blackout curtains," she calls out, shooting a smile back at Bettie.

Marsh just chuckles at her, "See you, Lindy." he said as he ties on his apron. Bettie's voice was caught in her throat at the exciting idea of being left alone with the man that just came in.

"How are you, Marsh? You good?" she finally worked the nerve to ask. "Yeah." he casually answers. His answer seems to... ping something in her, the cold shoulder.

The door jiggle, snapping her from her hurt, she turns away, trying to bury that hurt away. Plasters on a smile and walks back out to the floor, she looks at an old friend that stood at the door, eyes plastered on her phone as the worry was heavy in her eyes.

"Judy, you wanna sit or get something to go?" she asks, the girl named Judy takes her eyes from her phone, looking at the waitress "Hm?" Judy answers.

Her eyes rimmed red with forming tears. "Coffee? Just made a fresh pot." Bettie points over her shoulder. Judy exhales with relief. "God, yes," she answers as she walks up to the bar and removes her jacket.

"I'm gonna pee." she calls out, Bettie stops and looks at her, "If, uh... if Donna comes, will you tell her I'm here?" she asks, leaving her coat on the stool "Sure," she answers.

Judy only took a few steps until she turned back. "Will you tell her to wait?" she asks again, Bettie just nods at her, "Absolutely," she answers. "Thanks, Bette," she said and quickly speed walks to the restroom, rolling up her sleeves.

But the entire time, John was watching them, carefully watching them, his eyes now glued on Judy, who steps past the stained glass.

She goes to open the door, only to find it locked shut. "Hey, give me a minute." the man inside calls out, Judy just exhales with frustration and sat down on the side bench.

But her phone immediately rings, and she flips it open to find Rose calling her. She takes a breath and answers. "Hey," she spoke as the call was a video chat.

"Hey, I got your text. What's going on?" Rose asks her as the situation had her attention. "Is Donna there with you?" she asks, just at the counter, Bettie was putting the dishes onto the tray as she was eavesdropping on her conversation.

"No, why? You guys okay?" she asks, Bettie shot a look over at them. "Yeah, we just... we had this stupid fight last night and she left around midnight and..." Judy answers rubbing her brow.

Looking back at Rose on the phone "She left around midnight- and never came home. So, of course, I'm..."

The sound of cluttering dishes cuts her off, snapping her eyes up and seeing Bettie carefully placing the dishes on the tray. Then she turns away from her, holding the phone in front of her as she turns her eyes to Rose. "Freaking the fuck out," she whispers.

Rose just sighs "I'm so sorry, Jude." she informs her, Judy just frowns. "You haven't heard from her?" she asks, Rose just shook her head. "No," she answers.

The frown just deepens "Rose." she starts. "I haven't, I swear." Judy just scoffs as the worry just grew in her. "Did you try her mom's?" she offers as Judy raised her hand and ran it over her head.

"She wouldn't go to her mom's," she spoke, pressing her fingertips at her temple. "Would she?" she questions. "Do you want me to call over there and find out?" she offers.

But Judy just wipes her nose, "No." he answers with a sniffle "I should at least be a grown-up and call her myself." she informs her, Rosa just nods respecting her choice. The door opens as soon as Judy hangs up, sighing to herself.

Bettie took hold of the tray, but she turns to go into the back. She notices a customer was watching, but she shot a look over at John, who was still just watching.

~8~8~8~

Striding through the bustling city, Evelynn held her arms close to her body, snapping her eyes from the left to the right as every hair on her body was standing on edge.

The chaos in the cities can be easy to guide through, but something about today caught her off guard as she caught closer to the diner. Her mind was flickering between memories. Some felt old as others felt older still rumbling around her head, trying to block them out, trying to build up her walls again.

But something was creaking through, forming veins of the tunnel that slips through, she shuts her eyes, trying to shut everything out. The cars, footsteps, chattering voices, the echoing sounds that bounce from the walls and collide with her.

She shakes it away, rubbing her temples. But the noises were still hitting her. She quickly walks off into an alley, furiously rubbing her temples as she tries to block the sounds.

But they kept attacking her, making these memories flicker, between new memories she's never seen before and the old repressed ones of her tragic time within the Asylum, but for some reason, two people keep appeared in all of her lost memories.

A woman in a signature red dress, her long red hair decorated with flowers and jewelry, standing in a pose of importance and authority, but a warming smile that graces her lips.

A man, dressed in dark black, his raven unkempt hair, stood tall and proud of who and what he was. A neutral, but emotional fill expression in his blue star eyes. Always dressed in black, carrying this air of a certain importance, but always held an unpleasant frown on his face.

She tries shaking these images from her mind as the voices began to drown everything out.

"Strap her in!"

"Get in your hell, you ungrateful brat!"

"Here's her medicine."

"Poor kid, with such an overactive imagination like that, I'd go crazy too."

"Up the voltage."

"You're gonna be a good little girl and keep your damn mouth shut!"

She frowns as it was becoming overwhelming to her, her lower lip trembling.

Pressing the heels of her hands against her ears, trying to block them out, they were just growling louder.

"We're trying to help you."

"You can't survive in society if you're going to be a child."

"Up her medicine."

"Strap her down tighter, can't have her escaping like last time."

Her face scrunches as she began slamming her hands into her head, trying to block the memories out.

Her spiraling emotions were causing her magic to flicker, the more terrified she felt, the more the flickering grew.

"Let's talk about this Dreaming you like to visit."

"Have you been going there since young?"

"Let's talk about this man in the shadows, let's talk about him."

"The more you choose silence as your answer, the more I can't help you heal from this... symposium you can't seem to outgrow."

"I'm trying to help you, Evelynn. And I can't you if you don't talk to me."

These memories almost made her laugh manically, all the doctors, the shrinks, and the psychiatrists. All they preached about was trying to help her. Cure her of her 'Imagination.'

How they went on and on about helping others just like her and everything she saw when she was young was just something she made up.

The pure joy and pride as all her answers, the questions they wanted her to ask. Was always met with... silence.

"Damn it, child! I am trying to help you and you don't seem to want it."

"You can't keep going on like this. You will be struck here. Forever."

"Put aside your damn female pride and fucking answer me, goddammit!"

They were all fools, she knew that but did not sway her building anger. She grips fistfuls of her hair, her eyes glowing her fierce red as the red ripples down her body.

The raven tattoo began to lurch, slowly ripping from her skin as the raven lets out a surprised squeak, falling face-first on the ground. "Oh, ow... that hurt, okay," Jessie mutters as she pushes herself to her talons using her beak.

"What happened? Did we get the ruby?" she asks, blinking her eyes as she focuses on where they were. But hearing a thud behind her she turns and saw Evelynn clutching her head as if she was having another episode.

"Whoa! Okay, okay. Evelynn." she starts as she hops to the front of her. The said woman began to hyperventilate "Evie, Evie. Look at me." Jessie calls out as she looks up at the panicking woman.

"Evie. Look at me," she orders her, squinting her eyes open she looks at the raven in front of her. "That's it. Focus on me, keep your eyes on me," she tells her.

Slowly widening her eyes as she looks at the raven with a clear vision, "Good. Now take a deep breath in." she tells her, inhaling deeply and puffing out her chest. Evelynn just inside deeply. "Hold it for four seconds," she spoke, and she did so. "And exhale," she said and they both let out their held breath.

"And again. Deep breath in," she spoke, Evelynn just takes in a deep breath. "And breathe out." she lowers her wings and Evelynn took another deep breath out. "And again. One more time, deep breath in."

Evelynn took in a deep breath and exhales once more, but as she slides her hands down the sides of her head as the panic attack that was suffocating her was gone she just breathed for a moment and falls back against the wall.

Jessie caws, ruffling her feathers as she waddles closer to her, "You okay?" she asks, Evelynn just looks at her "I don't know... I just... had a panic attack." she answers. Jessie nods at her. "Okay, what were you doing before you got here?" she asks.

Evelynn ran her hand over her hair "I was... um, cleaning up John's mess since we track him from Mayfield." she mutters. Jessie just sighs and flutters to her knee. "Okay, I may be a day old, but I know when I see an overworked woman that needs rest." she points out.

The said woman just looks at her, "You are overworked and are reaching your breaking limit." she informs her, Evelynn just exhales as she looks away. "Look, you need to take a breather. Refuel. Get your strength back. Because if you keep going on like this, you're gonna crash and you're gonna crash hard." she informs her.

Evelynn just frowns as she looks away from her, at the street of passing people. "You know what, I have to ask. When was the last time you slept?" she asks narrowing her red eyes at her.

She snaps her head back, ponders, and went to answer. "And astral projection doesn't count." Jessie snaps at her. Evelynn shuts her mouth, frowning at her then ponders again, trying to remember the last time.

But just shrugs at the bird, who just looked shocked. "Seriously?! You mean this entire time you've been helping the dream lord, you've been running on fumes?!" she snaps at her. "The Inn is too far away." Evelynn points out, Jessie just groans, rolling her head. "I don't care if the queen of England herself lets your sleep in her palace. You need to rest and recuperate!!" she snaps, flapping her wings at her.

The woman just groans again, "I don't wanna hear it. You're getting you to a restaurant, getting you something to drink and you taking time to rest and regain your strength." Jessie orders her and flew off her knee.

Evelynn exhales, seeing her point "All right." she mutters, standing to her feet. "Damn straight I am, just a day old and I'm already the nanny," she grumbles. "What was that?" Evelynn questions her, crossing her arms.

But Jessie just frowns at her, "I don't wanna hear it! March to the closet diner and just let yourself relax." she orders, Evelynn just looks at her in shock at the sass this raven had as she flew off.

With a bewildered expression, she huffs and walks out of the alley, blending back into the crowds.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #tvseries #Morhpeus #Dream Lord #original chatacter #Dream of the Endless #MorphuesxOc #Romance #angst #Fanfiction

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vyrulent · 1 year ago

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It was with Mazikeen that Chloe figured out where Lucifer was. They worked together, a first time for everything, but it brought her closer to finding Lucifer. It also helped their soured relationship -- maybe they could get over the dislike that had settled between them.

Maze was right. No one else was in her corner right now. She needed all the help that she could get. They'd even survived being shot out where she protected Maze and spoke with Malcolm's wife, who had been the shooter -- a woman protecting herself from an unhinged husband.

They'd found where Malcolm would be and she was on her way with Mazikeen in tow. Chloe moved through the area, spying Malcolm. Gun was pulled and several shots were fired. He was armed and highly dangerous -- anything to stop him.

When Lucifer came up behind her, Chloe whirled around with gun ready to go. Aim was steady, gaze never leaving Lucifer. Malcolm was now long gone.

"Don't move. You're a hard man to find," she told him as she held fast while she listened to him. "I'm not here to arrest you, Lucifer," gun was slowly dropped and holstered, "I know you're innocent. I always have. So let's catch this bastard together and put an end to all of this."

Ah, Hell. Why not? One last punishment before he trucked back to the Pit? It would be good to drag Malcolm's sorry little arse back where it belonged. Shockingly, Amenadiel actually admitted that he had done wrong. Moreover, than he needed Lucifer's help to track down Malcolm.

And while there was still a huge part of him that wanted to sock Amenadiel right in his overly handsome face, Malcolm was a much more exciting target. So he took his brother to the funeral director/ID forger to figure out where Malcolm had squirreled away to.

He'd find this little son of a bitch if it was the last thing he did. He ruined everything for him. He had a good thing going, and this little weasel stole it from him.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun punishing him.

#thereallucifer666 #( chloe replies )

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notmazikeen · 8 months ago

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The Villain | Choso Kamo

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 4]✧˚₊‧

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The humid air stung his face, the engine of his motorcycle roared. He was speeding through the city, trying to get home as quick as possible.

Choso had a black cyberpunk mask on. It had two lines over his eyes and a long line over his nose. The mask was eerie... Especially if you were cowering beneath the monster of a man.

He had on a black spandex bodysuit, it morphed perfectly to his body. Every curve of his muscular body, on display to his victims.

Choso had a sensor in his suit that led him to his victims, when he marks someone their blood is marked with a sort of tracker. With his senses being heightened he can smell his victims blood, only making him want to kill them more.

Everyone thought that the reasoning behind his killing were pointless, that he was just murdering people for fun. It truly would make sense but Choso was very strict on his targets.

The reasonings include: he developed an obsession to the person, he was wronged by the person, the person is 'evil', and if the person inflicted harm to his late family.

He justified his killings by leaving evidence at the scene, if they were corrupt he'd leave papers and photos of them getting caught in the act. He would always draw a symbol in blood where he killed his victims. The symbol was the same as his mask, two lines over his eyes, one over his nose. Odd enough it was never in his victim's blood. Choso used his own blood to mark up his trophies.

As Choso sped through the highway, weaving between cars, he found himself at a beach house. The same beach house he was at the other night.

He turned off his motorcycle and slowly pushed it into the garage. He quickly got off his bike and closed the garage with a button.

He pressed something like a button on his neck and his mask dissolved. He threw a jacket over his black suit and opened the door to go inside the house.

"Niko. I'm back." He grumbled.

A man that was around the same height as Choso walked out of the kitchen. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was muscular but nowhere as big as Choso. "Hey Choso! Back so soon?" Niko shot him a smile.

"Yea I didn't find what I was looking for." He mumbled, sounded dissatisfied.

"Aw did the pretty girl run off? You know while she was here for my party, I noticed she kept staring at you." Niko said with a smirk.

Choso rolled his eyes, "Her name is Mazikeen and not everything I do revolves around her. You idiot, you know I can track her right?"

Niko chuckled at his words. "I'm not a dumbass, I upgrade your suit for you. Alsoooo you ignored what I said. She definitely thinks your attractive dude." He rolled his eyes, as if Choso could ever live without him.

Choso growled at his friend, "Yea my bad... I've been watching her. Her parents are never home, I'm positive they work for the government."

"Awe, poor thing. She's off limits for you dude." Niko winked at him and turned to walk away. "I'll be in my room if you need me. Foods in the fridge." He then turned down the hallway and closed his bedroom door behind him.

Choso pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. 'I will have her.'

He reached for the fridge handle and pulled out a takeout box, it was from an Asian restaurant. Inside was white rice and steak with a spicy chili oil sauce. His favorite meal of the week. He set the box on the counter and began eating his dinner.

He abruptly put his fork down, and closed his eyes. Choso could tell Mazikeen was in the area. Her blood scent filled his nose. He growled and shot up.

Choso grabbed his food and walked quickly to his room. He slammed his door and set his food down on his desk.

His body was flushed and hot. He needed that girl. He needed to smell her sweet perfume again. He needed to see her enticing eyes glaring up at him.

Choso ripped his clothes off his body before walking into his private bathroom. He needed to wipe her scent away, he needed to distract himself. If he couldn't hold himself back he would unintentionally hurt her.

Choso grabbed his drawer handle and pulled out a blunt along with a lighter. He lit the blunt and rushed to take a rather long puff.

As he finished off the blunt he let out a sigh. He didn't have any violent intentions as of now, but he had a growing problem. ( ;) )

He glared at himself in the mirror, looking himself up and down. He knew he was attractive, he worked excessively hard to get his body how he wanted. His height just made him more fuckable.

He stepped into the shower, turning the dial all the way to hot. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes.

"I don't know if I want to kill you or fuck your brains out..." He groaned.

His hand trailed down to his growing erection. The slower he moved the more desperate he felt, he needed to be touched. Choso needed Mazikeen.

Choso had been watching her for a while now. He became obsessed with her schedule. His roommate knew Taiga, and Choso got ready for that party knowing Mazikeen would come along.

His hand grasped his dick, moving up and down the length ever so slowly. He threw his head back and bit his lip. Ever since he talked to Mazikeen in person the other night, he had been insanely horny. He knew his affect on her.

Thinking about their exchange, Choso moved his hand faster along his dick. Gripping his length tighter. He let out a moan as he whispered, "Ugh princess..."

His dick was throbbing in anticipation, the veins popping out very prominently. He'd moan every now and then, and whisper pet names he called Mazikeen.

He felt heat building up in his stomach, he wanted to cum so badly, he was desperate for the release. But he kept edging himself, slowing down his hand.

Choso leaned his arm against the shower wall, moving his head ontop of his arm, using it as cushion against the hard surface. He was hunched over, panting and whining. He looked down at his large dick and watched as his hand traveled up and down his length.

"F-Fuck..!" He moaned out, cum spilled out onto the shower floor. He caught his breath and brushed his wet hair out of his face.

The Red Death was a sexually deprived murderer and he wanted nothing more than to fuck some girl he's been stalking.

He may seem all big and bad, but Choso really just wants love and affection. He isn't always a raging douchebag, especially when he is alone with someone he cares about.

Choso is the city's super villain, but would he have to change himself for Mazikeen? He could barely stop his urges, he had absolutely no intention of marking her. He also knew that her family knew what her being marked meant. They were going to put her on lockdown for a while, but that wasn't going to stop him from seeing her.

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quinntessentiallyglee · 6 months ago

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Rachel: Testing. One, two, one, two. *clears throat*

Mazikeen: Do not sing.

Rachel: But-

Mazikeen: The mic works. Move on. Some of us have people to do.

Jonathan: Don't you mean things to do?

Mazikeen: *grins* I said what I said.

Quinn: *takes the mic from Rachel* And on that note-

Rachel: *grumbles* What note?

Quinn: *pats Rachel's arm* Later, Rach. We'll do Karaoke later. Promise.

Santana: That 'we' better not include me.

Dani: Don't be like that. You love Karaoke, we all love Karaoke, and we all love a happy Rachel.

Santana: *sighs, grumbles, nods her head* Fine. But I get veto on Rachel's first three song choices.

Rachel: What? Why! I have exce-

Tamsin: *clears throat, raises hand* Not that y'all shouldn't have that conversation, but can we maybe focus on why we're all here right now? Especially given how long it's been since the last time we did anything together. *looks pointedly in Mun's direction*

Mun: …

Everyone else: *stares at mun*

Mun: Tamsin's right. We should focus on why you're here today *mumbles "and definitely not me"*.

Tamsin: *crosses arms over chest* Mmhmm *turns back to the rest of the group* Anyway, as I was saying-

Mazikeen: Can we move it along already.

Tamsin: Not how I would have put it, but yes. I've got cupcakes in the oven and they'll need to come out any minute if everything is going to be ready for tonight.

Aurora: *takes mic from Quinn. gives the group a quick bow then, in proceeds in a clearly practiced voice* And what is happening tonight

Jade: I've seen Vega give a more believable performance

Distant voice: Hey!

Tamsin: *ignoring both as she turns to Aurora. Speaks into the mic* I'm so glad you asked. Tonight we're having a house party to kick off Pride Month!

Hannah: WOOHOO! Go Pride!

Tamsin: That's the spirit! Go Pride!

Hannah: Will there be Jello at this party?

Tamsin: Yes.

Hannah: WOOHOO! Go, Jello!

Melody: Hannah, Sweetie, Focus.

Hannah: I am focused.

Lennox: On something other than your stomach.

Guinevere: Well there be Jello shots?

Melody & Lennox: Not helping

Angela: Says you. I too would like to know the jello shot status of this party.

Tamsin: There will be drinks and snacks or all kinds, and I sent you all a menu for review a week ago so if there's something you want that isn't on there it's your own fault. *brushes her hair back behind her shoulder before giving a sharp "Shush" to quite the several grumblers in the background, then nods at Aurora*.

Aurora: *picking up as if the interruptions never happened* Pride month is a great reason to celebrate. Don't you agree? *Looks off to the side*

Mal: …

Aurora …

Aurora: *under her breath* That's your cue

Mal: …

Tamsin: Mal?

Mal: Why did I let you drag me into this?

Tamsin: Because we're family, and you love us

Mal: No, seriously.

Aurora: Because Evie heard us trying to convince you and she said it sounded like a great idea and you caved because you love her and would do anything to make her happy.

Mal: …

Mal: *heavy sigh* fine. But I'm doing this for Evie, not for you two.

Tamsin: Don't care.

Aurora: Still counts. *clears throat* Pride month is a great reason to celebrate. Don't you agree?

Mal: *in a monotone* You've got that right. *sees the looks from Tamsin and Aurora, sighs again. Smiles then repeats herself with much more enthusiasm*You've got that right! *grunts as she's immediately embraced by Tamsin and Aurora*

Santana: Wow. That was-

Rae: More than you for Pride?

Mazikeen: Are we done here?

Selina: Not going to stick around for the party?

Mazikeen: Like I said, I have people to do.

Aubrey: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Mazikeen: Where's the fun in that? leaves

Angela: Can we circle back around to the shots question?

Rebecca: Come with me. We'll make some together. *heads off to the kitchen with Angela*

Tamsin: Oooh, I'll come with. Got to check on my cupcakes. *follows Rebecca and Angela towards the kitchen*

Hannah: Dibs on the extra frosting! *follows Tamsin*

Lennox: Do not let her have more sugar! *follows Hannah*

Melody: I better go and keep Lennox stays away from the knives *follows Lennox

Selina: I'm going to get a quick little catnap in before the party *heads to her room*

Rachel: I'm going to pick out my song list for Karaoke--Without any vetoes! *Rushes off to her room, with a protesting Santana fast on her heels*

Dani and Quinn: *look at each other, shake their heads and, smiling, follow Rachel and Santana*

Jonathan: I should pick out something to wear for tonight. *heads to his room*

Lucas: Same.

Guinevere: Maybe shave off that beard while you're at it.

Lucas: What's wrong with the beard? I think it makes me look distinguished.

Guinevere: I makes you look like you don't own a razor.

Rae: I like it. I think it's sexy.

Lucas: *points to Rae as he heads for his room* See. Sexy and Distinguished.

Guinevere: *Laughing as she pushed Lucas towards the hall, looks back over her shoulder and shakes head at Rae*

Rae: *following behind Guinevere* I can't help it. I like scruffy. It's Genetic!

Jade: Was that a werewolf joke?

Raven: Probably. Mun has a lousy sense of humour.

Jade: Is that why you only got one line?

Raven: shrugs

Jade: You weren't kidding. *stands and heads for her room* I've heard better jokes out of Vega.

Distant Voice: Hey! Again!

Aurora: *looks around the nearly empty room, then lays head on Mal's shoulder* Well it was fun while it lasted.

Mal: Was it?

Aurora: Oh shush, you know you love us. And Evie will be here any minute for the party. We're going to have so much fun tonight. *dances away towards the kitchen where the sounds of several arguments can be heard*

Mal: There is no we. You and the other one are staying ten, no twenty feet from Evie at all times.

Aurora: *laughs*

Mal: *drops down onto couch* And they called me evil. *feels her phone vibrate and pulls it from her pocket. Smiles at the text from Evie confirming her arrival time for the party.

Mal: Beware, foreswear, Love is love everywhere.

~~~~~~~~~

A post? An Apartment verse post? With everyone (Sorry Raven)?

I know, I'm as shocked as you are. And apparently extremely rusty. Anyway, Happy Pride month to all. Love *is* Love, everywhere.

#m:everyone #ooc: muse #verse: apartment #pride

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ao3feed-deckerstar · 1 year ago

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The Christmas Star

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Uv0ClIR

by srat115

It's Christmas time, and Lucifer is trying to find the perfect gift for the Detective.

Words: 7745, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Chloe Decker, Amenadiel (Lucifer TV), Eve (Lucifer TV), Dan Espinoza, Trixie Espinoza, Charlie Martin (Lucifer TV)

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar, Amenadiel/Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel & Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Eve/Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Eve & Mazikeen (Lucifer TV)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Gift Giving, Christmas Fluff, Christmas, One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Uv0ClIR

#deckerstar fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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myriadimagines · 5 years ago

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Run From Me

Lucifer One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Mazikeen

Other Characters: Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Requester: —

Summary: Mazikeen already knows she doesn’t understand humans, but you confuse her more than than any other human she’s met. She doesn’t understand why you care so much — about the world, other people, and most perplexingly, her. Based on the song bury a friend by Billie Eilish.

Word Count: 1,236

A/N: this is my submission for @locke-writes’ intro to 2020 challenge!! i liked the concept better than the actual piece but :/

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this?

What do you want from me? Why don’t you run from me?

Mazikeen doesn’t need to tell others that she’s a demon for them to be afraid of her. From the dangerous glint in her eyes, all light disappearing in her dark irises, to her fiendish smile, red lips curled upward to reveal her grinning teeth, Mazikeen seems to be the epitome of terrifying. It’s only natural for people to run from her, an instinctual self preservation that drives everyone to stay as far away from her as possible, and it amuses her. It makes her laugh how a tiny little movement will make any human around her flinch, how pathetically scared they are of her without even knowing her true nature.

And she has no doubts you will be any different.

She sees you at the bar, elbows leaned up against polished wood as you survey the scene. There’s a quietness about you that almost doesn’t seem to belong in the rowdy club, full of strangers drunkenly dancing, a mass of hot bodies pressed up against each other. Lux has always been a refuge, a go-to for people desperate to forget about the outside world, to drink their problems away and crush them under their heels, dancing until they collapse.

Mazikeen has seen them all. The sloppy drunks, the emotional ones. People who are fresh off a breakup, holding back their tears long enough to try and find a rebound. Others who are looking for a fling, someone to cheat with, anything to fill up the emptiness inside that’ll forever be hungry, gnashing teeth never to be satiated.

She thinks she has you all figured out, defined and crammed into one of the various boxes that everyone else fit into. A quiet, shy type, probably at their first club, wanting to dip their toes into a wild scenery they’ve only ever watched from afar. It makes Mazikeen chuckle, watching you stay in the corner, not even having a single drink. You’ve picked one hell of a club to visit, one you’re no doubt unprepared for, and Lux is going to swallow you whole.

You make eye contact with her when you finally turn around, and she made a point of strutting straight towards you, leaning towards you as she shoots you an expectant look, “What do you want?”

You smile at her. “Can I get a water?”

Mazikeen sneers at you, her condescending gaze sweeping over you before she snorts, “Seriously?”

You don’t even flinch, she realises, don’t shy away and shrink under her gaze that would make anyone else squirm. It takes her by surprise, and she blinks at you and your unrelenting gaze, and she reluctantly reaches for a glass under the bar. She flips on the tap, refusing to break eye contact, a silent competition that neither of you seem ready to give up on. She slides the glass to you across the bar, and you catch it before it tips over the edge. Your smile widens, and you say, “Thanks. I’m y/n, by the way.”

Mazikeen’s nose wrinkles ever so slightly, perplexed at your unexpected boldness. She doesn’t like it, mainly because it feels defiant, as if your existence is an active challenge towards her very being.

She’s so used to others running from her, she doesn’t quite know what to do when someone, for the first time, seems to be running straight towards her.

She spins on her heel, dismissing you as she finds another customer at the end of the bar. You grin to yourself, taking a sip of water as you can see Mazikeen cast a quick glance to you out of the corner of your eye, and you know both of you are thinking the same thing.

Game on.

What are you wondering? What do you know?

You mean nothing to her. At least, that’s what she tries telling herself, despite the fact that each and every night she finds herself revealing secrets to you she’d never even think of telling anyone else. It terrifies her, each time she lets her guard down, terrifies her that one day, it’ll be too much for you. That you’ll turn around screaming, running away from her darkness that no one else can handle.

You must be from Hell, Mazikeen decides, quite early on after getting to know you. There’s no other explanation, despite Lucifer firmly assuring her he’s never once heard of you before, decidedly ruling out the possibility.

But there’s something about your smile, your taunting, teasing smile that makes Mazkeen feel like you know more about her than she realises. As if you can see right through her, leaving her a translucent body, her soul open for you to see.

And she hates it. Hates the vulnerability, hates feeling exposed to the point where it could be used against her. She doesn’t understand how it feels like you know her, know every single detail about her life, and the very feeling alone is enough to unravel her.

It takes her a while to realise how much time the two of you unintentionally spend together. Perhaps it was all planned from the start on your part, calculated moves that would always put the two of you together. You’re relentless, always showing up in the exact same spot at the bar again and again, refusing to talk to any other bartender except for her. It doesn’t matter how hard she tries to fight against you, she always finds herself drawn towards you by the end of the night, unable to fight the palpable magnetism that buzzes between the two of you.

You soften her, eventually, the two of you bonding over quiet conversations at the end of the bar as Lux begins to wind down, as the club begins to empty and the music begins to dim. Lucifer often finds the two of you still talking long after closing hours, unable to peel yourselves away from one another. Mazikeen hates the smug, pointed grin on Lucifer’s face each time he sees the two of you together, hates his insinuation that the two of you together means anything.

Why aren’t you scared of me? Why do you care for me?

She doesn’t understand how you’ve managed to never once cower away from her, how you’ve continued to stay at her side after seeing the sides of herself that even she’s deemed ugly and terrible. Parts of herself that she felt nauseated to show you, parts she was sure you’d reject her for, but instead only makes you more fond of her. Each passing day seems to draw you closer and closer to her, and she knows she cares for you far more than she’d ever care to admit, just as you care for her.

So she finally asks you, finally confronts you with all the questions that have swarmed her mind ever since first meeting you, an unfinished puzzle full of holes and pieces that are lost into oblivion that only your hand can find.

You don’t reply, looking up at her wide eyes, and Mazikeen realises that perhaps she’s known the truth all along. A truth she pushed aside as an absurdity, and impossibility, because of the eternity she’s spent believing that she’s incabaple of being loved. A truth you don’t need to say out loud.

You love her.

And Mazikeen has unknowingly fallen in love with you, too.

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