#mazikeen one shot

[blondie20000]

Fandoms: Loki & Lucifer

Title: The Devil and the Goddess of Mischief

Crossover

Pairing: Sylvie/Maze (Minor) but mostly Gen.

Word count: 5152

Complete

Summary:

AU where Sylvie chose to work at Lux instead of McDonald's. A place that eventually became her home and the people there became her family. Sylvie has already lost one home she will not let them ruin another. She will make sure of it.

Available on Ao3

[sumbarbietingz]

My bodyguard (+18)

Pic credit: Cinnabus on Twitter and inspiration for the story

• One shot smut, bodyguard!tojixblack!fem character, brat taming, age diff, foreplay, hair pulling, choking, degradation and praise, rough sex, squirting, creampie •

• Words count: 4,7k •

(The nword is said sometimes, I’m black yall no worries😭)

By the way, this is my first fanfic in years and my first smut ever so be kind😭 sorry for the potential grammatical errors too! And I just got off my period I'm horny as a bitch so eh you already know

Mazikeen or Maze Washington is a spoiled brat from a rich family. Her father Sean Washington is a rich and famous businessman who’s a ruthless man at work, but somehow, unable to handle his 21 yo daughter. For her safety, she has to go outside the house with a bodyguard at any time, but Maze always manages to make the man quit his job, that’s how unbearable she is. That poor Sean can’t even count how many bodyguards Maze had. And he knows she’s doing it on purpose because she absolutely hates having someone following her 24/7, he understands how annoying it must be but no matter how many times he tries to reason with her, she just doesn’t give a flying fuck. One day his associate talks about this very effective bodyguard that would be perfect for Maze and won’t put up with her bullshit. Despite being kind of doubtful he still takes the shot and contacts him, at this point, he ain’t got nothing to lose. A few days later after an interview and everything that comes with it, Toji becomes Maze’s new bodyguard, and Sean deeply hopes that he will be able to handle her. After making him sign his contract, he texts her to come downstairs and meet her new bodyguard. After something like 10 minutes, she still takes her sweet ass time to walk down the steps. As she goes down, she notices the man next to her father. And Jesus Christ, he’s probably the most handsome man she has ever seen. He’s so huge and muscular, he got on a tight ass black shirt that molds his huge pecs and his 6 pack abs perfectly. His arms would probably crush a watermelon too. She turns her attention back to her father before she gets too flustered.

Maze: "Who’s that?"

Sean: "Toji Fushiguro, your new bodyguard"

Maze dramatically groans. When is it gonna end?!

Maze: "Ugh! Dad really?"

Sean: sighs "Yes young lady. And trust me this one is very different from the others."

She rolls her eyes. She won’t argue cause deep down she knows it’s gonna end up the same way. She shrugs

Maze: "Okay whatever"

Sean turns to Toji

Sean: "I’m counting on you Toji. Take care of her and don’t be intimidated by her bratty behavior"

Toji nods

Toji: "No worries sir Washington, it won’t be an issue"

Sean nods and leaves them to go back to his office. Toji has been looking at Maze the whole time. Her outfit leaves not much to the imagination. It’s a tight and short jumpsuit that has a deep cleavage on it. She’s an absolute bombshell. Her brown skin is so clear and looks smooth, her facial features are beautiful, her curly hair is in a high ponytail, and her curves? Her boobs would probably still be too big for his huge hands, she got these childbearing hips… and the fact that she’s a bratty little bitch will make everything more fun. Maze notices how he looks at her and raises an eyebrow

Maze: "The fuck you’re looking at nigga?"

Toji chuckles. Ohhh this is gonna be fun

Toji: "I can’t look at you when you got an outfit that shows your tits almost completely? I might be your bg, but I’m still a man and I got eyes."

Maze huffs. He got some audacity

Maze: "Well you should stop. It’s weird as fuck."

Toji: "Look who’s talking. I saw you checking me out when you were walking down the stairs. I know you like what you see"

She rolls her eyes. Ugh was it that obvious? She shrugs it off

Maze: "tsk. Whatever. I wanna go shopping"

She starts walking towards the door of the mansion and Toji follows behind her. As he finally gets to see her from the back, his suspicions are confirmed. By seeing her hips he figured that she had a fat ass too and boy she had one. Every step she makes makes her shit bounce and recoil. It looks so… fuckable… he licks his lips thinking about what kind of fun they could have but his main priority is still to protect her.

After a while, they’re at the mall, and she obviously attracts all the attention. From her skimpy outfit revealing her luscious body, to her Hermes purse, her ridiculously big and shiny Rolex with red rubies on the bezel, the last iPhone she keeps her eyes on… everything screams that she’s a walking bank account. She already went to at least 5 boutiques, from regular stores to buy skimpy outfits to designer ones to get new shoes or bags. Toji had to deal with her bratty behavior the entire time, but he still does his job and scans his surroundings for potential threats, but it’s becoming hard to do so when two gigantic cheeks are hitting each other and basically begging him to grab and smack them, it’s like her ass got a mind on its own. He takes a deep breath and tries to not think about clapping her ass chee-

Maze: "Hey you." She turns around and stops walking

Toji slightly shakes his head getting out of his naughty thoughts

Toji: "What’s up?"

She hands him her bags

Maze: "Take ‘em"

He raises an eyebrow

Toji: "I’m your bodyguard, not your butler princess"

"Princess". God why does she loves that pet name and the way it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly?

Maze: "Okay but take it. You’re still my employee"

He crosses his arms

Toji: "I’m your father's employee, not yours. You won’t boss me around like you did with your previous weaklings and the people around you."

Maze: "Listen up Tijo."

Toji rolls his eyes again

Toji: "It’s Toji."

Maze: "Tai chi or whatever. Your broke ass got a job because of me, so be thankful that you’ll get to pay your bills this month and grab my goddamn bags."

Toji is starting to lose patience. He doesn’t respond, cause if he does, he’ll probably say something that will get him fired on his first day. So he simply stares at Maze and she stares back, for at least a good minute. Eventually, she huffs and grabs her phone from her purse.

Toji: "What are you doing?"

Maze keeps her attention to her phone

Maze: "Getting an Uber. I’m going to my friend’s house. I’m out of here."

Toji huffs

Toji: "Are you throwing a tantrum over the fact that I won’t take your bags?"

Maze: "Shut up old man. I wanted to do that anyway."

Toji rolls his eyes

Toji: "Why are you taking an Uber? I can get you there"

Maze: "Because I don’t want you to come with me OBVIOUSLY" She shakes her head in disbelief as if it was absolutely obvious that she doesn’t want him to come with her

Toji: "Yeah. It’s not gonna happen princess. I’m your bodyguard and your father said-"

She cuts him off

"I don’t care what my dad says. I don’t your creepy old ass up my ass 24/7. Nigga go take care of your kids and wife instead, you old bitch."

Toji stays silent. This bratty attitude was fun for a moment but now she’s really starting to push his buttons. He didn’t want to do this now but it’s time for the spoiled little princess to learn her lesson. He grabs her wrist and drags her outside the mall towards the nearest hotel he can find despite her resistance and protests.

Maze: "What the hell?! Let go of me you-"

Toji cuts her off

Toji: "Could you shut the fuck up for once in your goddamn life?"

Maze grunts and tries to get off his grip but goddamnit he’s so strong, and resisting just makes her wrist hurt more so she gives up and lets him drag her wherever he wants to go. They arrive at a quite luxurious hotel and the receptionist makes a confused face when he sees them. Toji asks for a room and of course, tells Maze to pay for it. Once it’s done he drags her again towards the room in question. He opens the door and pushes her inside as he closes the door behind them. She stumbles and drops her bags and purse on the floor. She barely has time to react when Toji comes behind her, grabs her by her throat and at the base of her ponytail, and approaches her ear.

Toji: "Listen. Your dad pays me an insane amount of money to make sure his stupid spoiled bitch daughter doesn’t end up dead. You’re not gonna fuck up my bag. If that means fucking your brains out until you behave, then this is what I’m gonna do"

She gasps when she feels his hands on her and she can feel her pussy getting wetter from hearing him. She loves how he manhandles her. The smell of his cologne fills her nose, his warm breath sends a shiver down her spine… she bites her lip in anticipation. Toji notices that and chuckles

Toji: "You like this don’t you? Being tamed by a strong man like me who knows how to handle little bitches like you mmh?"

She nods, she always had a degradation and praise kink and hearing him right now was pure bliss to her. He whispers in her ear

Toji: "Say it"

She feels weak, she licks her upper lip as she responds, her voice a bit shaky

Maze: "I love when real men like you handle bitches like me…"

God she could feel herself getting wetter by saying that. Toji hums in satisfaction, his excitement growing in his pants and against her ass. He lets go of her hair and neck and pushes her cleavage down, revealing her big breasts. He growls as he starts playing with them

Maze moans softly, her titties have always been a sensitive part of her body and she loves when they get attention. She can feel Toji’s big hands massaging her boobs and it just feels so good. Then he starts playing with her nipples and she can’t help but moan a little louder

Toji can feel himself getting harder as he listens to her, her moans sound like harmony as he plays with these sensitive little nipples. They’re so small, it’s cute to him. Then he lifts her tit towards her mouth

Toji: "Lick."

She automatically listens to him, lowers her head, and starts licking her nipple, her tongue swirling on it. Toji groans at the scene before him and joins her. His tongue finding the sensitive skin along with Maze’s tongue. They keep touching each other and she feels like she’s going to explode. The sensation of his tongue against hers as they both dance on her nipple is driving her crazy and she can feel her panties getting drenched. Then he grabs her boob in his mouth and tugs at it before releasing it with a pop. He turns Maze around and sees her half lidded eyes. He can tell how badly she wants him.

Toji: "On your knees." He orders

She nods and does what he tells her to do. He looks down at her, looking at this needy expression on her face, she looks so fucking hot, looking like that on her knees. He doesn’t even need to tell her what to do that she’s already undressing him. Mmm, what a cock hungry slut.

She pulls his grey sweatpants and boxers down and she almost yells when she sees it. Her jaw drops to the floor. She can’t believe this size exists in real life. It’s not only long, but it’s also thick as hell and the veins are pulsing, it’s the kind of dick that will stretch you out. She looks down and sees that his balls are twice the size of ping-pong balls. Oh, Christ can she really handle all that?

Toji notices her reaction and chuckles. It’s the same thing every time a woman sees him for the first time. He knows she’s probably asking herself how she’s gonna fit everything in

Toji: "Are you planning to suck my dick or you’re gonna stay with your mouth agape the whole day?"

She shakes her head and braces herself. She starts giving kisses along the length, the head, the frenulum, taking her time. Toji sighs softly, loving how she’s not directly sucking it and going crazy on him yet. After a while she’s licking his head and frenulum, sucking his cock, struggling to go all the way in so she uses her hands to stroke the part she can’t reach, and sucks the other half, saliva already dripping from her mouth

Toji groans, his hand reaching the base of her ponytail again

Toji: "Pretty sure you can do better than that princess. Show me how these dick sucking lips and that long tongue of yours can do"

All this dirty talk turns her on so badly, but he’s right. She has enough experience to know that she can do better than that but good luck going all the way down with that monster dick. She braces herself again and forces herself to take him deeper, the tip of his cock already triggering her sensitive gag reflex. All it takes is two back and forth and her tears are already leaving her eyes, ruining her makeup. She gags but keeps going, the saliva drenching his dick and her cheeks. She looks at him with half lidded eyes, a runny nose, and makeup ruined by tears.

Toji growls with pleasure and seeing her in that state is not only hot as fuck, but also hella satisfying. Seeing that bratty bitch in such a submissive state fills him with joy.

Toji: "Look at you. Do you still think you can boss me around? Mmm… we might do this more often. Seems like this mouth ain’t only good for talking shit but also for giving good blowjobs uh princess?"

If she wasn’t using her hands to support herself she would’ve already started rubbing her aching clit. Now she decides to go all the way. She goes back and forth faster, twisting her head while doing so, gaging again and again as she groans and makes aggressive, almost animalistic slurping and sucking sounds to the point it sounds like she’s speaking in tongues, making his dick dripping with saliva. With her hand, she cups and plays with his massive balls already slick with spit.

Toji pants from the sensations and the sounds, this is the best neck he had in a while and all these slurping, sucking, and groaning sounds are gonna make him cum too quickly.

Toji: panting "Alright stop princess, get in the bed and undress."

She takes his dick out of her mouth, strings of saliva linking his dick to her lips. She’s panting a bit, her already plump lips swollen, the bottom red… she looks an absolute mess. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands up, her legs feeling a bit weak from being on her knees. She walks towards the bed and takes her shoes off, and once she’s sitting she takes off her jumpsuit. Not only she didn’t have a bra (which is understandable with that outfit) but she also had no panties on. Toji observes her body, it looks even better naked. It takes everything in him to not just fuck her right there and then, but for some reason he wants her to enjoy it too even though she doesn’t deserve it after being such a bitch to him all day. He takes off his clothes too and Maze feels like a dog in heat when she sees him fully naked. He looks like a fucking Greek god. Everything about him is perfect. His face, his body, his XXL monster dick… she can feel her pussy throbbing in anticipation. Toji comes to the bed on top of her, his huge body caging her much smaller one. His hand starts caressing her waist, the touch making her shiver. Before she can say anything his lips finally find hers, and she moans once she gets to know what he tastes like. Toji kisses her slowly and sensually as he tastes the both of them. His tongue quickly finds hers again as they dance together, a slow dance quickly turning into a battle for dominance. Maze grips his broad shoulders, fuck she wants more of him, she needs so much more… she feels him tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, which makes her aching for his touch even more. And suddenly she feels his hand leaving her waist to caress his way to her dripping wet core. She shivers in excitement then lets out a gasp that’s followed by a moan once his fingers start rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions.

Maze: "Mmmh…. fuck… Toji…."

Toji: "So now you know my name uh?"

Maze can’t respond, she suddenly feels embarrassed for pretending to not know when now she’s moaning the very name she was disrespecting. All she can do is moan.

Toji kisses and licks her neck as he keeps playing with her little pussy.

Toji: "You want more?"

Maze simply nods, and then he suddenly stops to grab her hips and flips her on her stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise. The first thing he does is finally grab this fat ass of hers. This is exactly how he imagined. It’s like squeezing two giant marshmallows. Her ass is so soft and he feels like he can play with that shit for hours. He grabs it, smacks it, and makes it recoil… fuck it feels like Jell-O in his hands. Maze on the other hand moans from the attention he’s giving to her.

Toji: "Get on your hands and knees."

She happily does as he says and arches her back. The way that drives her hookups insane. Toji curses under his breath and admires the work of art in front of him. Asses tends to look bigger in backshots but now? Her shit just straight up looks like two planets. And the way she arches her back? He’s wondering how is it even possible. He runs his hand on her ass and her back, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. In those moments he’s always glad to have a big dick because there are no issues of slipping out when dealing with a big butt. He grabs his dick and starts grinding it between her cheeks, his other hand resting on her hip.

Maze: "Please put it in me…" She begs, her voice almost a whisper as she looks over her shoulder, she’s so horny right now she might cry if she doesn’t get dicked down in the next few seconds. Toji chuckles and slides his dick on her pussy lips, the tip of his cock making out with her slick folds. Maze can’t take all of this teasing anymore. She needs him BADLY. She lets out a soft whimper

Maze: "God please Toji… I need you right now…"

Toji: "Seems like you know how to ask for something uh? Beg for me princess and I’ll give you what you need."

She takes a deep breath, she’s never felt so submissive in her life, and she sure liked that. She looks into his eyes, they’re pleading

Maze: "Please Toji, please… I’m begging you… please fuck me… I need you inside me so badly…"

Toji hums in satisfaction

Toji: "Good girl."

Finally, he starts sliding himself inside of her, and she’s so wet that it comes in easily. ‘Fuck she’s so tight’ is what he’s thinking as he dives deeper and deeper inside of her. Maze gasps in pleasure as she feels herself getting penetrated. ‘God he’s so big’ is what she’s thinking as she grips the sheets to steady herself.

Toji starts rocking his hips slowly against hers, feeling the way her tight vagina swallows him. He grunts as he hears her beautiful moans filling the room. Shortly after his pace increases, causing her to moan louder. And mind you, he’s not even fully inside her. Maze feels so good right now she can’t think about anything else but Toji giving her pleasure.

Toji: "You know I’m not all the way in right?"

And when he says that her eyes widen in shock. What do you mean he’s not fully inside her when she feels already so full?! She thought that she might have heard him wrong but no she heard that correctly. She looks over her shoulder, a face of confusion and pleasure greeting him

Toji: "You heard me. Why do you think this ass of yours is not making any noise yet?"

Damn she knew that something was kinda off. He’s really not joking. Toji has that smug look on his face

Toji: "Think you can handle it and take it like a good girl princess?"

Maze hesitates. He’s only halfway there and she already feels full as hell. But she’s not a punk. She can take it. So she nods and Toji smirks. He smacks her ass and then pushes inside, making him groan deeply and Maze almost cries out in pain and pleasure. She can’t even think about saying something that he starts going faster and harder

Toji: "That’s it. Take that fucking dick."

Maze moans louder than before as she feels Toji kissing her cervix, her moans are a mix of pain and pleasure as she feels him violating her insides. Nobody ever reached that spot and now she feels like her brain is melting. All she can do is moan and repeat the same words like a mantra ‘Oh yes, fuck, Toji, oh my god, it feels so good’ Toji looks at the way her ass bounces and makes waves from the contact of his hips, the view along with the sensation of being balls deep inside her and her loud moans make his cock twitch. He grabs and smacks her ass, his pace doesn’t decrease a bit

Toji: "You thought you could boss me around? You thought you could treat me like shit?"

Maze can’t help but moan in response, she’s unable to talk, and the pleasure overtakes her mind and body. Toji grabs her ponytail and pulls her head down. She cries out when she feels her hair being pulled, she loves that shit.

Toji: "Answer me bitch."

When he calls her a bitch, she can feel herself tightening around him. She’s barely able to form a proper sentence as she replies to him, almost mumbling

Maze: "N-no… I’m sorry Toji…" once it’s finally out she keeps moaning in pleasure, she doesn’t remember the last time a man has ever made her feel that good. Toji starts going harder, the tip of his dick slamming her cervix in violent thrusts. Maze can’t help but moan louder and louder, her already ruined makeup from the blowjob getting even more messier as tears start rolling down her face. Toji grunts as he feels how tighter she’s getting from his talk and his thrusts. She makes him feel so fucking good

Toji: "You’re still gonna act like a bratty little bitch towards me Mazikeen?" He says as he keeps giving her these punishing and powerful thrusts

She can feel herself getting tighter again as he calls her by her full name. She feels like her soul has left her body from the amount of raw pleasure Toji is giving her

Maze: "I won’t be… i promise" she mumbles out

Toji: "From now on you’re gonna stop being a pain in the ass, you’re gonna let me do my fucking job and respect me got it?" His voice is deeper than usual, the pleasure and physical effort can be heard.

All she can do is agree with him. She doesn’t have the strength to be defiant anymore with the way he fucks her so good. Toji chuckles and holds her ponytail tighter

Toji: "Look at you unable to fucking talk. Thought you could take it princess?" He taunts. All she can do is moan.

Toji: "See how it feels like to get fucked by an ‘old man’? You see the difference between me and the losers you be having?" He says his hips still slamming against her ass

Maze can only nod as she looks at the ceiling. She had good sex before but like he said, he’d fuck her brains out and this is exactly what he’s doing. She has a dumb look on her face as she takes every inch of his dick in her dripping cunt.

Toji: "You’ve never had anyone fuck you dumb like this uh? But you let that the same bodyguard you called 'creepy old and broke’ give you the best fuck of your life uh?"

God if he doesn’t shut up… all of his dirty talk is gonna make her cum very soon if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. Toji can feel himself getting close as well so he lets go of her hair to grab her ass tighter as he keeps pounding the fuck out of Maze.

Toji: "Im gonna cum princess. And just so you know, I’m not planning to pull out"

Maze feels her heart beating faster. She’s not on birth control and the idea of Toji cuming in her is terrifying but also very exciting.

Maze: "I-I’m not on bc…" she moans out

Toji: "Then pray you won’t get knocked up by your bodyguard" he replies as he keeps fucking her. He can feel her getting tighter again, the idea of him spilling his cum in her is probably very appealing to her. She wants it as much as he wants it.

Toji: "That would be too bad if you got knocked up by your bodyguard right princess? What would your father think uh" Maze bites her lip, why is he talking about that when she’s a few thrusts away from cuming?

Maze: "Don’t talk about him now…" she moans out, feeling closer and closer to the edge. Toji chuckles

Toji: "Once I cum in you, you’re mine got it? Only I get to fuck you, you heard me?"

Maze can only agree. She nods frantically as she grips the sheets so tightly she might rip them off. Toji smacks her ass hard

Toji: "Such a good little slut. Now cum for me princess. Cum on your cock"

Once she hears that it’s over. Her hand reaches her clit and all it takes is a few fast circles for her to come apart. She cries out his name loudly and she squirts all over the bedsheet, her cyprine forming a small puddle between her knees and dripping on her thighs. She sees white while she keeps panting from the intensity of the intercourse. He can’t see from his position but once she screams his name, hears something dripping on the bedsheet and feels her pussy pulsating, all it takes is a few more thrusts and he groans loudly, feeling himself spilling his cum deeply inside her, painting her cunt white. She feels the warm substance in her and she moans at the sensation, goddamn this is the hottest thing a man has ever done to her. He pulls out and they both collapse on the bed, heavily breathing from the intensity of their sex. Maze shakes a bit, feeling the cum dripping out of her. Toji lays next to her, seeing that she’s so exhausted that she apparently doesn’t mind laying on her puddle of love juice. He looks at her trembling frame, her ruined makeup and cheeks wet in tears. He smiles to himself. She’s gonna behave from now on. After a while she finally talks, her voice a bit shaky and low.

Maze: "Could you��� get me a Plan B please?"

Toji smirks. She asked politely. He fucked the attitude out of her, which is gonna make his job as her bodyguard much more easier. They’re gonna have so much fun together. And he’ll probably get a promotion for finally taming his boss’ bratty daughter. That was one hell of a good first day.

Toji: "Of course princess. I’ll get you one right away"

[writing-for-life]

A Collection of My Metas, Fics and Art that Feature the Women of The Sandman

I love the women of the Sandman. I write about them quite frequently, post art about them, write my fics from a female viewpoint (I’m mainly an OC writer though, but I have one-shots and poetry about canon characters).

So since we’ve been talking about them a lot over the past few days, here are all their tags (they contain both official and fanart, and every meta that features them enough for me to tag them), and all my metas, fics and poetry in which they are the main protagonist/character or at least strong focus.

I have posted art for literally all of the women in the Sandman and also written about most of them in one way or another, and you can find the ones that are missing here via my Sandman Tag Library (usually the ones that maybe haven’t been mentioned with a lot of depth or separate artwork). I think it’s normal and fair that we gravitate more towards some characters than others for personal reasons. It’s just the complete erasure of women that often gets to me.

I want to do more, but like every writer and curator, the disinterest in the women of the Sandman is often a bit discouraging. I haven’t given up hope we can change that…

Here they are, in alphabetical order:

Alianora

Dreams of Light (poem)

Alianora’s tag

Barbie

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Barbie’s tag

Calliope

Lupē (short fic, Morpheus x Calliope)

Mother (haiku)

Calliope and Dream (meta)

Calliope’s tag

Chantal

Chantal’s tag

Death

He Hears the Sound of Her Wings: Death as Solace (meta)

Death’s Wedjat Eye: Deeper Symbolism or Random? (meta)

Touching Death or: Why Dream is Not Simply Touch-Starved in The Sound of Her Wings (meta)

Oblivion is not an option—A musical meta about “A kind word and a friendly face” (meta)

All the Endless are buckling under the weight of their functions (David Hitchcock art meta)

Ode to Death (poem)

Requiem (poem)

Comfort (haiku)

Sigil (haiku)

Wings (haiku)

Death’s tag

Delirium/Delight

A sacred garden: Death and Delight (Michael Zulli art meta)

Delirium’s tag

Despair

Despair’s tag

Ethel

Ethel’s tag

Eve

Eve’s tag

The Fates

The Fates’ tag

Foxglove (Donna)

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Donna’s tag

Gault

The Mother Wound (meta)

Gault’s tag

Gwen

Hob Gadling’s Involvement in the Slave Trade or: The Fallacy of Racial Reconciliation (meta)

Gwen’s tag

Hazel

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Hazel’s tag

Hope

The Sandman Overture and Exiles: Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit—Everything Changes, Nothing Is Truly Lost (Not Even Hope) (meta)

Only Hope calls you out like that (meta)

Hope’s tag

Ishtar

Ishtar’s tag

Johanna

Thessaly, Johanna and a weird meta about musical motifs (meta)

As it was before the otherness came (short fic, Johanna x Rachel)

Johanna’s tag

Killalla

Killalla’s tag

Lucienne

If it is implied Lucien is Adam, what does that make Lucienne? (meta)

Lucienne’s tag

Lyta

Aftermath (poem)

Mother (haiku)

Lyta’s tag

Mazikeen

Mazikeen’s tag

Nada

“Tales in the Sand” in Context of “The Doll’s House” (meta)

Where the Blood Fell, Red Flowers Grew (meta)

Tales in the Sand—Did we find the women’s story? (meta)

God Forbid a Woman Do Anything (haiku)

Nada’s tag

Night

The Mother Wound (meta)

Night’s tag

Nuala

Nuala’s tag

Rachel

As it was before the otherness came (short fic, Johanna x Rachel)

Rachel’s tag

Rose

Rose’s tag

Rosemary

Rosemary‘s tag

Thessaly

Thessaly in the context of second and third wave feminism (meta)

Thessaly’s tag

Titania

Titania’s tag

Unity

Unity’s tag

Wanda

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Wanda’s tag

Zelda

Zelda’s tag

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♥ 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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[help-an-alter]

we have three alters who need help with their identities.

one is very cutesy, hyper femme egirl. she's been here for a little while. she wants things related to lovesick, gorey, and video game themes! she would like names, pronouns, and things she would enjoy.

the one is a bit confusing. they're not a human, they mimic humans. they don't talk often. they're very much connected to liminal horror. they want names and things to do. neutral names preferably.

the last one is connected to the umbrella academy. they're sourced specifically off of klaus and five. they want neutral or feminine names related to mystery, tarot, spirits, and time travel. they also want things to do, comforts, and pronouns.

Hello! I did my best with this one, and I hope it can help! However, I highly recommend googling the trigger warnings for the enjoyment recommendations. Particularly with the first alter, many of the things listed are either quite heavy, gorey, or just generally has potentially triggering content. Be safe and have a good day! :]

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NAMES: love, aimee, cerise, cherry, cordelia, vevina, esme, carina, adora, amorette/amoretta, avila, carwen, amara/amora, cher, venus, kaira, evie, maisie, lottie, lacey, mimi, rose/rosie, rosanna, winnie, minnie, treasure, admire/admira, willow, veil, annette, ameri, aerith, mercy, mei, sora, techna, mochi, bunny, blossom, evangeline, eleanor, clementine, vivienne, juliet/juliette, nadine, arachne, ariadne, circe, calliope, ambrosine, narcissa, melancholia, grimoire, bite, minerva, miriam, mana, mania, crave, desire, passion, wrath, ophelia

PRONOUNS: ei/eir/eirself, love/loves/loveself, love/sick/lovesickself, heart/hearts/heartself, gut/guts/gutself, rot/rots/rotself, blood/bloods/bloodself, sla/slash/slashself, exe/exe/exeself, vi/vir/virself, vae/vaer/vaerself, do/dove/doveself, ro/roes/roeself, ro/tic/romanticself, cu/pid/cupidself, er/eros/eroself (alt. eris), cru/crush/crushself, stab/stabs/stabself, yan/dere/yandereself (can be done with any archetype), rip/rips/ripself, fle/flesh/fleshself, joy/stick/joystickself, ga/me/gameself (alt. gaming), gli/glitch/glitchself, vid/video/videoself, cli/click/clickself, pix/el/pixelself

THINGS TO ENJOY: doki doki literature club, yandere anime’s (mirai nikki/future diary, happy sugar life, etc), classic horror movies, just cutesy but darker anime’s in general (when they cry, made in abyss, higurashi no naku koro ni, etc), omori, one shot, yume nikki, irisu syndrome, you me and her: a love story (steams version has tons of removed content, but there are sites that provide the full game), katawa shoujo, danganronpa, pony island, school-live, fate/stay night, muv luv (the first is relatively normal, the second is where it gets interesting)

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NAMES: scratch, scream, ghost, hyde, corner, ephemeral, mystic(al), surreal, dream, evanescent, kaleido/kaleidoscopic, cthonic, cthulhu, hypno(tic), eerie, vapor, vaporwave, anomic, dim, nocturne, null, veld, nim/nym, nox, quill, carbon, vale/veil, peregrine, sal, maris, lux, poet, cove, vesper, rook, elixer, glow, soul/sol, naren, endelian, viridian, aether, zenith, shrike, heath, crypt, hex, styx, dread, vex, howl, fable, hale, shade, vaughn

THINGS TO ENJOY: lots of roblox games (evade, doors, 3008, apeirophobia, etc), studying the backrooms, looking into architecture related to older buildings, found footage, lost media, the movie don’t worry darling, the movie skinamarink, short films on youtube, learning about folklore, exploring google maps, weirdcore tiktoks, weirdcore games, superliminal, mirrors edge, scp, stanley parable

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NAMES: leto, haze, enigma, veil, rune/runa, mystique, wulfrun, calypso, calliope, raven, aradia, blair, sloane, genesis, maze, mazikeen, lilith, medea, elspeth, tamsin, lydia, shiloh, tatiana, lucina, anima, banshee, sybil, cerelia, neander, signe, evening, millennium, lustrum/lustram, sunday, mist(y), gloom, seraph, sera, shade, gargoyle, loom, moon, paige (page of ___), ace, empress

PRONOUNS: tar/aro/tarotself, arc/ana/arcanaself, maj/major/majorself, my/ster/mysteryself, haunt/haunts/hauntself, spi/rit/spiritself, ti/ime/timeself, clo/clocks/clockself, er/era/eraself, dec/ade/decadeself, year/years/yearself, hour/glass/hourglasself, ma/gic/magicself, mana/manas/manaself, gho/ghost/ghostself, sand/sands/sandself, thon/thons/thonself, card/cards/cardself, div/divs/divinityself (alt. divineself, divself), coin/coins/coinself, cup/cups/cupself, wand/wands/wandself, pent/acle/pentacleself, sword/swords/swordself, tar/taro/tarotself, ture/future/futureself, pas/past/pastself, ca/calen/calenderself, cen/centuryself, ve/ven/venself, a/ages/ageself, eni/enis/enigmaself, cry/crypt/cryself (alt. cryptic)

THINGS TO ENJOY / BRING COMFORT: practice several forms of divination (tarot, runes, bone throwing, even playlists can be divination, etc), look into witchcraft and/or paganism, watch time travel related media, explore a graveyard, respectfully clean gravestones, leave offerings to your ancestors (i recommend doing research into this first), create a way to show your identity (ie. bracelet, necklace, etc), cleanse yourself/your home, read mystery novels

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[littledollll]

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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.”

[anonymousewrites]

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).

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            “(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.

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            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]

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.

[its-all-ineffable]

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!

[evil-enby-in-horny-jail]

>>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

[assassinnovice]

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. 

[vyrulent]

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.

[quinntessentiallyglee]

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.

[ao3feed-deckerstar]

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

[myriadimagines]

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. 

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. 

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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Been watching The Sandman on Netflix, and it's really reminding me just how much the comic front-loaded its horror. I mean I know it never really went away, but it got a little more American Gods-y later on.

Right now I'm at the all-night diner part, and that's...grim. Very grim.