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This Isn’t Love

Title: This Isn’t Love - Part 1

Words: 571

Pairing: Eventual Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Reader develops irrational feelings for the devil. But those feelings could never be reciprocated, could they?

Warnings: None yet. Eventual smut and goodness knows what else.

A/N: Taking a stab at a Lucifer series since this idea has been hanging around my head for so long.


This Isn’t Love – Part 1


Love isn’t something that can be explained, predicted or accounted for. It happens without sense or reason, without agenda or expectation, and it can only have two possible outcomes. The first is that the subject of your desires reciprocates; feelings bloom and grow and that person becomes irrevocably tied to your life forever. The second, and undoubtedly the more difficult of the two, is that the subject does not reciprocate, which they are free not too, but still they become tied to your life, hopelessly within reach of our finger tips, yet always just far enough that we can only brush up against it and never quite grasp it.

Sometimes love is slow building, evolving over time due to proximity or circumstance. Other times it’s instant, like a freight train barrelling over you without hearing it’s blaring warning sound or having a chance to dodge it’s oncoming. The possibility of love is always around us. It can be suffocating or life giving, it can be cruel or kind. But if there’s one thing you’d learned about love in all your years…

Man was it stupid.

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Lead

I am comprised of many precarious
nights that cannot be swallowed.

Clocks that demand council cease to
be dismissed.

I explore aloud as it helps me understand.

You are more and more forever my love,
more and more growing, blooming, charm.

As wide an expanse, as vast a sea, my
withered heart alone throbs within
yours seamlessly.

Sometimes I let go into the spell of you.
See where it takes me.

The impetus of impassioned words.

The catalyst for my purest poetry.

Today we were gifted with a little peek of springtime. The breeze was warm and we left our jackets at home. Off to the secret place in the wild wild woods we went. My son brought his choo choos and I brought my paints & pens but in the end we both played with each other’s toys until the beauty of the sunset captivated our full attention. These are the moments that I truly live for. Where it’s just the presence of loved ones and the wonder of nature around us. These are the memories that grow roots and bloom in the heart forever.

Designer AU???

@serenitydiviness I was gonna dm this to u but I actually liked it so Im just gonna post it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Marinette is a famous designer
-her brand name is Ladybug ((like Dior and Prada)) and no one really knows her real name
-she wants to keep her professional and personal life separate
-she’s known for never showing her face in public (as ladybug)
-she always wears huge sunglasses or wide brimmed hats when she comes into work so no one can get a picture of her face
-the only clear picture someone was able to get of her face was at a Masquerade ball so it was kinda useless
-this is where Adrien comes in
-Gabriel Agreste holds a huge party every year and most of the guests are other designers and celebrities
-this year it was a masquerade ball theme
-Marinette, even though she was still pretty small at the time, was invited because Gabriel thought she showed a lot of potential and knew she would go far up quickly
-((((OK SO IDK IF U KNOW THIS ABOUT ME BUT IM OBSESSED OVER HOW PERFECT ENCHANTED BY TS IS FOR ML)))
-because it’s his father’s party Adrien had to attended even though he hated these things
-Adrien: “There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face”
-Adrien is dressed in a black tux with a black mask and cat ears
-Marientte is in a black and red ball gown with her ladybug mask
-Adrien sees Mari and is basically like “that is the most beautiful person to have ever walked this earth”
-he comes up to her and asks her to dance
-they dance the night away
-*insert So This is Love from Cinderella here*
-at the end of the night Mari tells him that she had to leave
-“won’t you at least tell me your name before you leave?”
-“I’m Ladybug, it’s a pleasure to meet you”
-he kisses her hand
-Adrien has grown up being judged by who his father is and he had a great time tonight and he doesn’t want his name to change that
-“Hello my lady I’m chat noir, the pleasure’s all mine”
-they say their goodbyes and Adrien is head over heels for Ladybug
-(((IM JUST GONNA KEEP QUOTING THIS TS SONG)))
-“can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?”
Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder ‘till I’m wide awake
And now I’m pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door
I’d open up and you would say, “Hey,
It was enchanting to meet you,
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.”

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again
These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you

Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you
Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you"
-(((OK IM DONE)))

~One year later~

-The Ladybug brand has become very popular
-Adrien has left his dad and decided to reinvent himself
-he still thinks about that night and about the girl who introduced herself as ladybug
-then when he hears of an other designer rivaling his dad named Ladybug he freaks because he might’ve found the girl who got away
-he applies for a modeling job at Ladybug
-when he starts working there he always keeps an eye out for Ladybug and tries to find out when she comes into work to see if he can see her
-he’s been working there for a few months now and although he still hasn’t seen ladybug he’s made friends with one of the photographers, Nino, Ladybug’s right hand woman (who he won’t stop pushing for her to tell him who lb really is), Alya, and fashion /intern/, Marinette
-Marinette had had a small crush on Adrien, because she had seen all his pictures in magazines and she had seen some interview he’d done,,,like a celebrity crush kinda thing
-so when he applied to be a model at her design company she hired him right away
-when he first walked in she was working on the floor and hanging out with some interns and alya
-most of her employees didn’t know who she was either because she felt like if they knew who she was they would treat her differently and it would be uncomfortable to work with everyone on the main floor
-Adrien walks in and casually walks up to their group to try to join in on the conversation
-he nudges Marinette and whispers “so when do we get to meet the boss”
-Marinette and Alya start laughing like crazy
-Adrien is very confused
-“nobody gets to meet ladybug most people don’t even know what she looks like”
-Adrien is disappointed but he really likes it there so he stays
-Marinette tells Adrien she’s an intern at Ladybug
-they work together a lot and Marinette’s little celebrity crush turns into a really big head over heels crush
-Alya teases her because technically she’s his boss
-during one of their casual conversations they start talking about their love lives and Nino and Alya are like “yeah we’re dating what about you, you got somebody special”
-Adrien tells them “I fell in love with a girl a year ago and I still haven’t talked to her since”
-Marinette is heartbroken b/c Adrien loves somebody else
-but she’s a good sport about it even though it pains her
-one night Adrien comes back to the office after everyone has left because he left his phone or smth
-he finds Marinette asleep at a desk with her sketchbook open
-he looks at it and realizes that it’s Ladybug’s sketch book and it all clicks
-He doesn’t say anything because he knows that she wants to keep it a secret
-They grow closer together as friends, both thinking that the other may not like them back
-one night Marinette and Adrien are hanging out alone at the studio pretty late
-Marinette asks Adrien to describe the girl he loves
-“and she has beautiful eyes
Your spirits rise
When she walks in the room
Doors close
And the chemistry grows
She’s like a rose
That’s forever in bloom”
-((I’m not gonna lie that’s a quote from barbie’s princess and the pauper)))
-it takes all of Adrien’s will power not to say “I love you”
-it kills Marinette to hear but she loves how happy he gets when he talks about her
-it gets very late and they’re both half asleep when Adrien asks “what about you, who do you love”
-“what makes you think I love anyone?”
-“I can see it in your eyes”
-“he loves someone else”
-“I guess we’re in the same boat”
-“how could anyone not love you back, your perfect”
-“what about you, Marinette you’re beautiful”
-they lean in
-they kiss
-they don’t say anything but they sit in comfortable silence for a few hours until the fall asleep on each other’s shoulders/ heads
-Alya finds them the next day
-she teases them mercilessly
-they don’t talk about the kiss
-they become even closer and start work better together
-one night after work Marinette confronts Adrien and asks him what that kiss meant
-“I don’t know what it meant to you but I really like you, I have for a long time and I just wanna know if you feels the same way”
-Adrien pulls her close and kisses her right there
-“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I met you, my lady”

Edelweiss

Hey everybody! 

This is fic is dedicated to the tumblr blogger kommissartrash. Thank you very much for the idea sweetie! I really loved writing it. :)

Enjoy.


“Yeah? Well maybe you’re too perfect! You’re just a robot with great legs!” Beca yells in frustration to Kommissar. 

From across the room. 

A crowded room. 

And it’s a very, very delayed response. 

But what’s she supposed to do when Kommissar says things like, “No need for nerves tomorrow Bella’s. We will win, simple as snapping the fingers. We are perfect, resign yourselves to second place.“ 

That woman is every level of frustrating. 

So yeah, that was her response. 

A compliment that should have been an insult. 

"She’s like lodged in my head and covering it up with black leather.” Beca moans to her friends. 

“What if she really is a robot? Maybe she’s in your head from some kind of robot ray.” Fat Amy muses. 

Ignoring that, Chloe takes Beca’s hands in hers and pulls her to the practice stage. 

“Just shake it off. We got this. We’re a ca-awesome." 

Beca nods, hoping it’s true. 


It’s later that night, and Beca’s getting nervous. 

Not because of performing, Beca’s done that enough to know how to shake away the stage fright, but because of Das Sound Machine’s performance. 

They’re continually immaculate in every number they do, and Beca knows their Worlds song will be perfect times ten. 

It will be extremely tough competition.


She’s pacing back and forth in the hotel lobby, needing a break from being the Bella’s leader and just be Beca. 

A freaking out Beca. 

A flash of white in her peripheral vision distracts her from her chaotic thoughts. She’s confused, it’s Pieter and Kommissar, but they’re not dressed in black for once. Kommissar is in a white shirt and jeans. Still her classic bun. 

It’s a good look on her. 

Beca shoos away that thought and notices the big black bag slung over Pieter’s red sweatshirt-ed shoulder. 

Beca considers herself a pretty chill person for the most part, letting people’s personal lives stay that way, but curiosity burns in her mind as she watches them leave. 

She follows after them. 

It’s not creepy. 

Really it’s not.

She needs some air anyway. 

And if she just happens to be walking in the same direction as the DSM leaders, that’s just coincidence right? 

At least that’s what she tells herself when she ducks behind a car because they turned to look behind them.


Ok, so Pieter and Kommissar might be the leaders of some kind of mob too. 

Just maybe.

Or leaders of some alley gang. 

Beca’s kind of regretting following them as the road they walk down gets continually darker and dirtier. 

She’s actually wondering if she’s going to end up getting shivved or shanked or whatever when they finally stop at a dingy looking building. 

Beca hurries inside, chest heaving as she climbs stairs leading to a second floor cafe. She immediately sits at a table nearest to the door, hiding her face with a newspaper she can’t read. 

The people already in the cafe ignore her, she’s grateful for their indifference. 


It’s actually nice inside the cafe, with comfy pillows resting on chairs placed next to windows overlooking the city. The view is beautiful, a dark river flowing between houses, the setting sun softening the brightly colored buildings.

"Guten Abend, Klaus.” Kommissar’s voice says, pulling Beca from her surprised observations. 

“Good evening, Kommissar." 

The blonde is talking to the manager of the place, he smiles at her. He seems comfortable around the intimidating Germans, as though they’ve been here before. Pieter moves across the room to a spot overlooking the river. 

Kommissar orders two coffees and sits by the window next to Pieter. He opens the bag, inside it is a mahogany acoustic guitar. More people trickle into the cafe as he tunes it, until the room is filled with all sorts of people, all watching his movements expectantly. 

Kommissar smiles, really smiles, at the small crowd that waits patiently for Pieter to start playing. 

It’s breathtaking. 

A light rises in her blue eyes, turning them crystal, and a beautiful sort of joy radiates from her being. 

Then, just as quickly as it came, it disappears. 

Her face is stoic again, professional marble, and the room seems to dim. Pieter starts to softly strum chords on his guitar, catching the attention of every cafe patron. After the intro, he nods to Kommissar for her cue. 

Her mouth opens, and she starts to sing. 


"Edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me…" 

Her voice is softer and higher than her regular alto numbers with DSM. Her voice is clear, like a bell ringing through the peaks and valleys of Austria. 

It fills the room like a contented sigh. 

"Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me…" 

One by one, voices sing behind hers, her voice floating above the harmonies. 

"Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever…" 

The harmony is not perfect, it’s unpracticed, but the feeling behind it calls to the soul, entreating it to yearn for the things unspoken. 

The things treasured and never forgotten. 

The things both grand and small that burrow in the heart and turn it into a home.  

It’s such raw emotion, such power behind simple words, Beca’s eyes water. 

The voices ebb away towards the end, till only Kommissar’s melody can be heard. 

"Edelweiss, edelweiss, bless my homeland forever…" 

The last note holds, suspended in the heart of the room. 

It drifts and fades away. 

There’s a pause, a silence. 

The cafe still hung in that transcendent moment. 

The moment dissipates, as all things must, and applause replaces it. Whistles and choked laughs become the roar as people clap, some individuals wiping tears from their eyes.

Beca claps as well, whistling once as well, too moved to not join in with the crowd. 

Pieter starts another song, and she sings along with everyone else. Cool and chill exterior be damned, she’s solely in this point in time, all other thoughts and worries and futures mean nothing. 

Right now, there’s just more music, and Kommissar’s angelic voice singing to her soul.


"So, kleine maus, enjoy tonight?” Kommissar says, walking up from behind Beca, startling her. 

The little Bella doesn’t know how she had managed to do that, as she’d been staring at the duo the whole time and Kommissar hadn’t even looked at her once. Hadn’t even acknowledged her presence. 

She’d thought it was because she’d been stealthy enough to escape notice. 

“Don’t do that to a girl!” Beca screeches, her hand holding her suddenly pounding heart. Kommissar chuckles.

 "My apologies, tiny maus.“ 

"You- um- you did good. I mean, you did well tonight." 

Kommissar smiles slightly, but it’s nothing like earlier. Her eyes reveal little, and the height advantage she has on Beca makes any vulnerability she’d shown before completely vanish. 

"Thank you. Not bad for a robot, no?” She asks with wry amusement. 

“I’m sorry-" 

"No need for that. Germany takes great pride in its machinery." 

"You’re not a machine, and definitely not tonight. You were-are-you were radiant. Just absolutely radiant. I mean, I’ve always loved the song Edelweiss, but that was…” Beca stops rambling, searching for the least embarrassing word to say. She doesn’t find one. 

“Well, you know…" 

Kommissar saves her with a sincere nod of thanks. 

"So…what made you choose this place? I mean, it’s really out of the way.” Beca asks, trying to find a better topic that won’t turn her back into a flustered mess.

“Pieter and I found it a while ago. We were just trying to find a calm place to practice, but we favored this place most, and it became a habit. Many people in this area of the city do not have opportunities to see live performances, so when they asked to listen in, we did not refuse.”

“That’s nice of you.” Beca comments. Kommissar shrugs. 

“We did not do it to be nice, we did it because it wasn’t a bother and we get free coffee.” Beca frowns skeptically at that, but Kommissar’s face gives nothing away. 

“I don’t think I believe you.” Kommissar grins wolfishly, her hand reaching out to fix the random hair sticking out in front of Beca’s eyes. She pushes it behind her ear, it throws Beca off guard. 

She squeaks. 

“Rest up, kleine maus. You will need your energy for tomorrow. I’ll send Klaus to walk you back to the hotel." 

"What about you?” Beca asks, still dazed over the sensation of Kommissar’s velvet fingers across her forehead. A teasing smile flits across Kommissar’s face, she turns and walks back to Pieter. 

“Do not worry about me. After all, I’m a robot, with great legs." 

Beca stares at her retreating figure, the shape of her calves and…above her calves in those jeans is very distracting. 

Before she even thinks, she calls after her. 

"I still stand by that last part- Your legs really are great- I mean- this changes nothing! I’ll see you at Worlds!"