is this what it looks like when lux moves on with her life

City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

Originally posted by the-ghost-of-utopia

From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.

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That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

Originally posted by mametupa

With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

sad ksi/happy tobijizzle x reader imagine: you’re toxic

REQUESTED: “Hello! Can you maybe write an imagine where the guys think that JJ isn’t treating you well (and you know he isn’t) but you can’t leave because your blinded by love? Hope that’s not confusing, thank you so much :)”

SIDENOTE!!!!!: I pretty much turned this into a Tobi imagine so yeah, have fun Tobi stans

I sat on a chair by the makeshift bar, swirling my straw around my cup. It was New Years Eve, and the Sidemen were throwing a party. Tobi, my best friend since secondary school, had insisted I must come despite my reluctance. Although mainly, I was here to spend the night with my boyfriend, JJ. He, however, seemed to have other intentions.

As I watched him from afar I felt the familiar sensation of my heart aching, a feeling that was way too common these days. He danced with a girl who’s name I did not know, his body on hers, hands dangerously roaming over her dress. I bit my straw as I watched him bite his lip. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on his mind. It also didn’t take a genius to figure out that whatever that was, I wasn’t included. It occurred to me that, actually, JJ had no idea that I was even in the room. I hadn’t had a conversation with him since I arrived. I had spent hours waxing, moisturising, applying makeup and curling my hair, putting on my shortest, tightest dress just to attract his attention and yet it didn’t work. He wouldn’t have noticed me any less if I had just not turned up at all.

And it hurt because I loved him. I loved him so much and as much as I sometimes wanted to, I couldn’t change that, and I would never be able to leave. It had been two years with Jide and loving him lately was like being stranded at sea. It felt as if my lifeless, draining body was floating around aimlessly and he had the lifeboat - except he couldn’t see me. He had no idea of my suffering, and if he did, he probably still wouldn’t care. The amount of times I had spoke to him only confirmed this point. I would gather up all my courage and confront him, telling him I knew what was happening in our bed when I was gone, I knew what was going on when my back was turned. He would stroke my arm, look me in the eyes and tell me it wasn’t true. ‘Let me show you how much I love you,’ he would say. Then we would have sex, he would leave and do it all over again. 

My eyes searched the dance floor, and yet I couldn’t see him anymore. Him, and the unknown girl, were both nowhere to be seen. I stood up, hoping to get a better look over everyone’s heads in my heels. All I saw was people dancing. I downed the rest of my drink before heading to the dance floor, excusing myself through the crowds to find my boyfriend.

Then I saw it. Sarah, both Cals, all in a corner. Both Cals in a heated conversation. Sarah looked over at me and her face dropped. I knew what had happened before I even saw it.

“Y/N..”

My cup dropped to the floor, the small amount of liquid in it instantly spreading across the ground. My eyes were focused on Jide. He was headed up the stairs, one hand on his drink, the other in the hand of the girl from earlier. She trailed behind him like a poor, naive puppy, struggling to walk in her boots. I watched as they headed left. Left.

His bedroom.

It’s not like it was the first time it had happened. No, Jide had had so many girls in that bedroom other than I. However this was the first time I was physically seeing it. Never before had I seen Jide be unfaithful. And now that I had, I couldn’t deny to myself that it was happening anymore. 

I didn’t wait around. Tears filled my eyes as I turned on my heels, heading towards the door. I picked up the pace as I left, stopping at the road outside the house and sitting down. Instantly I broke down into floods of tears. 

Again. Again he had brought another girl back. Again another girl would be twisting in his sheets, his hands on her body, her lips on his. The thought made me gag. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” 

A hand touched my back and I felt two people sit down on the curb next to me, one on each side. I turned to Sarah and cried into her neck as Lux stroked up my back. I couldn’t help but feel that they were the worst two people to comfort me right now; they were the perfect image of everything I had ever wanted and everything I had once had with JJ. All I had ever wanted, since such a young age, was to be in love. I had always wanted marriage, children. I wanted that Disney Princess kind of love. I thought I had found that when I met Jide. And I had; I had experienced falling in love. However, perhaps I had never actually felt what it felt like to have someone fall in love with me. The thought made the tears escape faster.

“y/n please leave him man, he doesn’t deserve you at all.” Cal spoke into the darkness.

“I love him,” I wailed. “I love him so much.”

“I know you do Y/n but you deserve so much more than this.”

Sarah’s voice was soft and emotional, as if she too was hurting. I didn’t respond, only letting Cal rub my back some more. Suddenly he withdrawed his hand and I felt two people sit in front of me.

Someone grabbed my hand. The other hugged me, letting me cry into their shoulder instead. I recognised the cologne, and the feeling of a snapback against my neck. It was Tobi. My hand remained cold, but appreciative in the persons whom sat next to him. Once he pulled away I realised it was Freezy.

“oh y/n..” the tone of my best friend’s voice was enough to make my heart hurt as everything became more real. he proceeded to sit cross legged in front of me, looking me in the eye as Freezy rubbed my hand in his.

“y/n, i have known you for so long..for the most part of my life,” he stated, his eyes directly on mine. “and this isn’t you. you’re not you anymore.”

“the y/n i knew, the y/n i grew up with, she fantasized about love non stop. she lived in a disney movie. i remember sitting in your living room, eating your mum’s lasagna and you telling me that one day when you were all grown up you were gonna live in a big princess tower with a prince and that i could come and stay whenever i wanted. you had your heart set on that princess life.”

i looked down, welling up again. Tobi continued.

“i know that you love him, y/n, i know you do. i see it. but you have to realise, this love is destroying you. it’s not requited anymore.” there were more footsteps from behind me. “and it might have been at the start, and it was all bless for a while but it’s not now. tell me when was the last time he took you out? when was the last time he even told you he loved you?”

“I don’t remember.” I cried. Freezy tightened his grip of my hand. “But I can’t leave him, Tobi. What if I never find anyone new?”

“There is no doubt in my mind you’ll achieve that disney princess life one day Y/N believe me. And if you don’t by fourty, then I’ll marry you. I’ll walk you down the aisle myself, and then I’ll buy us a big princess tower and I’ll live there with you for the rest of our damn lives. You’re gonna be loved, Y/n. You’re already loved.”

I heard Sarah sob softly from beside me. “He’s so right Y/n. You deserve all the love in the world.”

I looked up from my fingers, my eyes stinging. All eyes were on me.

“You’re right.” I whispered, softly, my voice flying into the darkness. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Tobi hugged me again, tighter this time.

“I’m so glad to hear you say it Y/n you have no idea. You’re gonna get through this, you’re gonna move on.” His voice lowers slightly.

“You’ll find someone new, Y/n. You won’t end up having to marry little old me.”

I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Tobi, marrying you would be a blessing.”

extasiswings  asked:

In preparation for you getting your computer back, I do hereby request Deckerstar + Lucifer's gorgeous wings (smut appreciated but not required)

“Lucifer, we need to talk.”

Chloe’s head is down as the elevator door opens, as she’s bracing herself for something that she expects to be deeply unpleasant, and would have put off longer if she could, but since Maze all but physically dragged her over here and is stationed in Lux downstairs until she does it, she is going to have to bite the bullet. And frankly, she’s out of patience. It’s been another six weeks of him dropping completely off the grid, and this was after the voicemail promising to come over, to open up, to tell her everything. She knows Lucifer has had to deal with whatever happened to his stepmom, and she’s tried to be understanding of the fact that it’s just in his nature to flake out at the drop of a hat, but she’s tired. She cares for this man more than she probably should, more than she can control, more than she wants, more than is safe, and yet every time she tries to take a step toward him, or vice versa, she runs into a slammed door. They do have to talk. But whether it’s sorting things out to move forward, or calling it quits for good, Chloe isn’t sure.

As she steps into the dim penthouse, she supposes she should be relieved that it isn’t cleaned out and sheeted over, like it was the last time she came looking for him. And likewise, he even appears to be home. There’s a dark silhouette alone outside, and for a bedazzled, shocking instant, Chloe sees something that makes no sense. An unearthly, violent white glow, a pair of huge wings stretched to either side, feathers quivering in the smoggy Los Angeles night, something beautiful and divine that has no place on the grubby earth – and then, even as she’s sucking in a shocked gasp, she blinks again and it’s gone. It’s just Lucifer, standing shirtless on his balcony, cigarette propped between his fingers as he blows a halo of smoke. As he whirls to face her, looking like a deer in the headlights. “Detective?! Who – I didn’t know you were – ”

“Yeah. It’s me.” Chloe crosses her arms tightly over her middle, in self-defense. Taking note of his half-clad state and otherwise generally less-than-reputable appearance, she nods as matter-of-factly as she can. “Right. You have someone over. One of the Britneys. I can come back.”

“What? No. I haven’t seen the Britneys in – I don’t know. Weeks.”

“You haven’t seen anyone in weeks, Lucifer!” Well, her “calm-and-in-control-cop” demeanor lasted all of five seconds. Not a great start. “Six weeks this time. After two the last time. Do you know that? Can you count?”

His jaw tightens. “I can, yes. Detective, I – I want to explain, I – ”

“Bring back a stripper this time too?” Chloe knows she’s being more caustic than she means, but she’s so tired, and she’s so frustrated, and she’s so sick of worrying herself to distraction about this man who never remotely seems, no matter how hard anyone bashes, to understand the effect he has on everyone else. Besides the little hypnosis trick and the sexual magnetism and the childish behavior and the dark puppy eyes and the way she half wishes she could just let him go and be happy and return to her ordinary life where Lucifer Morningstar did not consume so much of it. “Another Vegas getaway? I know what happened with your stepmom, I know Linda’s been hurt, but if you need people to talk to, Lucifer – you promised. You promised to talk to me. And then you left again, and I…” To her horror, her voice wobbles. “I’ve always trusted you. I never knew why, but I did. But this… Lucifer, it needs to end.”

Lucifer opens his mouth, and shuts it, at the loss that he normally is when confronted with anything emotionally deeper than a birdbath. Finally he says, “I didn’t leave by choice this time, Detective. You have to believe that.”

“Do I?” Chloe takes another step, arms falling to her sides, voice ragged. “Do I have to believe anything about you, Lucifer? Because I’m not sure anymore.”

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furealdo64  asked:

How would the RFA react to MC being the biggest memer on the block. Like, They got the finest memes in their crib (idk why im asking this please spare me)

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Zen

• everyone has their hobbies, he is very surprised about their interest in memes. Of all things memes?

• he had enough of Seven’s meme adventures and now he is living with a person with the finest memes there is

• silently says yikes and then moves on. It’s just memes, it’s not like they are a cat collector- so he is alrighty with it

• soon he is smitten with memes as well and unconsciously throws out memes to his co-actors and everyone is like ??????????? what’re u talking about

Yoosung

• he isn’t a huge memes but he knows enough about them, he was/is after all in college. Can’t avoid memes

• he is very amazed by their fresh fine memes and is all like “YO SEVEN LOOK AT THIS” seven got nothing on them, seven lost to their fresh avocado memes

• he browses their meme folder on their computer with them and just.. wow such memes. such fine

• he suggests that they make a meme calendar for seven’s birthday 

Jaehee

• she does Tina’s “everything is okay face” from bob’s burger 

• whenever her lover goes about and 420 blazes it she just sighs and looks away but they can see that little smile. WE CAN SEE IT

• she prays that Seven won’t knock on their door one day with new fresh memes and woo them away with the promise of a wonderland of memes 

• she grows used to their meme love and is okay with living with a meme lover, love is strong after all

Jumin

what are…. me-me’s? mem- meemes?

• very confused but he do recalls Seven mentioning these called… me-mes in the chat ones or twice 

• is pretty indifferent after learning about their meme hobbies but find the cat memes kinda funny

• they seem to enjoy the memes so as long as they are happy he is alright with it

Seven

• When he found out he was so floored because what their memes are better than his memes?! now they are partners in crime, pen-apple-apple pen. 

• if you think they won’t have nicolas cage meme’s posters in their house you think wrong

• they put a huge poster of him in the toilet and Yoosung got the scare of his life

• they throw memes at each other all the time and on days off create more memes. 

Battle Scars

A/N: FINALLY FEELING BETTER!! YAY! I STARTED THIS BEFORE I LEFT FOR AMERICA AND WROTE LIKE THE LAST HALF TODAY WHEN I FINALLY FELT BETTER! Anyways thank you for your patience and her is Yet another request from a Anon. I do hope I make you proud. :)

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Summary: After being injured on a case, Y/N decides to patch up Lucifer. However she fids more scars than she was in for.

Warnings: Nope

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Originally posted by thechloris

Ever since you had met Lucifer at your sister, Dr. Linda Martins office, he had immediatly struck you as the reckless type. With beautiful eyes and a troublemaker smile you could tell that he was definitly the type liked to live dangerously. 

Maybe thats why you were so drawn to him

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I Want to Hold Your Hand

PART TWO!
(part one) (part three) (ao3)


There is easily nothing worse than taking off in an airplane. You’re strapped into a tin can as it jettisons into the sky and why the fuck does anyone do this? Neil’s hand was floating above his own, dancing slightly, as if he were hesitating.

“Who are you Eric Whitacre? Just do it. Your virtual choir isn’t here and I’m not going to sing Lux Aurumque. Just—yes, do it,” Andrew says. Neil’s hand settles on his own and he pinches the skin between Andrew’s thumb and forefinger. A headache, that he didn’t even realize was creeping in, started to fade away.

“Did you know that my name was once Eric?” Neil asked. “No, yeah for real my name was Eric. It was when we first left, my first name, too, actually. We were just outside of Cincinnati, Ohio. We had stopped for the night, and it was by this university—god, I can’t remember the name of it now, but it had these unreal vocal majors that would go out and just…practice. Wherever they could they would just meet up and sing together. It was wicked cool.”

Neil reached across Andrew so his left hand was lined up with Andrew’s left hand. He looked at Andrew, and slowly started conducting a song that only he could hear.

“And anyway, Mom and I would let me sit in the back of some local fast food chain while they practiced. The person conducting, the way they controlled the speed and feel of the music, always mesmerized me. I’ll never forget when one of the girl’s came over and taught me the song they were learning. Mom was pissed; she was always worried, you know? Anyway, it was one of my favorite memories,” Neil said with a smile.

Andrew kept his hand limp, allowing Neil to direct him. Andrew knew how to conduct music. He was thinking about Cass’ husband, the overworked music professor from a small liberal arts university. Neil was humming Lux Aurumque under his breath, and Andrew was fighting a war to not see Cass humming the songs under her breath, in the exact same way, while her husband practiced after dinner. She would wash the dishes and pause to let a tiny Andrew stand on her toes and “twirl” her about the room.

“Her favorite was Frank Ticheli,” Andrew spoke after a moment. Neil look confused so Andrew continued, “Cass. They were a musically inclined family. All of them were first chair in All-State bands, the top bands too. Anyway, we would listen to Shenandoah—that was by him—the Ticheli guy, and when it finished she would always be crying. I would wipe her tears and ask why she was crying, and she told me that sometimes in the world there were things that hurt you, in the very best way. She said that it was the things that hurt you in a good way; it was those things that you owed it to yourself to keep. Keep playing them, keep listening, keep reading, and keep writing. She said to find things that took your breath away…” Andrew trailed off. Before Neil’s hand could slip away, he grabbed it.

“The first time I saw you, you immediately took my breath away,” Neil said after only a moment of hesitation. Emboldened by Andrew grabbing his hand. “Okay to be fair, you immediately took my breath away, I didn’t even have to look at you. Considering you whacked the shit out of me with my own exy racquet.”

Andrew huffed out a breath, but otherwise stayed silent. Neil turned in the little seat to face Andrew. “I can’t give you back those moments. You wouldn’t want me to, I know. But I just need for you to know that I’m not leaving and you seem convinced to stop anyone from taking me. After all this time, I trust you to keep your word. There are no words that I could ever give you that would abate any and all the fears you have, but I just have to let you know that I’m going to try to prove it to you.” It was right after Neil said this that they hit a pocket of turbulence. It was Andrew’s immediate thought that they were dying that convinced him to reply more openly than he would have otherwise.

“My favorite was Ludovico Einaudi,” Andrew said. Neil listened intently, he always did that, he was never disappointed when Andrew didn’t comment on his promises or make more promises to Neil. Neil knew that Andrew said everything that he did for a reason, and he just listened. What the actual shit? “I remember when I first played Oltremare for Cass. It wasn’t great or anything. It was on some shitty secondhand keyboard that you get for like really little kids. But I played Oltremare for her and when I was done she said that I loved things that gave me hope. I’m bad at this shit.” Andrew squeezed Neil’s hand and Neil squeezed back, hard enough to leave indentions in both of their palms. Andrew flipped their hands so Neil’s was underneath his between their seats. When he let go, a little glimmer caught Neil’s eye. It was a thick-banded ring.

Neil looked at Andrew. Andrew looked back steadily. He didn’t know what Neil was searching for or why he didn’t talk or move. Andrew was frozen. Neil having found whatever he was looking for grinned tightly at Andrew.

“I’ve never heard Oltremare, we should play for the in-flight Wi-Fi so we can look it up. Also,” Neil slipped the ring on his left hand, “Does this mean you want to go steady with me?” What a smarmy little shit.

“No.”

“Oh, well, look you can see your reflection in it.”

“It means I want to marry you, dickhead.”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask nicely? You know I won’t be a kept man.” Neil sounded exactly like a breathy, southern debutante and Andrew wanted to strangle the life out of him.

“Yes or no?”

Neil took a deep breath and Andrew’s fingers twitched.

“Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I guess you can take me to the sock hop.” Neil was admiring the way the light reflected off the ring.

“Only if you wear a leather jacket, I’m really into Greasers,” Andrew intoned, dully, as the Fasten Seatbelt light lit up.

“You know, Nicky’s going to shit himself,” Neil said.

“That’s the goal,” Andrew replied, gripping Neil’s hand for the decent.

“As long as we’re being super honest, I’m kind of pissed that you stole my thunder,” Neil said.

“What?” Andrew glanced up from the vomit bags he had been considering a moment earlier, to look at Neil. “Are you pregnant?”

Neil barked a laugh. “No, you dick.” And he pulled out a slate grey ring, in a slightly wider size to fit Andrew’s blunt, boxy fingers.

Andrew’s answering smirk was absolutely sinful. “Nicky is going to have a heart attack.”

“That was the plan,” Neil said, laughing.

Midnight Luxe (Part 2)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

(Part 1) (Part 3)  (Part 4)  (Part 5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: University AU/ Angst / Smut

Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook. The alluring and beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show, the man who turned your life upside down. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga paradise kiss :)


Driving with Jungkook in his expensive open top car was perhaps the most liberating experience of your life. Your palms sweated against the black leather clad seats as your hair blew wildly in the wind.

Streetlights morphed into a blur as Jungkook sped down the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly within his large hands and his eyes flitted over to you every so often, you felt so completely exposed being trapped in the gaze of his  beautiful knowing eyes. He didn’t smile at you, nor did he frown, instead he wore a facial expression that could almost be described as sultry, everything about him oozed sensuality, even when he wasn’t trying.

Already you were completely entranced.

The way Jungkook drove was wild. He was going so alarmingly fast and it set your heart hammering even harder than before. You had to stop yourself letting out a cry of panic as he flew over a speed bump, your body jolting upwards violently as he did so. It continued on like this, him rushing past red lights, going over the speed limit and you were pretty sure he almost killed about three pedestrians.

“I got my license three days ago” Jungkook announced with a smirk.

“Really? I never would have been able to tell” you replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

Even talking to him without your voice wavering proved to be difficult. He let out a small chuckle at your words, the melodic noise echoed through your mind even after he’d stopped.

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Speaking Moffat - Darkness, Light, And A Blind Doctor

(Or: Holy crap, I finally got that)

The Doctor’s current blindness is part of a long-running light-and-dark theme in Doctor Who. Many Whovians, including myself, have analysed it to great lengths, but I have never quite gotten it in terms of metaphoric meaning. Until now. And holy crap - the implications.

So here is how it goes: Darkness and shadows stand for virtual reality. And being blind, then, is a metaphor for being inside the Matrix. 

Remember the name of the Veritas-test in Extremis?

A test of shadows. The test whether you are being kept in the dark or not.

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“Love…For Better Or Worse” …Pt. 4

I’m in the studio spending some time with the family. I didn’t plan on coming down here today, since we just got in from Bridgeport late last night, but my little “brothers” begged me and I couldn’t say no. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with them and I’m starting to feel like I need to be in their lives more. Shit, they look up to me. With them being teenagers and my uncle not being the easiest person to talk to, they definitely need someone else they can get advice from. We’ve been here all day, goofin around, grilling them about shit they have no business doing, and showing them the basics of how to make beats. Mitchell, as expected, was more interested in learning. He’s always had a good head on his shoulders and stays out of trouble. We didn’t find out about him until he was around nine and since he lives with his mother and step-father, he’s not tainted by this rich ass lifestyle. Micah, on the other hand, is spoiled as hell, worse than I was. His grades are good, but he has that “zero fucks given” type of attitude. I feel like he needs the most attention, so I’m definitely going to be around more. Since he decided that texting his little girlfriend was more important than learning the business, I decided to fuck with him in true older brother fashion. Just as I was going through his phone, teasing him about the emojis they send each other, the last person on earth I wanted to be around came storming through the door with security following behind. With the drama that Levi caused, quickly shut down, I figured that anybody who wanted to benefit off that shit would eventually come out the wood works. It’s no shocker that my Ex is standing in front of me. She’s always tried to slide her way back into my life when it seems like my relationship is having issues, so I know exactly why the fuck she’s here.

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Head over heals

A/N: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE! Requested by an amzing anon! I enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much! I did take some inspriation from the song Satisfied from the broadway musical Hamilton.

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Bit of Language

Summary: Love is hard, especially when you are in love with the same person your best friend is currently fawning over.

Originally posted by black-little-demons

“Y/N we are going to be late!” your best friend, Sarah, yelled at you. You sighed to yourself and threw your hair up in a simple pony tail. You personally didn’t like going out to night clubs at all but it was Srahs birthday so you kind of had to do it just this once.

“Coming,” you shouted as you grabbed your small hand bag and cell phone. Your heels made a loud clicking noise as you walked down the stairs. You pulled at the terribly short and tight dress that Sarah made you wear aggainst your will.

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Lucifer Morningstar’s first intention after escaping Hell and coming to Earth was to open a pub, a night club.
A place of perdition, of temptations, full of fun and sinners.
He wanted to satisfied people through their desires, and sometimes, his too.
But intentions don’t always go as you planned and the Devil has always been intrigued by humans and their mind.
That’s why, ultimately, Lucifer was looking with extreme pleasure at the sign of his new property.
Something totally different from his idea, something really ordinary but that can offer good opportunity of leisure and desire.
Lucifer Morningstar was looking at his “Lux Cafe”.
The beginning of his new life on Earth.
After all, he was the light bringer and there isn’t a better way to light someone’s day that with a tasty cup of coffee

What Chloe Decker hated the most when she had a case in one of the central zones of the city, was finding a park for her car.
She usually left hours before so she could have plenty of time to find a little space.
But sometimes the goddess of luck was by her side and like today she arrived early. So early.
She turned on the radio and started to change stations in looking of a good song.
She yawned. She forgot to take her coffee.
Turning off the radio and grabbing her purse, Chloe decided what she would have done in this arc of free time.
She closed the car and started to walk, someone told her that there was a good coffee shop near that street. It wasn’t new, actually she remembered that a colleague invited her to the inauguration like four or five years ago but she declined because Trixie was ill.
Anyway she never went there.
According to the maps on her phone she was almost there. She turned the corner and she saw the sign.
Well, Lux Coffee. She thought. Let’s hope you can brighten up my day.

Lucifer Morningstar loved to walk into the spaces of his bar to make the permanence of his customers more enjoyable.
He talked, he smiled, he played.
But sometimes he liked to stay behind to do stuff. From pouring a drink, to take off the oven the baked delights they offered to people.
This was one of those moments.
He was cutting a slice of dark chocolate while drinking a glass of whiskey.
Perfect pair to kill your stomach at such an early hour in the morning, but he didn’t care.
He could handle that. Lucifer was the Devil, he was immortal.
The bell placed on the main door rang and someone entered. One of his bartender greeted the customer who replied with a soft voice.
Lucifer’s instinct was to turn his head even if from his spot he couldn’t see.
Distracted from the voice he moved the knife that scratched his finger.
Lucifer felt something strange, something weird, something he had felt just a few times in his long existence. He felt pain.
He looked down and he noticed blood on his finger.
It wasn’t supposed to be there, he wasn’t supposed to be able to bleed.
“What’s your name?” His bartender asked.
“Chloe.” The soft voice replied.
“Please Chloe, have a sit. We’ll serve you in a few minutes.”
Lucifer Morningstar started to bleed as Chloe Decker made her entrance in his life.

Page ONE of the “We are real • A Deckerstar Partner Exchange”. For @dekerstar and @goodmorninglucifer || Page TWO will come soon

fic: a vision for the future (1/2)

Rhys had discovered the Luxe Starlines Cruise Gala Mixer, an absurd soiree which existed, as far as Sasha could tell, for the obscenely wealthy to congratulate each other on their innate superiority to every other living thing.

Rhys/Sasha, post-ep5 established relationship, ~5k this chapter. Bit of humour, bit of fluff, bit of angst.

Shoutout to @valoscope and @nosleepforthewatcher for answering my canon worldbuilding questions even though I pretty much went rogue anyway.

Also on AO3

Update: Part 2 on AO3 | Part 2 on Tumblr


“You want me to be your trophy wife.”

“No!” Rhys looked scandalized at the notion. “No, no, no, gross, of course not.” He beamed at her.  “I want you to be my employee.”

Sasha raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, okay,” he amended, “not, like, an actual employee, I’m not actually paying you, but…”

Sasha tilted her head.

“I… mean—I—uh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, that… doesn’t sound much better, does it?” He waved his hands. “Anyway, the point is, I need your brain, not your pretty face.” He paused, his expression suddenly cocky in the way it often was before he said something that would make someone want to hurt him. “Although the pretty face is a bonus—ow!”

Sasha showed her appreciation by whacking his stomach and rolling her eyes.

“Can’t you take Vaughn and his pretty face? He’s used to all this corporate… stuff…” She gestured to the air around them.

“Vaughn worked in accounting,” said Rhys, like it explained everything. “This is way more your speed.”

“Hobnobbing with a bunch of jerks?”

“Talking rich people out of their money,” he corrected with a grin.

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Every time you saw Lucifer at a crime scene with your partner Chloe it felt like a bolt of lightning hit your chest. Thoughts and flustered emotions ran through your body, making you stumble around like a drunkard. You were a good detective, but he made you feel like a fool. Then again, Lucifer wasn’t any different. The second your eyes met there was this familiarity. Like you’ve seen him before, like you were meant for him.

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Overdue (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch. 3

Here it is, the final chapter of Overdue! I will honestly say, I am so grateful to everyone who liked this story (which was surprisingly a lot) and that I’m glad you all took the time to read this. ^_^  Also be sure to check out @artistic-fangirl-shenanigans artwork for the Librarian Ardyn this story is based on.

Now then, here we go!


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::A request… A REQUEST!!! I’m so happy I could cry! Thank you, Anon! I have to say, I think the ending’s a little cheesy, but I hope you still like it. Enjoy!::

                                                                                                             -Nobody


             “Lu-if-r.” He could hear it, could hear you; The muse of your harp strung tone. But he was paying more attention to your lips as you spoke. Those cupid bow lines, covered in a lustful red; He could almost, No, No he couldn’t. His face only took a moment to realize a strange pain in his chest, but he had no Idea what that feeling was, or he wasn’t given enough time to think. The stretch of line curled back after only a few seconds of confusion. You’d raised your hand to lightly grip Lucifer’s arm, causing his heart to flutter, and allowing himself to return into a mindless daze. He was drowning in the sent of your, and now his, favorite perfume. You could only take so much staring from one man, so you tried your next solution. He was being sucked into the vortex of you (E/C) eyes until, you slapped him. 

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Auxilium Part 2

A/N: so here is the much delayed part 2 [Part 1 here if you haven’t seen it or want a refresher!]  I have the plot figured and once school is out for the week I’m planning on planning out each segment so I’ll know much better what’s coming and maybe have an estimate on how many parts this will have!  Anyway, hope you all enjoy!  Also special thanks to @rhysndtrash for all your help and for listening to me babble ideas xxx

Original prompt: “I may or may not have robbed a bank just now and please help me get away i’ll repay you in sexual favours and also cash” au for Feysand!


Feyre managed to get through the rest of the workweek and the first few days of the next with minimal hassle, avoiding Tamlin rather seamlessly so as to avoid suspicion and maintain her own sanity.  So aside from Jones in customer service recommending a doctor that specialized in digestive health, Feyre’s antics remained undetected and her life relatively stable for post break up with a controlling ass who worked for the same business mogul turned crime lord.

Torn from her musings by the steady buzz of her clunky desk phone, Feyre picked it up on the third ring to be greeted by the always strained voice of Hybern’s secretary, Jane, “Ms. Archeron?” she began, barely pausing for Feyre’s confirmation before blurting, “Mr. Hybern asked to see you right away.  He said it was quite urgent.”

After assuring the nerve-wracked young woman she’d be right over, Feyre let the phone drop down into the cradle with a clunk, taking a steadying breath and willing her heart rate to a normal tempo.  

Not giving herself the opportunity to think through just how pear shaped things could be about to go, Feyre smoothed her rough tweed skirt and slipped out of her office, heels clacking against the polished marble as she crossed the main lobby of the bank toward Hybern’s office.

You covered your tracks, no one knows you even suspect what’s going on – the strangest thing you’ve done is break up with your boyfriend…

Feyre squared her shoulders as she reached the reception area, Jane waving her toward the imposing dark wood door, cracked just enough that Feyre could see she wasn’t the only visitor.

After a quick knock to announce herself, Feyre pushed inside, eyes flitting around the room, taking in the polished black and silver surfaces, and the forms of the two men apparently sharing a relaxed conversation as they waited for her arrival. Noting her entrance, Hybern spoke in that just too genial voice, chin perched on steepled fingers, “Ah yes, Ms. Archeron, I was hoping you’d work some of your magic with Mr.-”

“Rhysand will do,” the not so unknown stranger purred, turning to give her a sly smirk.  Definitely wasn’t a normal heist.

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Masquerade 

Ao3 link

Synopsis: After their kiss in 2x11 Lucifer is terrified about his relationship with the woman sleeping next to him.

Rating: T

Notes: Thank you to my darling beta because, well you knowww <3



The drive back to Lux was silent. But the silence was a comfortable sort of silence. A soft one that coated Lucifer’s senses with the peaceful hopefulness that often clung like dew to early mornings. His lips mulled over the pressure long gone from the Detective’s kiss. His skin still felt the heat of her fingertips from when she had pulled him in closer. The taste of her lingered on his tongue and the briny breeze still tangled in his hair.

But it was her soft breathing that Lucifer lay listening to hours later.

The ends of her hair tickled his chest but he dare not move. He wanted to savor this moment, pack it away in his heart, just in case he never felt it again. Just in case Chloe changed her mind and decided she didn’t want this. Whatever this was now that she kissed him.

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