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9 crimes

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10. 

or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings. 

Word count: 1,668

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None (yet).

Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys!  ♡

Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors. 

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First.

You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.

Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.

You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’  

Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.

And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.  

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.

“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”

“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”

She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”

“Peggy?”

“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”

You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.  

“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.  

“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.

“Why not just a queen?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”  

She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.

“Yes, it sounds prettier”

Second.

When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.

You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.

“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.

“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.

“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”

Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.

“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”

“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”

Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”

“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.

“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”

“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.

“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”

“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”

The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”

“Why not?”

“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.

“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”  

“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a

love amulet

” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.

“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.

“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”  

Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly.  Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.

Third.

You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.

Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.

“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.

“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.

Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.

“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

“Dix,” you said.

Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.

You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”

Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.  

You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.

You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.

“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.

“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.

She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.

When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.

I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.

She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”

Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.

The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.

Lucifer x Reader: Homicidal Tendencies

Lucifer’s eyes drifted from his book to the front door of your apartment as it unlocked. You stepped through, two duffle bags on your shoulder, and a limp in your step. You immediately let out an exhausted sigh when you saw the familiar face sat comfortably on your couch. You weren’t ready to deal with him.

“Well, look at you. Survived yet another battle, have you? I’m so proud,” Lucifer smirked.

“Good to know that the Devil is proud of me, but I’m not in the mood, Beelzebub,” you say.

“I do have a name, you know.”

“Don’t really care.” You seat yourself next to him and roll your sweatpants up. You always wear comfortable clothes during a hunt, it makes your job easier with easier access to wounds. Plus, it’s comfortable.

Lucifer sets his book down, “You never really care, do you?” He watched as you opened one of the duffle bags that held some medical supplies.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Well,” he started. “You don’t show much emotion. When you do, it’s when someone mentions friends or family. Then, you’re usually angry and protective.”

“Don’t bring my family into this, nor my friends,” you say firmly, pouring peroxide on your leg wound. You cringe slightly as it bubbles.

“Oh, there’s one I haven’t seen yet. Pain. I like that one,” Lucifer’s lip twitched up slightly.

You hummed, “That’s what you think.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve got quite the eye. So, tell me, what do you think from it.”

He turned to face you, his legs crossed, fingers folded together under his chin while he grins. “I’m thinking…reduced affect display.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you’re wrong. In honesty, I’m not sure what it is. All that I know is that it’s just as bad as the monsters I hunt.”

Lucifer’s smile immediately evanesced, “Don’t you say that. You’re nothing like that.”

“I know what I am, Lucifer. I’ve accepted it a long time ago. It’s the reason he Winchesters don’t trust me, and it’s the reason my family is dead.”

A loud bang brought your attention to Lucifer. His clenched fist sat stiff on the table, the source of the noise. He was slouched, taking slow, deep breaths. His ice-like blue eyes looked directly into yours.

“You’re nothing like those monsters. I’ve spent enough time with you here to know that you’re nothing like that, and don’t you dare try to tell me otherwise.”

“You’ve spent time with me here, but you’ve never been at my business end. You haven’t seen what I am, what I become.”

His jaw clenched, but he doesn’t say anything. He just watches you. You se his eyes move around ever so slightly. You never realized how beautiful his eyes were.

“Your eyes are pretty,” you tell him.

“Way to change the topic.”

“I’m not trying to. I just like your eyes.”

Lucifer smiles again, “Thank you.”

“The Devil just thanked me, should I be proud or scared?”

He just laughs. You eventually do change the topic. You don’t like talking about yourself, with was good news for Lucifer, who loved talking about himself. Maybe you’ll tell him more about yourself another time, but for now you’ll keep it hidden. You do have a feeling that Lucifer will be the only one to accept you, and possibly help you with your… addiction.

Snapped (Part 3)

Title: Snapped

 Prompt: @fayemenelmir PART 3 OF SNAPPED: What if she get taken by demons and Crowley after leaving but she is so furious that she is driving him crazy and when Luci is the first one who finds her and Crowley he gives her back and says something like “I’ll try again when she’s in a better mood”?  

 Summary: Lucifer is mad at Chuck, Chuck is staying silent, Dean is shouting insults, and Lucifer is slinging them back.  It is enough to make anyone crack.  And when you do, it takes everyone by surprise.  

 Warnings: Kidnapping. Language. Harm to a demon.                                   Tags:  @grace-for-sale , @lucifer-in-leather , @thewicked-end , @chelsea072498 , @nerdwholikesword , @chaos-and-the-calm67 , @percywinchester27 , @pizzarollpatrol , @cici0507 , @wayward-mirage , @charliebradbury1104 , @melonberri , @bellastellaluna , @pinolief2001 , @feelmyroarrrr , @carry-on-my-wayward-girl , @girl-next-door-writes , @twoboys-and-afallenangel , @fangirl-faye , @the-assbutt-impala , @impalapossible , @pumacat69 , @thecrossroad-demon , @kristaparadowski , @jussb , @isis278 , @babydanixox @jared-padaloveme  @a-broke-in-heart @plainoldblogs @slowlywithfreedom @plaidstiel-wormstache @savvythedork

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 “You’re shitting me, right?!” You screamed as the demons pushed you down to your knees and you looked up to see the smug expression of the demon you considered…well, you had considered…a friend.  “What the actual fuck, Crowley?!”  

“Hello, darling. I hope the boys weren’t too rough with you.”  He didn’t miss a beat as he spoke and then followed it up with a little sip of his drink, looking down on you with an amused expression.

You glared at him as you reached down to your boot and pulled out the concealed blade you had hidden in there.  “I don’t know what you want, but you could have called like a civilized person!”  You screamed at him as you brought your blade up and cut the hand of the demon who still had your shoulder.  

The demon screeched as his skin bubbled and sizzled.  Thanks to your little ‘invention’ the blade forged in holy water.  “Back off, black eyes.  Before I gank your ass.”

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Hot, Blurry Night (Lucifer Morningstar Imagine)

~Imagine you have one too many drinks at the Lux one night and wake up in a unknown bed the next morning. (Sorry if it’s too close to what happened in the show)~

You giggled once more and the man before you smirked, proud he had created this reaction in you once again. Thanks to Maze serving you free drinks all night, you had one too many. You were pretty sure he was making a move on you but you were far too intoxicated by now to do anything to stop it.

The man closed in on you, no idea of what personal space was. The wall against your back and the unknown man against your front kept you from moving away as he leaned closer, hoping to steal a kiss. 

“Darling, here you are” A voice came from you right side. Dark eyes and hair came together until you finally made out Lucifer’s face. He pulled one of the chairs that kept you from leaving and, placing a hand on the small of your back, pulled you closer to him. “And who are you?” He asked the man who was staring at his wide-eyed.

You were too drunk, which made everything a blur. That is why you had no idea why the man scurried off looking scared out of his mind the second later.

“Luciiiii, let’s dooo shots!” You giggled at the tall man, who chuckled and took the drink from your hand. After he settled both drinks on the bar. 

“I think you had enough to drink, let’s go” You blacked out soon after.


Your head was pounding and you didn’t remember much from the previous day. Flashbacks came to you as you remembered arriving at Lux, drinking too much and having some guy trying to flirt. At the last recollection, you panicked.

That’s when you realized you had no idea where you were. You barely scanned the room before you lifted the dark silk sheets. You were naked in an unknown room with a killer hangover. Oh great. 

“Oh god” You grabbed your face with your hands and sighed. 

“I know you probably have an hangover, but do you mind not talking about my father when in my bed?”  You shot up, sitting up on the bed. Your fast movement making the silk sheet fall from the top of your body. Lucifer smirked and raised both his eyebrows and you pulled the sheet back over your chest, blushing.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen them before. But I must say, bravo!” 

“Did we… you know?” He was sitting on a chair further in the room. At your words, he got up, revealing more of his robe (and you doubted he was wearing anything more), and got onto the bed on his knees. He started to move in your direction, making you move backwards. “Did we ever? You got moves to make the devil blush. So insistent” Then he finally placed his hands on the  bed, on my sides, hovering above you and blocking any moves to the side. You crushed your body even more against the mattress. 
“Lucifer…” You spoke softly as he moved even more towards you, almost as if he was going to kiss you.

“I’m just kidding love, we didn’t” He smirked as he pushed back and I slapped his chest.

“Ouch that hurt” He touched his now bare chest, considering his movements almost untied his robes. “Do it again” 

“Get off” You pushed him away and looked around the room for your clothes. 

“Why am I naked?” You shot him a glare. 
“Hey, it’s not my fault. I didn’t undress you. You did that to yourself when you were begging me to have sex with you” 

“You have got to be kidding me” 

alangel1895  asked:

The thing about your writing that I'll always remember is the plot twist in Undisclosed Desires when we find out the reader is Lucifers daughter. I don't know why, it's just... I didn't see it coming (and that's rare for me when reading) and it just made so much sense! Well done for that, really, my mind was blown for a second.

I’m so glad you liked it! It was honestly one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written. I felt pretty proud of that one. 😊

anonymous asked:

Did Cas sound like Lucifer to you when he mocked Crowley? I wonder if Misha did it intentionally or if it kinda just happened. Maybe Cas is getting better at conveying his sarcasm..

Ooh, I noticed that too! It’s possible that Cas’s people skills have been polished up a bit, and I think he’s definitely making strides. He did pretty good interviewing that one dude all by himself. I’m so proud of him! 

But also, Cas is dealing with Crowley. And he knows how Lucifer dealt with Crowley last season… and how Crowley might react to that particular tone coming from Cas.

Cas is proving that this is NOT the same “working relationship” they had in the past (specifically s6). Crowley had gone over their recent history of successfully working together while Cas was visually dodging him back and forth through the truck’s windows. Crowley was doing his best to convince Cas they shared a common goal… much like he did in s6. But this time, things are decidedly not the same. Cas is trying to make sure of that.

So yeah, I’m going with “it was intentional” for multiple reasons. :)

10x02 "Reichenbach"

“It’s about the mark. It changed you. I know that you want to keep the party going. Want to have fun, fun, fun ‘til daddy takes the black eyes away. The fact is… You need to kill now. Not want to. Not choose to. Need to.”

A couple of quick notes about this moment that provides enough material for a dissertation, I’m sure most has probably already been said since it’s been a while since this clip was released and I only watched it now, but I felt the need to collect my thoughts nonetheless:

1) Crowley as a father figure

The king of hell keeps positioning himself further and further as a father figure, which had started in S9 already and kind of reached its climax in 9x21 “King of the Damned” when the parallels between Crowley/Gavin and John/Dean were tackled pretty head on. Crowley had been positioning himself as a family member from 9x11 “First Born” onward though and reinforced thoughts about John here and there. Most telling moment to me was in 9x21 though when he said to Dean that “he hopes he was nice to his father”. While before Crowley acted and positioned himself this way  a little more subtle, now it’s textual. He refers to himself as Dean’s daddy. Not sure this will work out well for you Crowley but we’ll see…

2) The Mark of Cain and a Possible Reversal of Positions

Crowley plays cleverly. He might not have imagined Dean to be such a force to mess with. What I find interesting is that he not only fed Dean with demons to kill, but also seemingly knows that maybe to complete the transformation something in particular is yet still to be done: the kill that started it all for Cain - killing his brother. Isn’t it very sneaky and clever of Crowley to feed Sam the info of where they are and then tell Dean he needs to kill now and in the promo we see Dean tell Sam that he’ll ripp his throat out. Is this Crowley’s plan? Not only isolating Dean from his loved ones, who try to get him back, but erasing them completely in order for the transformation to be complete? Cain seemingly only became a knight and acted upon Lucifer’s call after he had killed his brother and re-awoke a demon. Maybe this is what Crowley needs in order to keep Dean under control? Either way I find it pretty telling that he basically invited Sam to the price fight. Which brings me to him reaching out to Cas for ~help. He absolutely knows the bond Dean and Cas share, so I assume he either wants to make sure that care for Cas is no longer present or he may want to eliminate Cas as a threat for Dean to turn back human as well. Though of course there is a third interesting option, because at the moment Dean might carry the mark, but Sam fits the bill of becoming Cain as well. He told Crowley outright that Dean is not “his pet”, which is one of the most memorale catch phrases Cain used when talking about how he became what/who became. It might be Sam now, who wants to save his brother from the hold he thinks Crowley has over him (similar to how Cain thought Abel was talking to Lucifer) and by doing that probably realizing he has to kill him.

3) Black Eyes and a Memory of Thick Black Ooze

The visual of Dean smirking and his eyes flashing back is a wonderful visual all on its own with him saying “I noticed” on top makes it even better. It seem, at least at that moment (after Ann Marie told him that he’s a mess we saw a lot of old Dean shine through) is very in tune and satisified with himself. In fact he seems happier than we’ve seen him in a long time, like he arrived and embraced who he is now. That being said, the smirk reminded me of something else as well: Leviathan!Dean.

4) “Two shots and he’ll have some fancy with your tiniest umbrella”

I don’t know if someone already pointed it out (most probably someone already has, I guess), but have you guys looked at the cokctail Crowley gets served?

No? Well than take a look after the cut, because it’s pretty freaking awesome. And judging from Crowley’s smile, he seems to think so as well.

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