New ship, new fandom, new ficlet. Be gentle. :)
It had happened so slowly, Maze hadn’t noticed it.
All this time, she’d been chiding Luci for his attachment to these soft, squishy humans (and to Chloe in particular, though she was beginning to understand that one). She hadn’t seen it in herself.
She was Mazikeen, Lucifer’s right hand, a demon, a warrior, a bloodhound. How had she let herself become vulnerable like this? Not even with an angel like Amenediel either, but this soft, small human.
“Linda.” Her voice was almost a sob. She had been bringing her troubles to Linda week after week, and Linda had listened, and helped her. And Maze had given back in the ways she knew how: by promising, if not out loud then in her own mind, to keep Linda safe. Maze was good at killing, and she was good at keeping people safe. Look how long she’d kept Lucifer alive –millennia!– despite his dogged insistence on doing stupid, life threatening things.
But Linda… she’d failed Linda, and now Linda– her Linda– was lying on her office floor with a weeping wound in her belly.
Amenediel slowed time to a crawl, then, for her. For what Linda meant to him as a friend, yes, but also because he saw in Maze’s face, he knew what had happened: Maze would break if Linda could not be saved. Linda was the one Maze went to to celebrate her successes, vent her frustrations.
When had she become so maudlin? she wondered. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Linda had to live. The sweat broke on Amenediel’s forehead as Maze took Linda ever so carefully into her arms and brought her to the hospital.
She smelled Linda’s hair, clean and scented with tea tree oil (of course, what else?) as she walked through the hospital doors, and thought, This is not the way I wanted to smell her hair for the first time. She felt Linda’s weight in her arms and thought, This is not the reason I wanted to find myself carrying her.
Linda could not die. Simply could not. Not because Maze had anything more to say to Linda; Linda knew her for who she was, as well as anyone ever had. Linda knew she was a demon and had decided she didn’t care. But she had too many things she wanted to do with Linda, and she was only realizing that now, as she stood on the precipice of losing her.
She wanted to take Linda to bed, not like she wanted to with other people, for recreation on idle curiosity, or even a friendfuck like with Luci. She wanted to spend all night with her. Linda sometimes looked at her from behind those thick-rimmed glasses and her eyes would dance a little and Maze wanted to take those glasses off her, lay in bed with her and be looked at that way, for ages.
Linda was a soft, squishy human. But she was Maze’s squishy human. And if she didn’t make it out of this, Maze would destroy the goddess of all creation herself.