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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

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Quick grammar lesson! <33

you're : you are

my : fire

the one : desire

believe when : i say

I want it : that way

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mean - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Lucifer is here for the Detective, not the urchin. But there’s something about her expression. He can’t quite place it, but he figures he should ask her about it. After all, he cares for the Detective, and surely she would want him to help her offspring? Plus… he’s grown rather fond of the little gremlin. Although, she’s at the rebellious, pre-teen stage of her life that turns all children into heathens.

“Urchin?” he asks hesitantly.

She looks like she might hurl a punch at someone any moment.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asks her, sitting next to where she’s perched on the stairs.

“It’s nothing,” she says, seething. “Some dumb kids were being mean.”

Anger surges through him, the same protective kind he feels whenever something happens to Chloe. He manages not to flare his Devil eyes. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she mistook his anger as being directed towards her.

“What did they say to you?” he asks as calmly as possible.

She snaps her head toward him.

“They weren’t rude to me,” she scoffs. “They know better by now.”

He’s not sure if he deserves to feel the pride he does at that. The Detective and Maze probably deserve it more, especially if he knows his demon.

“They were bullying my friend, Katie,” the child explains. “I couldn’t even do anything because then I’d get in trouble. And… mom’s already still upset about that time I handcuffed some asshole to a table.”

“Well, I’m sure he deserved it,” Lucifer says, cringing immediately.

The Detective wouldn’t want him condoning that sort of behavior.

“Your mother would advise you not to do so, in the future,” he continues.

He wonders what else to say. He’s aware he should tell the child not to do that sort of stuff, even if someone deserves it. He just doesn’t know quite how to explain why. And he’s done the same, billions— nay, an innumerable amount— of times. Perhaps that’s why his Devil face is so stubborn.

“But… what if they deserve it?” she asks.

“I’m afraid that’s not up to you, Child,” Lucifer says softly.

“If you’re the Devil, does that mean it’s up to you?” she asks.

“Not quite,” he says, managing a soft smile. “It depends on a person’s guilt. If they feel deserving of punishment, then they go to Hell. If not, they go on up to the Silver City, which— if you ask me— is its own sort of torture.”

“That’s dumb,” she frowns. “I’d rather just stop existing after I die.”

Lucifer stifles a strangled sort of sound. He hates the thought of a world without Trixie’s soul in it. Plus, that reminds him of what happened to— what he did to Uriel.

“I just get so mad,” she admits, saving him from responding. “Mom gets to put away bad guys. She gets to help. I’m powerless.”

She sounds so much like the Detective, it startles him for a moment.

“You are never powerless,” he says vehemently. “Never.”

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starlight - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 233

Lucifer is stargazing on his balcony when Chloe goes over to his penthouse. He does that often, she’s noticed over the years. She’s not here for any reason other than his company, which she thanks anyone but God for. He didn’t do them any favors getting them to where they are now— just the opposite, in fact.

“Hi,” she says, joining him.

“Hello, Detective,” he says, turning his attention to her.

“You really like the stars, huh?”

“Yes. The only thing from my past I still enjoy. Hence my chosen name.”

She must look confused because he elaborates.

“Lightbringer? I produced starlight,” he explains.

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Can you still…?”

“No. I have barely any control over light anymore, since my Fall.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm. Suppose that’s why I always have my lighter on me.”

Chloe gives him a reassuring smile. She tucks her arm into his and gazes up at the stars. Her partner literally lit the stars. How could she compare?

And yet, the way he looks at her… it’s like she’s the one who brought light to the world.

“Tell me about the stars? If you want to, I mean,” she says softly.

“I would be honored, Detective,” he says.

He spends hours pointing out the stars visible to them and then hours more talking about the ones that aren’t. Through it all, Chloe tries to memorize the moment.

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marjorie - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 159

Chloe is trying to focus on the case. But her mind is stuck on Kinley and a vial and an upcoming date with Lucifer. Which she postponed.

“Detective?” Lucifer snaps her out of her thoughts.

“Lucifer.” She frowns. “What are you doing here.”

“Miss Lopez said you had some leads? She also said something about a… Marjorie?”

“Margaret? Her pet chicken?”

“Ah, Marjorie must have been the parakeet.”

Chloe furrows her brows in confusion. “How do you know so much about Ella’s pets?”

“Well, I do pay attention sometimes, Detective,” he says. “And Ms. Lopez is… a friend.”

He says friend uncertainly, as if the concept is foreign to him. Had he ever had friends before? He’s lived for billions— trillions?— of years. Surely he has.

Right?

“I’m sure she appreciates that, Lucifer,” she says earnestly. “About the case…”

She informs him of the leads she has, pushing priests and celestials out of her mind as best she can.

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Fanfic, a love letter

Posting a fanfic is like sending out a love letter to the world.

Because it's a labor of love. All those hours of thinking and feeling and working that culminate in you sending it off in hopes that someone out there shares your love.

And getting a comment/review from a reader is - getting a love letter in return.

When one person answers out of 60,000 hits, that's one love letter countering 59,999 silences. And if they write you back more than once? If they write you 2, 3, even 10 comments?

That's 10 love letters - ten times someone reached back for the 60,000 times your letter reached someone.

It's never "too much" or "spamming" or "clogging your inbox".

Write those comments. Spam your favorite author. Send off fragments and run-on sentences and stream-of-consciousness ramblings. Send off analyses and essays and all-caps shouting and whiny moaning. Write out your heart, because that author did the same and wanted to touch yours. Squeal at them to your heart's content because that's what they want. That's the whole point.

I'm not saying anyone is ENTITLED to reviews and comments - if you think my writing is bad, feel free to ignore it. But if my love letter gave you joy and brightened your world a bit - hey, it's nice to get a love letter back too. Or a hundred. Really, the more the better.

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gorgeous - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 491

Lucifer and the Detective are going undercover again, this time at a gala one of their suspects are on the list for. It’s quite similar to the situation they found themselves in when they first met, although the Detective is much more willing this time around. Plus, now they’re partners, in every sense of the word.

He wears a tux, of course. A white button-up— one of his favorites— paired with a black vest and a burgundy jacket with black, patterned lapels. He puts on matching burgundy trousers and black dress shoes, then rushes out the door. He can’t very well be late to pick up the Detective, can he?

When he gets to her apartment, he knocks. He knows— it’s uncharacteristic, but he can occasionally show manners. And he wants tonight to be perfect. It’s nothing less than the Detective deserves, after all.

She opens the door, dressed in red and looking like sin. She’s wearing a long, crimson red dress that almost matches his jacket with a slit that rids up her thigh.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, more to himself.

He means it in every sense of the word— or rather the Old French word gorgias. The Detective’s dress couldn’t be described as anything other than elegant.

The Detective mumbles her thanks and blushes beautifully. He suddenly has the urge to shower her in a million more compliments, all in languages that don’t exist anymore.

He clears his throat and gestures for them to leave instead. “Shall we?”

She nods and follows him out. He regrets offering to drive his Corvette— even though it made more sense— because now he has to keep his eyes on the bloody road instead of the stunning lady sitting right next to him.

When they get there, he wants nothing more than to take her to the dance floor and lead her in a waltz. The Detective, however, is all work and (almost) no play. She takes the lead in subtly questioning other attendees of the gala, disguising it as simple conversation.

The clink of a glass interrupts her conversation with a sleazy businessman just as the conversation becomes about their suspect. The host of the event makes some speech that Lucifer tunes out. His attention drifts to the Detective, who’s choosing her seat next to the businessman she was speaking to earlier. Lucifer takes the seat next to him.

His gaze drifts to the slit at her thigh. Who can blame him? The Devil has always been a leg man, after all. He catches red lace and… the familiar glint of the Detective’s gun.

Bloody Hell.

The Detective is hiding her gun in a holster disguised as a garter.

Lucifer suppresses a groan.

“Lucifer,” the Detective whispers, unaware of her effect on him. “I think I found our suspect.”

He hopes, very selfishly, that their suspect will try to run so he can watch her whip out her gun from where it’s hidden.

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peace - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Sometimes when he’s with her, it’s like nothing else exists. He finally understands how the poets and playwrights he used to scoff at felt. Still, deep down in a part of him he constantly buries, a string of doubt tugs.

You want to know her, to be with her— it’s everything you’ve ever wanted— but you can’t completely open yourself up because deep down you actually believe that you don’t… deserve her love. Because she’s so perfect and you’re just, well…

Unworthy.

Unworthy.

Unworthy.

The word echoes in his mind, playing on repeat since his conversation with the Doctor. He looks to the Detective, sleeping soundly next to him. She’s beautiful. He stares, trying to focus on that— her beauty and grace— so that maybe it will drown out the constant cacophony of voices he hasn’t been able to quiet again since one night in the penthouse.

You need to forgive yourself, the Detective had said.

He didn’t know how to then and he doesn’t know now.

The Detective stirs in her sleep.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Lucifer whispers.

He’s not sure if he hopes she’ll hear or if he’s hoping she won’t.

“Nobody’s made me feel like you do,” he confesses. “But you’ll never be at peace as long as you’re with me. There will always some sort of… ‘celestial craziness’ for you to put up with. I know it might be more than what you bargained for.”

He thinks about their conversation the night he went to her house after he’d fought with Michael.

I thought what we had was real.

There’s nothing more real than the way he feels about her. He knows they bothknow that now; her being here next to him proves that.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you told me you didn’t want any part of it,” he whispers, so quiet he can barely even hear himself.

While it’s true, he desperately wants her to tell him that she chooses him. That there’s nothing that will stop her from choosing him and all that comes with being with him. That she’ll still be with him, even if he can never say those three words she longs to hear him say.

The only hint he gets as to whether she’s heard him is her leaning closer into him.

It’s not until the morning that he finds out she did hear him.

“I love you,” she whispers.

She hasn’t said it since the night on his balcony before he went back to Hell. A new wave of guilt washes over him.

“Detective…” he pleads.

“You don’t have to say it back,” she says. “I just wanted you to know.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Lucifer… that’s not how it works. We choose each other, despite everything else.”

He recognizes her choice of words and looks at her questioningly.

“I heard what you said last night,” she admits. “I choose you, celestial craziness be damned.”

Unsure of what else to do, he kisses her.

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haunted - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 165

Felicity will never forget that cold look in his eyes. How she could barely see anything of the Oliver she knew there. How, for the first time, she actually believed there was no coming back from this. That night, she has nightmares. In some, she asks him to stay and he does. There were two endings for those dreams: one where they’re happy together, and one where Ra’s hunts him down and kills him anyway. In others, she’s haunted by those cold eyes, sharp with something that’s never, ever been directed at her.

Even Thea thinks he’s too far gone. Even his sister has lost hope. Thea deserves so much better; she’s been through enough already. Felicity selfishly thinks she deserves better too. Oliver was the first person she’d talked about her family with. She had the feeling he would understand. Now she thinks Thea can understand even better.

However often she has nightmares, she can’t stop missing him. That might be the worst part.

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haunted - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 455 - slightly nsfw (below the cut)

Chloe takes a deep breath before knocking on the door of Lucifer’s office, Amenadiel having left her a few moments ago. She hears his muffled voice before he opens the door.

“Hello, Detective,” he says.

Chloe sees a range of emotion flit over his face at the sight of her.

“Hi,” she says. “I thought you could use a partner.”

She kisses him as the door closes gently behind them.

“Sorry, but it seems we’ll have to reschedule,” Lucifer says, not taking his eyes off Chloe. “I’ve got my partner back.”

With a snap of his fingers, they’re alone. If anyone came around to see Lucifer in his office, they’d just see a bright red light shining, marking do not disturb.

Lucifer tugs her gently into a hug, sighing into it. She’s reminded of their reunion years ago, when he’d first come back from Hell and the way he’d relaxed into her the same way.

“I’m going to fuck you on my desk,” he whispers low in her ear. “I’d take you to the couch, but I wouldn’t be able to do my job without thinking of you.”

Chloe swallows. “Wouldn’t want that,” she manages to say.

“No,” he whispers.

He pulls away to look at her, a question in his eyes. She answers by kissing him. He makes a small noise of surprise— she has no idea why he’s surprised— as he melts into her.

He fulfills his promise… a few times. Then he takes her to a replica of his penthouse he made and they make up for lost time on his bed too.

“I recreated your apartment, too,” he tells her a while later. “I could never bear to go in and find it empty.”

“You’re not alone anymore,” she promises.

He gives her a small smile, but she can tell something’s on his mind. She plays with his hair and waits for him to say what it is.

“I regret it,” he admits eventually, a haunted look in his eyes that she’s only seen a few times before.

You look like a homeless magician.

All I know is how I feel when I’m with him, and I lo—

Could you accept me like this?

Please, don’t make me do this.

“I wish I never left,” Lucifer says. “You, Rory. Trixie. How could I have—”

“Lucifer, you can’t— don’t do this to yourself. We can’t change the past, and Rory made you promise,” Chloe pleads.

“I should’ve said no,” he says desperately.

“It’s not your fault. And you have forever to make up for all the time you lost with her,” she reminds him.

“I missed you, my love,” he says, changing the topic.

She lets him, replying with a soft kiss.

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fifteen - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 418

It’s not often Lucifer gets invited to a premiere for a movie, nor does he usually put in the effort for an invite. But this is different. This is his favorite movie series’s newest release. So he pulled a few strings. Here he is, at the premiere of Weaponizer 7. It is incredible, to say the least.

It’s Chloe Decker’s fifteenth movie premiere, in about as many years. She’s kinda getting tired of the glitz and the glamour, but her parents both insist that her dream of being a detective is too dangerous. They prefer her safe and sound, thank you very much. So instead of 0.6 mm bullets, she faces rubber ones. Instead of being chased by a murder, she’s chased by paparazzi. And instead of being stared down by lawyers, weird handsome men in black suits and perfect hair stare her down. She hopes this one won’t be a stalker.

Nobody has ever accused Lucifer of being a stalker. He’s been on Earth long enough to know that the usual rules don’t apply to him. He evades any sort of punishment with charm and grace, of course. So when Chloe Decker returns his gaze with a hesitant, calculated step, he knows to turn up the charm to a ten. Not that it’s not usually a ten, of course. He’s speaking metaphorically.

“Can I help you?” Chloe Decker asks him.

Bonnie in the flesh! Chloe Jane Decker in the flesh. How did he get so lucky? Does this mean he can finally meet superstar Penelope Decker?

The A-list actress clears her throat.

“Apologies, darling,” he says. “I seem to be a little starstruck.”

“Get in line,” she mutters.

Lucifer grins devilishly.

“What, you won’t put me at the top?” he teases.

Instead of flirting back, she rolls her eyes. Odd. Maybe she’s playing hard to get? That’s fine by him; he likes a challenge.

He’s about to flirt some more, since she seems keen on ignoring him, but she’s led away from him by—

“Penelope Decker?” he exclaims, ecstatic. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh hello,” Penelope replies. “Chloe, do you know this charming man?”

“No, mom,” Chloe responds. “And we better go before we miss the premiere.”

“Oh, right, of course,” Penelope says. “Young man, why don’t you join us?”

“I don’t think that’s nec—” Chloe starts to protest.

“I would love to,” Lucifer interrupts.

It’s going to be a long night, Chloe thinks.

It’s going to be an amazing night, Lucifer thinks.

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alchemy - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 369

Lucifer is early for once. Chloe doesn’t think he’s ever been early in their four years of partnership. And of course she’s here, because she’s a workaholic with nothing better to do.

“Lucifer, what are you doing here?” she asks.

She immediately wishes she phrased that better. Especially after he gives her a slightly hurt, confused look.

“So early,” she adds. “I didn’t expect you for another hour— not that I’m complaining.”

“Ah, I— er, simply needed a change of scenery, Detective. I thought I might make myself useful on the case?” he says.

Her mind immediately goes to Eve. Is it bad that she feels a little… relieved that he’s here instead of with her? That he came here to, maybe, escape from her?

A little. It’s a little bad. But she’s felt and done worse things lately.

“Of course,” she tells him. “I’m just going over the suspects list again. I wanna look into this guy— Ricardo Alvarez. He’s a professor who was using materials from the chemistry lab to transform metals.”

“Alchemy,” Lucifer scoffs. “What an utter waste of time.”

He seems like he’s going to say something else but decides not to, an apprehensive look on his face.

“Yeah, well, some of the materials coincide with evidence we got from the crime scene,” she says. “It’s worth a look.”

Lucifer nods.

It’s the least he’s said possibly ever. Minus the car ride to the crime scene after he found the vial in her purse. She’ll never be able to erase that distant, miserable look that was on his face the whole time.

“We have some time to kill while we wait for a reasonable time to pay him a visit,” she says.

She doesn’t exactly know what he was planning on doing coming here so early, especially without giving her notice. Maybe he assumed she’d be here because she often is. And assumed there’d be a case for him to work on because there usually is. When was the last time she did something fun again?

“There’s a… new burger place down the street?” Lucifer offers hesitantly. “If you’d like to try it out with me?

“Yeah,” she says with a grin. “That sounds great.”

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untouchable - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 347

Lucifer and Chloe have been working together for over a decade now, and they still have the highest closure rate in the precinct. Chloe can now call Lucifer her partner with pride now, and not annoyance like she had been four years ago. They’re an untouchable duo.

But even without Lucifer’s help, Chloe is an excellent detective. She doesn’t need him— something Lucifer is proud to remind her of. Especially now that he’s commuting to and from Hell.

I wish you were here, she thinks.

She just has to get through today. He’ll be there when she’s done with work; he just doesn’t have the time this (Earth-ly?) week to help her. Too many Hell loops to work through, or something. He wasn’t really specific.

This case is tougher than usual, even with Ella’s help. She misses Dan; he always knew how to help. Even if he couldn’t help with the case, he always knew how to make her feel better.

She loses track of time going over leads. Her stomach grumbles, making her glance at the time. 6:30 PM.

Crap. She was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago.

“Hello, Detective,” a familiar voice rings out.

She looks up to see Lucifer holding a bag of takeout.

“Lucifer.” She smiles at him. “Hey, while you’re here—”

“Chloe,” Lucifer cuts her off. “Come on.”

He drags her out of her chair and to her car.

“Lucifer, I was so close. I could feel it,” she protests.

“It can wait til tomorrow morning,” he says. “Our girls miss you.”

Really? He’s pulling the daughter card?

“And I’ve been waiting literal ages to see you,” he says.

And the time-moves-faster-in-Hell card? She sighs.

“Fine. Only ‘cause it’s you,” she says.

And even though he has to go in the morning before Chloe goes back to work, they enjoy a quiet night in. She won’t admit it, but taking a break from work actually did help. Plus, the text with words of encouragement he’ll send to her tomorrow morning will help her get through the day.

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albatross - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 496

“Aw, this poor seagull got caught in the middle of our murder,” Ella says.

“Albatross,” Lucifer corrects.

“Huh?”

“It’s an albatross, not a seagull.”

“Y’know, Lucifer, I’m really impressed by your knowledge sometimes.”

Chloe clears her throat.

“Right, sorry,” Ella says. “This was a classic Brutus.”

Chloe gives her a slightly confused look, before realizing.

“Y’know, backstabber. He was stabbed in the back,” Ella clarifies anyway.

Chloe nods. “Right.”

“Lucky for us, the murder weapon was left at the scene. Hopefully we can get some prints off it,” Ella says.

“Oh, awesome,” Chloe says. She turns to Lucifer. “Looks like we have some free time while they process the evidence.”

To talk, she doesn’t say. But by Lucifer’s apprehensive look, she gets the feeling he knows.

“Wonderful,” he says hesitantly.

The walk back to her car is silent. She spends it thinking of the past few days, all the celestial craziness that came with it. She wonders how much of it she missed before she knew. His stepmom, for one. She would have to ask about Charlotte. Unless he didn’t want to talk about it? She was… in Heaven. Wow.

…somewhere I simply can’t follow.

How many things had she missed because she assumed he was speaking metaphorically? Her brain might explode if she thinks too hard.

“Detective?” Lucifer grabs her attention. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking,” she mumbles.

“Detective… I understand this is a lot to deal with.”

“Lucifer, what are you talking about?”

“I know you chose to be with me, but…”

Lucifer struggles with his words.

“If anyone can handle all this… celestial nonsense, it’s you, Detective. But you needn’t suffer because of me,” he says finally.

“You’re right,” Chloe says. “I chose you. And all that comes with it. Just like you choose me, and all the danger that comes with being with me.”

“But… that’s different.”

“How? You’re vulnerable around me, and only me. Right?”

“Yes.”

“And you choose to be with me anyway. You choose to be my partner, to put yourself in danger. Why is it so hard for you to believe I want to do the same?”

Lucifer is silent, but she knows the answer. Because I’m the Devil. Because nobody’s ever chosen that.

“What brought this up anyway?” she asks softly.

“The albatross at the crime scene. A common metaphor for—”

“Burdens. Lucifer, that’s not what you are to me.”

She spares a glance at him. He looks conflicted.

“I choose you,” she tells him, with as much vigor as she can. “I choose this life. And all the craziness that comes with it. And I’ll remind you of that whenever you need me to.”

“But then, what did you want to talk to me about?” he asks.

“You picked up on that?” she asks, even though she knows he did. “I just wanted to know how you’re doing.”

“Detective,” he says with wonder.

Speechless, he kisses her, and she can feel his appreciation in it.

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