#adore x trixie

[adores-angel20]

“TRIZIE”

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 106 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: The Galactica Fashion Week Runway show went off without any major malfunctions. 

This Chapter: Welcome to the Afterparty! Networking, awkwardness, flirting, drunken shenanigans and a threat of homicide (or not…we certainly didn’t hear anything). 

***

There was a genuine smile on Fame’s face after the show closed, and Trixie could finally relax.

The show was a success. Everything was fine.

Of course, there would be the evaluations, the meetings, the press, the sales figures, but none of that really mattered if Fame wasn’t satisfied with what they had created.

In reality, Trixie just wanted to go home, to spend time with Katya, but he had promised Fame to hang around at the party, had even changed into a suit and tie for it, the jacket as always restrictive and uncomfortable. There were still plenty of shows, Raja and Fame would be leaving for Europe on monday at the latest, but as far as Trixie was concerned, his role at fashion week was fulfilled, at least until the late spring. 

Trixie took a sip from his champagne flute. He had hesitated before grabbing one, his sense of solidarity towards Katya’s sobriety even fiercer now that she was pregnant, but he was allowed a glass to celebrate a well-received collection. 

“Trixie!”

Trixie coughed, nearly choking on his drink as he came face to face with none other than Chad Michaels. Chad was one of New York’s most well known philanthropists, and therefore also someone that everyone in fashion had some sort of working relationship with, since she constantly needed new fabulous clothes. 

Chad was in her 60s, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying and experimenting with fashion, her dress for the night a gorgeous Galactica in beautiful cranberry red from the holiday collection.

“Just the man I needed to see!” Chad smiled as she grabbed his elbow, a slightly manic look in her eyes, heavy jewelry dangling from her ears, the scent of Chanel reaching his nose. “The closing dress. Has anyone claimed it? Please tell me I’m the first one!”

“Ah.” Trixie should have expected that Chad wanted to buy it. She was one of their most loyal customers, constantly photographed in their designs, and never shying away from praising the brand. Of course she would want Violet’s dress. Their newest designer had really outdone herself yet again. “I’m really sorry, but I think it’s an archival.”

The Galactica archive was something to behold, Ivy guarding it with her life, the room temperature controlled and as secure as any bank vault. Trixie hadn’t heard Raja make the final decision, but he had seen the look on Fame’s face, had felt the mood shift amongst the audience as they were moved by the piece.

It was too early to tell, but Trixie wouldn’t be surprised if fashion journalists would look back at this very show as a pivotal moment in Galactica’s history.

“I’ll be damned.” Chad sighed heavily. “I was hoping to wear it for the Met.”

“You haven’t decided on a dress?” The Met Gala was only three months away, the first Monday in May approaching at a worrying pace.

“I thought I did, but nothing truly inspires. You know how it is.”

Trixie nodded. Unsure of what to do, how to help, when he spotted exactly who he needed in the crowd.

“Violet!”

Violet turned, and he beckoned her over. She walked towards them, and as Trixie took in her bright eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks, he realized that she must be quite tipsy. He wondered if bringing her over was a mistake, but too late now. So instead he put an arm around her shoulders. 

“Violet is one of our most fabulous couture designers. She designed the closing look that you love so much.” 

“You did?” Chad asked, eyes widening as she took Violet in. 

“Yes.”

“Congratulations dear,” Chad said, lifting her glass in a toast. “You have a great talent.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Now, of course, I’ll talk to them about the dress you want, but if I can’t make that happen, what would you say to this extremely talented young lady whipping you up something custom for the Met Gala?” 

Violet turned to him, a panicked look on her face, gripping his jacket. “But, Raja-”

Shit. He hadn’t told her that Raja rejected all of her designs, or that he’d enlisted other concepts from Aurora, because he didn’t want to stress her out this week, not with everything she was dealing with being back in Fame’s office. And he certainly couldn’t explain all that right here, right now. He leaned in and spoke softly, under his breath. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll work it out. Just play along, we’re making a sale.” 

Violet nodded, and turned back towards Chad with a smile, who was looking at them with a delighted expression, hands clasped together. 

“Well that sounds divine! With your design genius and my impeccable taste, we’re bound to blow them all away!” Chad smiled, then glanced around before lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Granted, I do wish the theme was better, but…whatever Anna says goes, eh?” 

Trixie laughed, and looked over to see that Violet was giggling too. He relaxed a bit, feeling good, that Violet and Chad would at least get along fine, and that maybe this way she wouldn’t be too heartbroken about losing the Raja job. 

***

“Okay,” Symone exclaimed, lifting her arms in the air. “Who’s ready for the next round?!” 

“Almost,” Adore laughed, her arm draped loosely around Tati’s waist, pulling her in to say, “Have I told you how much I like your new roommates? They’re fucking fun.” 

“They are,” Tati giggled, “but not good at pacing themselves.” Tati lifted her cocktail, the vodka soda a model standard that Adore knew all too well. “I’m not even halfway done with this one, how are you ready for another round?” 

“These drinks are free and the booze is premium. Keep up!” Symone exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Right, Bim?” 

“One sec.” Bimini tossed back the last of her whiskey and set the glass down on the table heavily. “Alright, love. Lead the way.” 

“Yaaaas!” Symone pranced towards the bar, Bimini following close behind. 

Tati turned to Adore, shaking her head. “I thought we drank a lot, but those girls. They fucking drink. It’s a little worrying. I mean, we’re like, at work.” 

“You’re cute,” Adore laughed some more, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She’d been thoroughly annoyed when Bianca left, but maybe it was for the best. After all, now she had a chance to hang out with Alaska, Tati and her friends, and avoid the tense adult drama altogether. 

“Thanks.” Tati smiled, then lowered her eyes, biting her lip. 

“You okay, babe?” 

“Yeah…um…I should probably tell you something.” 

“Okay?” 

Tati closed her eyes and sighed. 

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Adore asked, squeezing her forearm. “You’re freaking me out!” 

“I’m sorry. It’s probably not that big a deal, just…so, when we were backstage, Pearl was walking around. Taking pictures and shit.” 

“Oh. Right.” Adore was trying not to think about her ex, wandering around the party, though of course she knew she was there. Maybe someday it would be possible to be in the same room as Pearl and ignore her presence entirely, but unfortunately, Adore hadn’t reached that stage just yet. 

“Anyway…” Tati played with the cuffs of Adore’s jacket, biting her lip. “She clearly didn’t recognize me. Or like, remember that we’d hung out like ten times while y’all were dating, because…um…” 

“She hit on you, didn’t she?” Adore asked. She could see how clearly uncomfortable Tati was, and wanted to end her suffering as quickly as possible. 

“Yeah. But I told her to fuck off! I mean, I didn’t quite say ‘fuck off,’ cause I was like, not trying to get fired, but she got the message loud and-”

Adore wrapped her arms around Tati and pulled her in for the biggest, warmest hug. 

“I love you so much.” 

“I love you too! You’re not mad, are you?” Tati asked, face tucked into her neck. 

“At you? Of fucking course not!” Adore pulled back, taking both of Tati’s hands in hers. “But…I mean, thank you, for being loyal and shit. But…do you like her?” 

“No! After how she treated you? I think she’s an asshole,” Tati said. 

Adore grinned and nodded, squeezing her hands. In spite of feeling absolutely self-righteous about it at the time, Adore had been feeling some creeping guilt about the way she’d handled things with Dahlia. Maybe the situation wasn’t as black and white as she’d first assumed. Especially after her recent conversations with Aja, and getting back into band practice. 

“Okay,” she said. “But…I mean, we’ve both moved on, obviously, so…if you did like her-”

“Bitch, she didn’t deserve you, which means she doesn’t deserve me,” Tati said, with a toss of her long, dark hair. 

Adore laughed, hugging her again. 

“I love you, so much.” 

“You said that already.” 

“I know. But I really do.” 

“Same,” Tati replied, lashes fluttering.

“Uhh…hi? Am I interrupting something?” asked a voice, and Adore turned to see Alaska, looking a bit awkward, albeit fabulous, in a leopard-print pencil skirt and cropped black cardigan with turquoise trim, appletini in her hand.   

“Lasky!” Adore broke away from Tatianna and threw her arms around Alaska, exclaiming, “Everyone looked amazing, omigod! Where have you been?!” 

“Hi, thanks! Uh, long story, one of the freelance artists had an issue, but everything’s fine now. Are you guys, um…” her eyes darted back and forth between Adore and Tati. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’re good. Just having a bestie moment. Obviously you know Tati. You’re the one responsible for her face looking like fucking perfection.” 

“Me and some stunning genetics, yup. Hello, Tatianna,” Alaska held out a hand for a strangely formal handshake. “Incredible work on the runway today.”

“Hi again,” Tati said, “Thanks.”

“So…I guess your sister’s not here?” Alaska asked.

“Don’t get me started,” Adore said, rolling her eyes. 

“Right. Well, please tell her I said hi. I was looking forward to chatting about the makeup shoot.” 

“Sure.” 

Alaska took a sip of her drink, arm wrapped around Adore’s waist. After a beat, Tati and Adore exchanged a look. The energy was slightly weird, but Adore couldn’t exactly put her finger on why. Luckily, before she could worry too much, Bimini and Symone returned with the next round and soon everyone was chatting, the awkwardness forgotten. 

***

“Hey, stranger…” 

Karl turned to see Detox, his hair a cool, wintery blue that matched his sport coat, a wicked smirk on his face. He’d meant to say hi to him before the show, but had gotten stuck in traffic and only arrived with moments to spare, sliding into his seat just in the nick of time, his heart pounding at the thought of incurring Fame’s infamous wrath. 

“Hi!” Karl pulled Detox in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Why do you look like the cat that swallowed the canary? Got some big scoop?” 

“Well, sort of, but unfortunately, not one I can use,” he said. 

“Why not?” 

“The girls are still fighting,” Detox said pointedly, raising his blue brows and shaking his head. 

“Ugh, that again?” Karl rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, Bianca shot out of here like a bat out of hell, the second the show was over. Made some sorry excuse about another commitment.” 

“It’s been literal months,” Karl said, “Don’t they have anything more interesting to worry about?” 

“Why don’t you ask Fame?” Detox suggested, nodding towards the woman of the hour, who was striding towards them, her cream-colored cape billowing behind her, a beautiful woman in pale pink at her side. Detox sipped his drink, giving Karl another gleeful sideways glance. A dare. 

Well, two could play that game. Karl pursed his lips and cocked his head, asking, “Why don’t you, tough guy?” 

Detox blinked, and then his smirk grew slightly as he turned towards the women. 

“Fame!” 

Fame stopped and turned to them, her typically placid hostess smile on her face. 

“Hello my darlings. How are you? Did you enjoy the show?” She walked forward, giving each of them air kisses. 

“It was divine as always,” Karl cooed, happy to hang Detox out to dry on this one.

“Yes, wonderful,” Detox said. “And-” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Karl Westerberg, Elite London.” Karl reached out to the young woman beside Fame, offering his hand, as Detox rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption. 

“Hi. Shea Coulee. I’m a journalist, doing a profile of Miss Fame for Vogue.” 

“Vogue, did you say?” Karl raised an eyebrow, just slightly. That certainly was interesting. “Fabulous.”

“Speaking of Vogue,” Detox cut in. “I noticed a certain someone seemed in an awful hurry to get out of here after the show.” 

“If you mean Ms. Wintour, she’s right over there,” Shea said, gesturing to the other side of the party, where Anna Wintour was talking to Grace Coddington and Vanessa Van Cartier.

“No, I didn’t mean Anna. I meant…another Editor-in-Chief we all know…” Detox said, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “And I was just wondering if you had any opinions, thoughts…feelings to share about that?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Fame said. “And I’m also sure that if you keep gossiping about things in this manner, that I have a way to kill you that won’t ever be traced back to me.” 

Fame smiled at him, the icy one with daggers in her eyes she reserved for special times. 

“You do realize that you just threatened homicide in front of a witness and a journalist, right?” Detox asked, eyes wide with feigned shock. 

“Doesn’t that tell you how absolutely sure I am that I won’t even be a suspect?” Fame asked, that smile back that should have terrified Detox more than it apparently did. It certainly terrified Karl. “Besides, Karl didn’t hear anything, did you Karl?” 

“Hear anything about what?” Karl asked quickly, playing along. 

“Traitor!” Detox muttered.

“I assume this conversation is off the record?” asked Shea. 

“Well,” Fame twirled the stem of her champagne glass, looking Detox up and down slowly. “Is Detox important enough that it matters?” 

Shea smirked, catching on perfectly, mimicking her supercilious gaze before saying, “Probably not.” 

“Good,” Fame answered. 

Detox opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out. 

Fame patted him on the shoulder, smoothing down his lapel with a victorious smirk. 

“Bye, boys. Behave,” she said, turning on her heel and sashaying off, Shea right at her side. 

***

Bob technically wasn’t supposed to have a tray, but all it took was a little of his signature charm, some flirting with one of the servers, and bam! Now he had nearly 20 shots he could easily carry back to his table. On the way, he spotted little Violet, who looked like she’d had a few herself, all alone. 

“Violet!” he called, grinning. 

“Oh, hi!” she looked up and smiled back. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a high neck, the outfit screaming unimportant assistant.

As he approached, he made sure the shots were balanced before slinging an arm around her. It was nice that Upstairs let them attend these parties in the first place. Bob sure wasn’t gonna be the one to give them a reason to stop. 

“Hey girl! What are you doing all by yourself? Where’s Sutan?”

“Working-“

“Boring!” Bob groaned and Violet giggled, a smile of her lips as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. 

“Actually, I was just talking to-“

“Is it work related?”

“… Yes?”

“Then I don’t want to hear it tonight.” Bob looped his arm with Violet’s. “Come celebrate with us! Everyone wants to toast to you and that finale dress! You fucking slayed the house down!”

Violet laughed and rolled her eyes, following him to the table where some of the other designers were waiting, along with a few friends. 

Kade, especially, seemed thrilled to see her, squealing and throwing his arms around her, then immediately pressing a shot into her hand. Several rounds later, Sutan finally showed up, looking a bit frazzled and worried, but recovering nicely as soon as he saw that his girlfriend was all in one piece, safe and emotionally sound.

“Sutan!” Violet gave an uncharacteristic yelp of delight, throwing her arms around Sutan’s neck and placing sweet kisses all over his face, Sutan laughing at the unexpected shower of pecks.

“Heyyy, it’s the boyfriend of the year!” Bob said, looking up at him with a grin as Sutan pulled away from Violet, carefully unpeeling her.

“Hi, Bob,” Sutan smiled. “Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Bob nudged Maxwell on the shoulder, knowing his boyfriend’s little crush was something that gave him endless embarrassment. “Maxwell, say hi to Sutan.”

“Stop it,” Maxwell hissed, then said, “Hi Sutan. Thank you for, um…the models.”

He cringed, and Bob patted him on the back. 

“I hope they were well-behaved. Especially the new ones,” Sutan said. 

“Oh, oh yeah, they did a great job,” Maxwell said. 

“There ya go, that wasn’t so hard,” Bob whispered. 

“I hate you,” Maxwell said under his breath, through gritted teeth, the smile still plastered over his face. He focused back on Sutan, offering, “Would you like to have a seat?”

“Oh, that’s alright, I’m just here to check up on Violet,” he said, passing her a drink. 

“Are we leaving yet?” Violet asked, confused.

“No, no. I still have laps to make. You just stay with your friends. I simply wanted to make sure you were alright and still here. I’d hate to have to sacrifice another set of shoes later.”

Violet’s eyes bulged open. “Sutan!”

“What?” Kade asked, confused. “Shoes? What’s he talking about?”

Bob perked up, deeply interested. What could have made her react so strongly? This sounded like a story he had to hear. 

“Nothing! He’s talking about nothing!” Violet said, shooting a death glare up at him making Sutan laugh.

Bob smiled to himself, lifting another shot to his lips. He’d keep that one under his hat for now; he could always grill Ms. Chachki later, maybe trade it for something once she was back in design. 

Kade leaned forward, resting his chin on his knee, gazing up at Sutan. “Has anyone ever told you that you have real Daddy energy?” he asked, lashes fluttering. 

Maxell immediately turned as red as a beet and elbowed him hard in the ribs. 

“OW!” Kade shrieked. “What?! He does!” 

“Thank you, Kade,” Sutan laughed, “I think?” 

“You’re welcome,” Kade said, leaning back, a smug grin on his face. He stuck his tongue out at Maxwell for good measure. 

Maxwell turned to Bob with a scowl, muttering, “Next time you bring him, don’t forget the shock collar.” 

“Have another drink, Cracks,” Bob said, handing over a shot.

“Um…” Violet looked up at Sutan, blinking slowly. “I actually think I have…had one or two more than I…um…” 

“Are you saying you want to take off?” he asked quietly. 

“Yes,” Violet said. She extended her arm and let Sutan pull her up into a standing position. 

The guys called out their farewells, with Kade sure to sneak in a “Bye Daddy!” before diving into Bob’s lap for protection from Maxwell. 

***

“Mmh,” Raja hummed against Raven’s lips, the two of them kissing. She knew it was the Galactica party, and that she should mingle as much as possible, but Raven was just utterly irresistible tonight.

There was nothing sexier than a Raven who glowed with confidence, who oozed the knowledge that she was hot, that knew she had done a good job, and few things boosted Raven as much as a fashion show gone well.

Raja moved, pressing Raven against the wall, holding her by the waist and kissing her neck, the scent of perfume filling her nose.

“Raj-” Raven moaned, cutting herself off, nudging her with her face. “Raja. My hair.”

Raja looked down, a strand of Raven’s hair caught in her watch, black and silver tangled together.

“Fuck.” Raja moved, which made Raven wince, a laugh escaping both of them as Raven grabbed her wrist and carefully freed her hair. 

“Sorry.” Raja wrinkled her nose, settling her hands on Raven’s hips, giving her a squeeze as she leaned in to kiss her again, when Raven suddenly pulled away.

“Violet!” Raven waved, her boobs pressing against Raja’s chest, her fiancée practically crawling over her shoulder. “Over here!”

Raja turned her head, watching as Sutan and Violet came towards them, her brother smiling and waving back. Violet was clinging to his arm, leaning on his shoulder, and Raja couldn’t help the stab of annoyance at the sight, Violet practically acting like she owned him.

They all greeted each other, Raven grabbing Violet and hugging her tightly as Sutan pressed a kiss against Raja’s cheek, his low rumble switching to Indonesian. 

[Congratulations] Sutan pulled back slightly, [on another job beautifully done.] He grinned, his eyes sparkling, delight dancing in his expression. [You up to split a cab?]

[Not sure I should leave yet. It’s sort of my company.]

[Oh yeah, and you’re doing so much networking over here], Sutan chuckled, wiping a bit of Raven’s lipstick off of the corner of her mouth. 

“Touché,” Raja smirked, allowing her brother to touch her. [Okay, let’s go home.]

“Ooh! I know that word!” Raven perked up, making both Raja and Sutan laugh. “We’re leaving, right?”

“I’m glad to see your language studies are finally picking up, Raven.” Sutan smiled. “It took what? Five years?”

“And for that…“ Raven reached out, taking Sutan’s tie between her fingers, “you can come get the jackets with me.”

Raja hadn’t expected Raven to volunteer, such a menial task something she usually let others do for her, her fiancée the exact spoiled brat Raja herself had created. 

She watched her walk away, but then, Raven glanced over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes, a swing in her hips, and Raja realized that it was a tease just for her, leaving her behind with nothing for company but the throb of her clit.

That, and Violet, of course. 

Violet was leaning against the wall, apparently completely content not to speak, her normally shrewd eyes wandering listlessly over the crowd, head lolling back. She definitely wasn’t her typical put-together self. Too many drinks from the open bar after a day of running around on an empty stomach, she suspected. 

Raja didn’t think she hated Violet, but she didn’t have anything to say to her that wasn’t about work. 

Unless…

The Galactica party was - obviously - filled with beautiful women, and Raja was struck with an idea. She quickly swept the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that stood out from the rest. This would be the perfect time to get her uncensored opinions. 

She tried to remember which model Violet had been enamored with during the casting—unfortunately, she was so annoyed in that moment that she forgot to make note of the girl, but she did seem to remember that it wasn’t one of the waif-y stick-thin ones, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t a white girl, either. 

She spotted someone just right, heading towards the bar. One of their influencers, a sexy Filipino girl with an ass to die for (especially in the thigh-high Louboutins she had on), her long, glossy curls bouncing as she walked. 

“What do you think of her?” Raja nudged Violet’s arm, pointing out the young woman with a subtle nod of her head.

“Marina Summers?”

Raja smirked, not really surprised that Violet knew the name of everyone at the party, even in this state. She was Fame’s assistant after all, so she had probably pored over the guest list, making sure to memorize it all, in case Fame needed it. 

“Yes, her. Cute outfit, right?”

“Mmm. I like her handbag. Very on trend right now,” she said, a slight slur in her voice. 

Raja rolled her eyes. Marina was wearing a low-cut, backless mini-dress that barely covered her ass, but of course her handbag was what Violet commented on. Raja decided to try again, gesturing to a stunning girl with rich, dark skin, an hourglass figure, and a fur coat hanging off her shoulders. All she wanted was for Violet to drunkenly comment on her body, her tits, something she could use.

“What about her? Isn’t she pretty?”

 Violet turned to Raja with a puzzled expression, blinking slowly. “Are you trying to find someone for a campaign?” 

Raja cringed inwardly, realizing what a nightmare it would be for her if Violet repeated their conversation back to Raven. She was disappointed that her plan had failed, but better that than to get in trouble. 

“Yeah. We’re…well, I had an idea to maybe bring some more faces on board for this year’s resort collection. Not just models, but maybe some people with real followings,” she said, covering quickly, adding, “I haven’t talked to Pearl or Alyssa though, what do you think?” 

“Oh, uhh…that’s not really my area.” 

“Fair enough.” Raja sighed, noting with some relief that Sutan and Raven were heading back their way. “Looks like you’re off the hook.”

***

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” Pearl said, winking. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the older woman purred, vodka oozing from her pores as she leaned in to press her lips to Pearl’s cheek. 

Pearl knew that working the room was an important part of her job. (Especially her current company, a brand manager who had been giving them free liquor and bartenders at every party for the past three years in exchange for a rather modest company credit on Galactica’s website.)

However, she’d been at it all evening, and it was starting to get a bit tiresome. Even professional schmoozers needed a break once in awhile. So as soon as she’d extricated herself from the woman’s clutches, she took a deep breath and looked around for a friendly face, maybe a coworker with whom she could chill for a few minutes, just to catch her breath. Luckily, a couple of designers were nearby. And to Pearl’s delight, she noticed that April was among them. 

She wondered why she’d never paid much attention to April previously. After all, she was definitely hot, and talented, and if their conversation earlier was any indication, she liked to play. Pearl fixed her face into a sad expression and approached the designers, looking as dejected as possible. 

“Good lord, Pearl!” Blu exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

Pearl heaved a dramatic sigh. “Yeah…”

“Oh my god…” April muttered, shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” Gia asked.  

“I just, um…have been having a rough…” Pearl sighed again. 

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” April said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink. 

“April!” Blu admonished.

“Guys, she’s full of-” 

“I thought you said that you’d talk to me about…nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you…” Pearl hung her head and turned slowly, taking a few steps away from the table. 

“Pearl! Don’t go!” Gia cried. “April, what’s wrong with you?!”

“Ay dios mio…”

April hurried to catch up with her, just like Pearl hoped she would, grabbing her arm. 

“Would you knock it off?” she hissed into her ear. 

Pearl turned to her with a mischievous smirk. “Knock what off?”

“You are some piece of work.” April rolled her eyes. 

“You love it.”

“I need another drink if I’m gonna hang out with you.” 

“So, you do want to hang out with me, then,” Pearl said triumphantly.

April scowled at her, but then a smile began to crack through, and she turned on her heel, marching towards the bar. Pearl followed, checking out her pert little ass in the process. Very nice. 

“Hey, can we get two double shots of Don Q rum?” April asked the bartender. 

“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” Pearl asked, flashing a grin at her as she slid in beside her. 

“I’m trying to make the experience of being with you more enjoyable,” April replied.

“Wow. A dagger, straight to the heart.”

April laughed, taking the shots from the bartender with a nod and shoving one towards Pearl, letting their fingers touch briefly. She bit her lip, looking at Pearl in the eyes, raising her glass. Pearl lifted hers as well. 

“Salud,” Pearl said. 

“Salud,” April replied, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth before tossing back most of the rum in one gulp. 

Pearl grinned, impressed, downing hers as well. 

[honeydewdelight]

Hello I need to talk about my ship headcannons SO LETS GO

In the show:

twilight X Pinkie: this was not what I used to ship. I used to ship Pinkie and Rainbow and while I still think that's a cute pairing, I don't think anyone in a 5 mile radius would survive if those 2 were together. TwiPie was something I didn't expect to ship but the art honestly convinced me, and I think their dynamic could be super cute. Maybe twilight could calm pinkie down a bit while pinkie gets twily out of her shell more.

Applejack X Rarity: I ship it more in EG than in the show but i like both versions. I could never really see applejack and rainbow dash together tbh. I kinda headcannon that they did try but ultimately figured that they werent great for each other, and thus AJ got with Rarity instead.

Fluttershy X Discord: I can't not ship it. They married. You can't argue with it. They married and fluttershy goes to live with discord in his dimension. Discord made it so that fluttershy can always move freely though the 2 dimensions, making her the only pony capable of doing so, ever.

Starlight Glimmer X a sack of dirt: don't like her she can eat dirt

Starlight Glimmer X Trixie: okay fine she can have Trixie but ONLY IF SHE PLAYS NICE.

Pear Butter X Chiffon Swirl: they at least dated at some point. Chiffon loved her a lot but knew they wanted to lead different lives. She broke it off but they always stayed very close friends.

Mostly in EG:

Fluttershy X Rainbow Dash: again a ship I wasn't sold on immediately, but I'll always be a sucker for childhood besties to lovers, and I notice that Rainbow is often the reason for Fluttershy to push herself out of her comfort zone and often improves as a direct result of it. Rainbow is Uber protective of Flutters but also learns a great deal about patience.

Sunset Shimmer x Pinkie Pie: these 2 are in a QPR. they live together and are very physically close with each other. Worlds tightest dymamic duo. They love gaming together, but Sunset often likes to play more brutal shooters while pinkie likes old games or slice of life games. So when Pinkie notices Sunny needs to blow off some steam she puts on a shooter for her while pinkie watches and lays on her lap.

Sunset Shimmer x Sci Twi: sunset is always a confident flirt but when it comes to twi she's an honest mess. Twi finds it super adorable tho, and slowly figures out Sunny's feelings (with tanks to the wingman skills of Pinkie) Twi is okay with the dynamic between Sunny and Pinkie, and also becomes pretty close with Pinkie. While she often sleeps over at their appartment, she really prefers to have her own space so doesn't move in with them. Sunny is very understanding.

AJ x Rarity: I mean duh, even the staff ships it. I like EG RariJack more than show/pony RariJack. I think they can admire and bond over each others love for their little sister, and often go out with the 4 of them. Its brought sweetie and Rarity closer as well.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Do you have any top tier horse yuri fic recs?

Hmm, i got a couple, lemme think

This one is a very sweet slice of life EG Sunset x Scitwi one, its got a lovely interpretation of the characters; With the expected but very welcome pairing of cool punk girl and adorable nerd. and i plan on doing fanart of it! The writer knows her stuff nyeheh =v= This is the best "Rarity and Applejack get drunk together and mushy stuff happens" Fic i seen out there, a trope that is surprisingly recurring, ive seen others like this! But this one is the best, hands down. A mutual of mine wrote it and its just a wonderful time! This one is a super fun horror esque rarijack fic where rarity is haunted and applejack tries to help her. its got fantastic prose and its just damn lovely! I've done fanart of it before, its a sweet one, and its also just a really interesting direction to take Rarity's character that i'm almost sad to not see more of. Overpowered rarity whennnn Although i don't ship twilight and trixie, this fic of this pairing, that is still ongoing, is fucking hilarious. The comedy has wonderful timing, and the takes on the characters are endlessly entertaining

Stay tuned to this wonderful fic of Rarijack anthros (Inspired by the ones i designed, too!!) 'cause its gonna have a sex sequel that i've already gotten a sneak peek or two of, and i'm frotthing at the mouth about it. biting things even (i sketched the cover btw!)

This fic isn't rly horse yuri but its 1000 words of Sunset Shimmer being the utter insane badass i always wished she was; and I will continue writing her like so. I'm glad to see another writer also concidered the same

If you're like me, and think that sex is funny, this fic and it's two sequels are for you. Sunset Shimmer throws a party of deranged proportions that ends in debauchery and indulgence that nearly destroys the fabric of equestria; and it's consequences are hilarious. This is a rly cute short trans rarity fic, and it has a delightful amount of rarijack within. utterly adorbs. Almost sad to see it so short! Finaly, i'd be amiss to not recommend the fics i've written myself; Here are my two biggest and most awesomest i've done: The Return of Midnight Sparkle Is a take on MLP where there is no EG universe, and rather, Sunset Shimmer is brought to the mane 6 per twilight's request, and she absolutely does not feel like she belongs, and its a narrative about her desperate attempts of fitting in; and dealing with the fallout of her failings. I put an inordinate amount of effort on this one, even drawing covers for each chapter. I went DERRANGED with the idea of "what if sunset shimmer was on FIM and also it was gay as fuck." i basicaly wrote an entire season of the show and its finale. If you're a fan of Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle as a pairing, cannot recommend enough. Here's some of the art i made for it. Insanely sick chapter covers im super proud of The Princess and the Peasant is an all you can eat buffet for Rarijack enjoyers, I've taken the baseline of the story of "shrek 1" and i made it about Applejack and Rarity; And also expanded upon it and fixed some of the annoyances with the og story (No third act misunderstanding! On the contrary. Third act understanding. SEX.) The humble farmer Applejack has to rescue fair Princess Rarity from a dragon keep, and escort her across Equestria to ensure that her farm and family are safe. Of course, on the journey, those two grow a bit close... Too close. VEry very very veyr close. Here's a comic i've made of one of my fave scenes of it lmaooo Cannot express enough; If you're a fan of rarijack? This fic is EVERYTHING for you.

[shiftingwithjaidyn]

🕸️,🍎, &🌊!

answering for my writer/fame dr

|| shifting ask game 🕸️; where will you be when you first wake up in your dr? what clothes will you be in?

very basic, i know, but i'll wake up in my room! i want to wake up somewhere where i am already comfortable in (especially since i mostly do sleep methods.). plus, i really want to wake up to my sweetheart princess of meow meow kitty kingdom mari໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i'm personally very obsessed in anything vintage and romanticizing my life in general/in every single universe being the drama queen that i amso i'll probably be wearing those pretty vintage slip-on night gowns/dresses

🍎; what are three songs that remind you of your dr and why?

● midnight city - m83 - this song reminds me so so sooo much of l.a. (it was a close tie between lady killers II by g-eazy) and the song itself is sort if adrenaline rush was a song which i'll most likely feel the moment i first shift. ● there she goes - the la's - this song is more on how i see myself in my dr/my vibes in my dr, y'know? i've always been a fan of 2000s rom-coms and i've always wanted to be sort of a main caracter in one, so i'm always so happy and thankful whenever someone says i do have that type of personality/aura and i'd like to have it in this reality as well! ● no 1. party anthem - arctic monkeys - this song can be interpreted in numerous ways and while majority of them are a pretty sad interpretation (and i can do a whole essay on every single one but let's do that some other time), i genuinely adore this song with my whole heart and consider it as a love song about me and my dr s/o. there's a specific verse in its bridge "the look of love, the rush of blood. the "she's with me"s, the gallic shrug. the shutterbugs, the camera plus the black & white and the colour dodge." that brings me to my knees and make me go "hey that's us!". me and my dr s/o sort of have a love at first sight (the look of love, the rush of blood) friends-to-lovers trope, so obviously there's a lot of mutual pining and slow burn there, but i think it's sort of bittersweet to have those moments. not in a "oh, i want to be cheesy and corny and blah" (which you can do obviously but that is not my intention here personally), but in a "we get the chance to understand each other to a deeper level that no one else can, but there's this risk, and it's up to us if we want to take it or not.". especially with the fact that we don't act upon our feelings until much later (thought a lot of our friends already speculate || "the "she's with me"s, the gallic shrug") also connects me to this song more for this song is a representation of longing and yearning for someone who you're unsure if they like you back especially knowing everyone has their eyes on the both of you (because he's a well-known actor and i'm a well-known writer || "the camera plus the black & white and the colour dodge") (there's so much words for the last song omg i'm so sorry y'all my lover girl slipped out of her cage.)

🌊; pretend your dr has one of those filler-beach-day episodes. what’s everyone doing?

omgg this reminded me of a scene in this show i'm a part of in my dr (yellowjackets) where it does have a filler-beach-day episode (well more like scene and they were in a lake but whateverrr) anyway, going back to the question! i'm mostly close with drag queens in my dr since i've worked for rupaul's drag race (the og and all stars) for about 10 years so i can only imagine most of the queens like shea couleé, trixie mattel, katya zamolodchikova, violet chacki, jaida essence hall, plastique tiara, etc. relaxing in the corner enjoying the sun and other queens like nymphia wind, dawn, gottmik, symone, plasma, kandy muse, xunami muse, morphi, naomi smalls, bob the drag queen, monet x change, etc. probably ready to drown each other during a game of beach volleyball. (i'm so sorry if this answer's like super messy and not accurate to the question my head is so empty rn HDJKFHSKFHDSJ)

this was such a fun questionnaire session tysmmm gaiaaa!!!! <3333

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Red Carpet Dreams

Y/N gets caught up in the chaos that is the premier for Jackass Number Two.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.9k Words

Warnings: Very suggestive content, crude language, drug use, alcohol, prostitutes, near drowning, partying (it’s Jackass), fake relationship, flirting, paparazzi

An: Aaaaaa!! I had so much fun with this one!! For all who sent in asks- thank you!! I’ve been writing a lot more recently and I’m working on more requests at the moment so look forward to them!! :)

“Hi! My name’s Katie Cordoba, and I’m here at the premiere of the new feature film, Jackass Number Two!” The red lipped, smizing news lady chattered into the camera, obviously feigning excitement. You rolled your eyes at the charade- four years ago, those Hollywood bigwigs would’ve turned up their noses at those guys, but now they’re all over it, as Johnny would put it to you, like flies on shit.

You blended in pretty well with the rest of the crowd, all eagerly looking around, waiting for the big Hollywood movie stars to make their appearances. It made you wonder what normal premieres were like, with everyone fully dressed, mostly sober, and generally law abiding. But just as you were mulling it over, the first guest was arriving.

As the car door popped open, Steve practically fell out, however the beer in his hand was miraculously unscathed as he tumbled to the cement, as was the cigarette hanging from his teeth. Getting to his feet, he didn’t even bother to pull up his pants that were now sitting about six inches below the waistband of his gray tartan Hanses. His skinny, shirtless body was bathed in a flurry of camera flashes, stroking his already swollen ego.

Following behind him, and catching you off guard, came a woman you had never seen before. Of course, people went wild over this, shoving microphones in his face from all angles. “Steve-O!! Steve-O, who is this dashing young woman you’re with?” The lady from before muscled past you, shoulder pads and all. “Well,” Steve wrapped an arm around her cockily, slurring his words, “this here is my girl, Trixie!” She giggled. The reporter lady probed more, “Oh, you two are just adorable!! How did you two meet?”

“I saw her on a street corner a few blocks from here!” He seemed to catch the reporter off guard, something stilling behind her eyes. Leave it to Steve to bring a prostitute to a movie premiere. You could hear her start to say something then stop. “Well, I, uh- I hope you two have a nice evening.” Steve grinned, taking a drag, “Oh, you know we will!” And there he went down the red carpet, giving her a firm slap on the ass.

Following behind him with that goofy smile was Chris, boasting one lady on each arm. To all your scrutinizing, they seemed perfectly normal, not paid by the hour women. He stood for a moment in his slacks and suit jacket, posing for paparazzi photos, beaming. He whispered something to one of the girls that made her eyes go wide before unbuttoning the jacket, taking it off and throwing it over his shoulder…and exposing his lack of a shirt. Of course, you weren't complaining, and judging by the excited roar that swept through the crowd, neither was anybody else. Turning to follow after Steve, he put an arm around each, “Let’s rock n roll, girls! Yeah!”

Another car pulled up, and Ryan walked out, cool as always behind those sunglasses. He didn’t even bother to dress himself up, wearing the same clothes he passed out in last night when you had to drag him back to the hotel from the bar. “Ah! Ryan! Tell us about the new movie!” Another interviewer held a boom mic out to him, a camera guy over his shoulder with one of those CRTV sized pieces that probably cost a year of your salary. He shot a look over you as he leaned against the metal rail nonchalantly. “I mean, this one- we decided to kinda take it in another direction. It's a sexual thriller, yeah. Oh, and while filming it, Knoxville died- horrible accident. He actually-“

Blindsiding him, Bam hurled a handful of flour at him, the cloud covering not just Ryan but anybody within a 3 foot radius, including the interviewer and, by extension, you. After accidentally inhaling some, you nearly hacked up a lung, the flour sticking to the inside of your throat like paste. Through the dense white cloud, you could barely make out Bam tackling Ryan to the ground, tumbling with him for a moment. As the dust cleared, Bam threw up the horns at one of the big cameras pointed in his face, yanking Ryan to his feet. As the two hauled ass down the carpet, leaving as soon as they arrived, Bam leaned down to pick up his board, which you didn’t even notice that he rode in on.

It had been about half an hour since the event had officially started, and your little starlet still hadn’t arrived. He was fashionably late, as usual- Knoxville didn’t do anything fast- the closest he got was doing speed. Bam would tell the media that Johnny wasn’t there because he punched the intern that got his Jamba Juice order wrong and they were bandaging his sore little knuckles, but it usually was from traffic. That seemed to be the case once again.

But when that shiny black limo pulled up, and Johnny stepped out with those glinting Crest teeth and his sharp Hollywood three piece suit, you almost forgot that he was the same man that you saw a month prior farting on Jeff with baby powder in his crack. Of course, everyone went wild at his mere presence, earning an appreciative chuckle from him as the crowd buzzed like a hive of bees. You smiled, not even caring that you were blinded by camera flashes that flanked you.

All of a sudden, you felt a hand grab your arm and pull. It took you a few panicked seconds for you to realize that you were on the carpet. Moreso, it took the warmth that was pressed against your back to murmur close to your ear for you to really get what was going on. “Just be cool, Y/N.”

Johnny’s head whipped back up, smirking back at the cameras while guiding you with his hand around your waist like nothing was out of the ordinary. You stared like a deer in headlights with a dumb smile on your face, finally understanding what it looked like from the other side of the barricade. And, of course, he just had to walk you over to that reporter lady, waving around her microphone like an idiot. “Johnny! Johnny- over here!” She feigned a smile, hiding exasperation, “We’ve seen so many, uh- lovely couples tonight, so I am just dying to know who you’ve got here!”

“Well this here is Y/N.” He pulled you closer, his hand grasping you near his torso again as he leaned down to the mic, his chin resting on your shoulder, “And they are allll mine, so don’t you fellas be ‘gettin any ideas!” He pointed to the cameras like he was addressing the viewers at home. You blushed, giggling at his joke that he obviously made to get you to loosen up. The lady beamed, convinced at your charade. “Wow! How long have you two been together?” Unable to come up with an idea, you leaned into Johnny, “You know, I actually think the movie’s starting soon! So we really have to go- sorry!” The lady nodded, saying something to the camera crew as you hustled through the doors. “You did so good there!” He excitedly patted you on the back as you got into the theater. “I had no idea what I was doing!”

“Hi! I'm Johnny Knoxville, and welcome to the premier of Jackass Number Two!” The packed theater cheered as Johnny spoke at the lectern, looking more like an actual movie star under the lights of the stage than he usually did in his dickies and t-shirts, the light glinting off of his glasses as he continued, “But…I would be remiss not to introduce the fine men that risked their lives- and livers- to make this film possible. Let’s bring ‘em out, boys!”

Like the most demented parade ever, they did. Starting with Steve, who came in walking on a pair of aluminum stilts. Though you knew he knew how to use him, he made a big show of looking like he was losing his balance, teetering for a moment before tipping stern first, landing flat on his face with a clatter and an, “Ah, fuck!” Snickering, Johnny feigned concern, turning to him, “Hey, you alright, Steve- O?” He laid there really still in the fetal position for a moment, the crowd holding with baited breath, before he gave a stiff nod.

In the midst of the horde cheering, you could hear music from somewhere in the theater. You, and maybe half the people in attendance , knew exactly what that meant. And while Steve was still there on the ground, groaning and fiddling with the leather straps of the stilts, in from stage right comes Mr. Party Boy himself. “Sounds like someone called for a party!” From your seat in the front row, you were actually close enough to catch the pair of tear away pants Pontius discarded as he stripped down to his silver mankini, dancing onstage. Giggling, you sat back in your seat, watching everything play out in front of you.

Oh, and did it play out. As the finale for the grand display, an orange blur flew in from one side of the stage- Dunn’s motorcycle. You were a little scared, having no idea how it got up there, but all you could do was stare However, it took him hitting the brakes hard, leaving an inky black skid mark on the wood, for you to notice Bam, who was getting pulled behind like he was water skiing on his skateboard.

He landed, sprawled on the laps of 3 different people in the front row, his board disappearing completely backstage. After the initial groan from the impact, he burst into laughter. He was about a seat or two away from you as he rolled off of the people, leaving them to sputter and straighten their suits and fancy dresses, muttering about how he dressed or what a roughian he was. “Dude!” He scrambled to his feet, grabbing your arm and yanking you up.

Before you knew it, you were up onstage, staring back at the packed theater. Goddamn it, it happened again. Johnny looked confused at what Bam did before he caught on, cackling. “Oh! Last, but not certainly least, Bam reminded me that we would all like to thank our very lovely manager, Y/N, for gettin’ us off our sorry asses so we could be here tonight!” Johnny pulled you in, his muscular arm firmly around your shoulders as the crowd roared in applause. You stared at the sight in front of you unbelievingly, wide eyed. Johnny chuckled. “Alright, let’s get this thing started!

And the premiere went great!! The audience loved the film from the title screen to when the credits rolled. When the theater wasn't nearly vibrating from laughs, it was full of gasps and cringing at some of the more painful moments. Hell, you heard a good handful of the vomit bags the red velvet clad ushers handed out at the door were filled by the end, which brought you a strange sense of pride.

The trouble came, however, with the after-party.

“Come oooon, Y/N!” Steve hung onto you as you two sat on the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulders. He was like a round vase, wobbling around even though he was sitting. “It's not that bad…Knoxville does this shit! Maybe if you tried some, you could get that damn stick outta your ass.” He looked up at you with pupils that eclipsed his irises, making him look eerie in the multicolor club lights. You rolled your eyes. “No way!” He looked at you adoringly, “He does, I swear.” Misinterpreting you, he giggled, “Hey- Hey. Have I ever told you that I love you?” Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, peeling his arm off of you. “Yeah, right. You’re just high.” He had a sort of feigned earnestness as he rambled, hushed and surprisingly coherent. “First of all- its MDMA. Second of all- I really do, baby! You’re, like- the love of my life. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you!” He was so distracted by talking that he didn’t even notice when you got up and walked over to Chris at the pool table. He just sat there, speaking to nobody in particular.

“Hey, Y/N! How’s it goi- aagh!” His speech was cut off as Chris got hit square in the balls with an 8 ball. It was certainly a sight, seeing him spread eagle on the green felt, wearing nothing but the silver mankini, his very exposed skin illuminated by the dim yellow ceiling lamp. “Oh shit! Are- are you okay?” Holding his crotch, he winced for a moment before falling over, tumbling to the side with a grin. He nodded, putting you at ease a little. You breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, Steve told me to tell you that he’s over on the couch if you wanna hang.” Not passing up at any opportunity to bro out, he headed over to him, smiling like a golden retriever.

Just as he left, your vision caught the pool from the corner of your eye. Since the party was held at the VIP suite of a hotel, the room had everything- of course the pool table, but you also had a deluxe lighting system, an open bar, and, of course, a private swimming pool. Curious and hot, you crept outside to investigate.

The second you opened the sliding glass door, you were drenched by a wave. Opening your eyes, you saw Bam in the pool, flipping his hair back as the people around him cheered. You’d later find out he did a ‘super badass gainer’, as he put it. The chlorinated water permitted your clothes, leaving you bitter and dripping wet as Bam laughed at you, finding this hilarious. Grumbling, you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs with a broken strap, dripping onto the pavement.

And just as you sat down, Ryan came waltzing by on the deck, clearly drunk off his ass as he dragged his feet. One minute, he was up and walking- the next? Plunk. In the water. He didn’t even try to swim up, just sort of sitting down there, bubbles rising from his lips down by the bright, medically white LED pool lights. If you weren’t so worried about him, you might say he looked like a peaceful wet specimen down there.

But your veiw of him was erased- ripples and splashes distorting the reflection of him as he was quickly hoisted out from under his shoulders. Of course, that's what it took for people to stop staring at Bam, being the attention whore he was. Ryan’s savior grinned, laying him out flat on the cement, “Now this is why you should always have a lifeguard on duty, boys and girls. That’s what I- Bunny the Lifeguard- am able to save this young man’s life. I’m just gonna perform a little mouth to mouth and he should be just fine!”

Just as Chris slowly leaned down, about an inch from his face- Pow! Ryan’s fist shot up, planting one on him square in the jaw as he lurched up, coughing up water and soaking his t-shirt for the second time that night. Once he got it all up, he sputtered out, “Holy shit- dude! Are you alright?” Pontius rubbed his jaw, wiggling it a little to try and get it back into place, still smiling, “Yeah, man!” He helped him to his feet like nothing happened, the two chuckling.

As the night grew darker, a breeze blew past you, making you shiver in your seat, ushering you back into the party, warm with bodies in motion. The music R&B- loud but dull, the kind that made the insides of your ears tickle. Leaning against the wall, you looked around you at the party, everyone flirting and talking and laughing. But your head just throbbed.

“Hey, sweetheart. Can I buy you a drink?” Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice as you head whipped around, your vision dark as your face landed firmly in the vintage t-shirt covering Johnny’s chest. “Woah there…little forward, are we?” You could feel the skin and muscle right beneath the fabric. It felt warm, comforting- nice, in a weird way. He grinned as you quickly pulled away. “I’m pretty sure this is an open bar.” He raised his eyebrows with a gleam of hope, “Well, what’s your poison?”

Johnny looked at you with sweet dark eyes as he glanced over his sunglasses, close enough that you could smell the booze on his breath, “I’m sure you’d be more comfortable in some dry clothes, baby. I got a real nice shirt you could wear.” You gulped down the liquid at the bottom of your red solo cup, his attempts at flirting getting less cringy as you got more drunk. “That’s cute. Hey, why aren’t you hangin’ with Steve? I’m sure he’d be happy to let you help him do lines off some dead hooker’s ass.” Your giggling at your own joke was quieted as he gently held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning you to face him.

“Y/N- If anything, I’d rather do lines off of yours. God knows you have a great one.”

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: You've Done Enough Damage

Summary: (Y/N) has had enough of Eve and Lucifer.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as they walked into the kitchen and found Eve all over Lucifer. Apparently they were officially together. (Y/N) was, of course, not a fan. Not at all. They didn’t like any part of it.

            First of all, Eve was annoying. She pulled everyone else into her issues, and if there was one thing (Y/N) hated, it was cleaning up other people’s messes. Why should they have to deal with Eve’s ridiculousness on top of the drama they created for themself? (Y/N) was already a trans teenager with mental health issues and a penchant for bad luck. They didn’t need any help from Eve getting into trouble.

            Second of all, the crazy antics Eve pulled Lucifer into were getting on (Y/N)’s nerves. Eve had convinced Lucifer to let her come alone with him to help on cases with Chloe. Not only was that a terrible idea since Chloe wasn’t fond of Eve’s affect on Lucifer, either, but it meant that Lucifer was back to being more irresponsible instead of actually productive with Chloe. (Y/N) didn’t like that change. Plus, Eve’s ideas of fun involved a lot of things (Y/N) really didn’t care for, and although Lucifer had refrained from participating in quite a few of Eve’s plans, it didn’t change that he was involved by still being there and letting Eve keep going.

            Most of all, though, the issue was with Lucifer. He claimed he was happy and glad he was with someone who accepted him, but (Y/N) knew the truth. They understood that Lucifer was unhealthily coping with the disappointment and heartbreak he had experienced when Chloe was still working through her feelings when she discovered he really was the Devil. Unfortunately, Lucifer’s reaction was to throw himself into acting more like what people thought the Devil was like, and although he pretended to be happy and satisfied since Eve adored him “as he was,” (Y/N) wasn’t an idiot.

            Lucifer was unhappy. He felt uncomfortable in his own identity and was latching onto any sort of approval to try to cope with his insecurity. Unfortunately, that meant listening to Eve and going along with her antics for her adoration, even if it was clear Lucifer didn’t really feel true fulfillment from acting like the Devil he was thousands of years ago.

            (Y/N) clicked their tongue. Sure, they had some terrible habits due to their own mental health (see: never trusting others completely and usually expecting them to not accept (Y/N) for who they were), but that didn’t mean they’d let Lucifer run around going crazy or let Eve push him into becoming who he wasn’t, not anymore.

            (Y/N) turned away from the kitchen and walked away. Something would have to give, soon. (Y/N) couldn’t keep living in the penthouse and see Lucifer let who he was be run into the ground just for some silly approval from a woman who couldn’t see who he really was, no matter how much she was sure of the opposite.

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            The elevator doors opened, and (Y/N) perked up, hoping to see Em.

            Hoping? When did I start hoping to see them? thought (Y/N), frowning.

            Still, it wasn’t Em coming back from training with Maze. It was Trixie.

            “Trixie?” (Y/N) sat up. It had been a while since they saw Trixie.

            “Hey, (Y/N),” she said. “Is Lucifer here?”

            “Uh, no. He’s out with Eve,” said (Y/N).

            Trixie huffed and frowned.

            (Y/N) grinned. “You’re not a fan either, are you?”

            “My mom is worried about Lucifer, but she won’t come and check on him, so I came myself,” said Trixie. She looked at (Y/N). “Is it true that he isn’t okay?”

            “Kind of true, kind of not,” said (Y/N). “It’s complicated.”

            “That’s what adults always say. Be honest,” said Trixie.

            “Lucifer is figuring some stuff out about himself,” said (Y/N). “And, being completely honest, it’s a bit tricky.”

            Trixie considered, looking at (Y/N), and then nodded, accepting the teenager/fellow kid’s opinion. “What can we do to help him?”

            “We can try talking to him, but sometimes he can be pretty clueless,” sighed (Y/N).

            “We can team up, then! With both us, then he has to listen,” said Trixie decidedly, sitting down.

(Y/N) chuckled. They weren’t sure if it would work, but they were glad someone else wanted to help Lucifer (and Chloe. So they could both be happy. Together).

            The elevator doors slid open again, and Lucifer and Eve walked in.

            “Look, I just think you’re holding yourself back because of her,” said Eve to Lucifer. He sighed and looked away uncomfortably as Eve continued, “I just think she might be a little too involved in your life.”

            (Y/N) eyes narrowed, and their fingers curled around the red feather necklace they wore in an effort not to show their annoyance. Still, the shadows around their feet curled slightly in reaction to their emotions.

            “Oh, well, that is preposterous—Oh, (Y/N),” said Lucifer, brightening when he saw them. He blinked when he saw Trixie. “And the Detective’s offspring.”

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N) casually.

            “Does your mother know you’re here?” said Lucifer, looking at Trixie uncertainly.

            “Yes,” said Trixie.

            Okay, so that’s a lie, thought (Y/N), but they weren’t about to expose Trixie. It wasn’t like she was somewhere dangerous. It was Lucifer. He wouldn’t let Trixie get hurt on his watch.

            “Well, what are you doing here?” asked Lucifer.

            “I came here to make sure you’re okay,” said Trixie earnestly. “My mom said you needed a friend.” She looked at Eve. “But it…looks like you have one already.”

            “He can always do with more,” said (Y/N).

            “Hi, I’m Eve,” said Eve, smiling at Trixie.

            Trixie narrowed her eyes doubtfully and crossed her arms. (Y/N) held back a chuckle.

            Eve faced Trixie and (Y/N). The poor woman looked at the pair and smiled before sitting. She was still determined to win them over. (Because third time’s the charm, right? thought (Y/N))

            While Lucifer poured himself a drink, knowing this was going to be quite something, Eve sat down across from the pair and let Trixie begin her interrogation.

            “Where do you live?” asked Trixie.

            “Here,” said Eve.

            “Where are you from?” questioned Trixie.

            “Far away. I came here for Lucifer,” said Eve.

            “No way, really?” said (Y/N) sarcastically.

            “Have you ever been married?” continued Trixie.

            “Yes. It didn’t work out,” said Eve honestly. At least she had truthfulness going for her.

            “How come?” asked Trixie.

            “We weren’t right for each other,” answered Eve.

            “What do you do for work?” said Trixie.

            “I don’t,” replied Eve. “Pretty much just get to be me.”

            And convince Lucifer to not be himself, thought (Y/N).

            “Well…that’s kinda cool,” admitted Trixie. “What’s your favorite color?”

            “Red. What’s yours?” asked Eve.

            “I’m asking the questions,” said Trixie, and (Y/N) snorted in amusement.

            Lucifer sighed as he watched the back-and-forth continue. “Would you excuse me whilst I do something less mind-numbingly boring, like, uh…color-sort my suits?” He stood up, and none of the people sitting on the couch acknowledged his departure, still just staring at one another.

            “…Are you the kind of friend Lucifer needs right now?” asked Trixie softly.

            “I hope so,” said Eve gently as Lucifer paused in the doorway of his room before leaving. “I care about him very much.”

            “If you care about him, why don’t you accept him for who he is?”

            Eve’s eyes went to (Y/N) when they asked their own question for the first time. “What do you mean? I do accept him.”

            “You accept the Lucifer you knew years ago. I don’t think you really know this Lucifer,” said (Y/N), gazing at Eve evenly. It wasn’t a cruel statement; it was merely (Y/N)’s thoughts.

            Eve furrowed her brow in confusion. “I—”

            The elevator doors dinged, and two men walked out. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they raised their guns. Eve jumped up and pushed Trixie behind her. At the same moment, (Y/N) moved in front of the young girl and narrowed their eyes.

            “Lucifer!” shouted Eve worriedly.

            “I didn’t think there’d be anyone else here,” sneered one man. “But…can’t have any witnesses, so…” He trailed off darkly and raised the gun higher.

            “Please, please!” said Eve, holding Trixie farther behind her.

            Two things happened at once. Lucifer’s hand smashed through the mirror wall of his bar, grabbed one man, and pulled him through widely. When the other man’s head snapped towards the movement in shock, (Y/N) curled their hand into a fist, and a shadow grabbed his ankle. Trixie couldn’t see from behind Eve, so (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to drag the man to the ground and knock the gun away from him with their abilities. To anyone else, it just looked like the guy stumbled and fell in shock.

            “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” said Eve, hurrying Trixie out of the room, and (Y/N) backed up with them, keeping their eyes on the man they had knocked down.

            Lucifer smashed through the other mirror and stalked angrily towards the man. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Lucifer didn’t give him a chance and shoved him back down. The man flew back and hit a wall.

            “What the hell are you?!” cried the man, staring at Lucifer. He grabbed for his gun, but Lucifer gripped his wrist harshly, and the man let out a strangled cry.

            “Tiernan sent you, didn’t he?” snapped Lucifer.

            “Yeah! Yeah!” cried the man fearfully, in pain.

            “Dad! Stop, you’ve done enough!” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer froze as soon as he heard their voice. He turned to face (Y/N) and saw them staring at him hard.

            “Dad, just call Chloe. She’ll know what to do. He’ll get what he deserves,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer’s eyes widened. The same words Eve had used, but (Y/N) was asking him to stop punishing this man. Eve would tell him he was doing what was right. But knowing that (Y/N) wanted him to stop and they would support him not being angry, not going out of his way to cause pain…that was more important to Lucifer. And it would be him acting as he wanted, no expectations from anyone…

            Before Lucifer came to his conclusion, however, the elevator doors opened for a third time that night, and Chloe and Dan ran out of the elevator. Behind them were several police officers who immediately went to grab the men as Lucifer backed up.

            “Where is she? Where’s Trixie?” said Dan worriedly.

            “She’s safe. She’s in the bedroom,” said (Y/N), nodding to the side room.

            “Mommy! Daddy!” As soon as Dan and Chloe ran towards the room, Trixie ran out and hugged her parents, frightened and relieved they were there.

            They both embraced her tightly, taking deep breaths in relief at her being safe and unharmed.

            “Monkey, you’re okay,” said Chloe, tearing up in relief. “You’re okay! I love you, Honey.” She hugged her tighter. “You’re alright.”

            Lucifer, Eve, and (Y/N) looked on as the parents hugged their child in pure relief that she was safe. (Y/N)’s hands curled into fists, and their eyes went to Eve and Lucifer. Those men had come to punish Lucifer for something. And (Y/N) would bet Eve had something to do with that.

            And (Y/N) never lost a bet.

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            “Why the hell did those two men come here?” snapped (Y/N) the instant everyone else was gone.

            “They were here to get back at Lucifer for punishing Julian,” said Eve proudly.

            “You what?!” The shadows around (Y/N) flared to light, and they turned on Lucifer.

            He winced and looked away. He didn’t want to see (Y/N)’s disappointment. “I…I couldn’t let him keep hurting people.”

            “Damn it, Chloe would have found him! You and I both know that!” said (Y/N). They furrowed their brow in frustration. “So why?! This isn’t you.”

            “He punishes people so they don’t harm anyone else,” said Eve.

            “Oh, shut up!” snapped (Y/N). “You’ve done enough damage.” They glared at Eve and Lucifer. “I refuse to stand here while you get more and more insecure over who you are and let yourself become who you aren’t. My dad doesn’t harm people when they’re already going to get what they deserve.”

            Lucifer flinched, and he stared at his child in horror. He was realizing how much he was hurting them. He had betrayed (Y/N)’s trust. And they were completely right. He wasn’t acting like himself. He was trying to be the Devil, a singular identity that he had left behind. He was the Devil in name, but he wasn’t who he had been so long ago.

            “As long as you’re going to keep acting like this and keep letting her convince you to act out, I don’t want to be here,” said (Y/N). Their gaze turned onto Eve. “You want companionship. You want to find who you are. Fine. I hope you find yourself. But tying yourself to Lucifer, making everything about him and trying to make him like the Lucifer you knew, that’s unacceptable. So both of you just…stop.”

            (Y/N) whiled around and left the room, leaving their anger and disappointment hanging in the air.

            “Oh, my…” said Eve. She looked at Lucifer. “What are you going to do?”

            “What do you mean?” said Lucifer dully.

            “I mean, Julian’s father obviously sent those men. Shouldn’t we do something?” asked Eve. “He could’ve gotten (Y/N) and Trixie killed. We’ve been looking for the worst of the worst.”

            Lucifer took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fighting off the idea of (Y/N) harmed. “Yes. It’s time for Tiernan to get what he deserves. But I need to do this on my own.” I need to make (Y/N) proud.

            “Oh,” said Eve, deflating.

            Lucifer walked out of the room.

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            Lucifer pushed Tiernan to Chloe and the other LAPD officers. He had done what was right, something (Y/N) would be proud of. Instead of harming Tiernan, he was ensuring he would be completely punished for his crimes instead of just being hurt by Lucifer. He was being who he really was now, not who Eve had reminded him he had been.

            “I…happened to be walking past Tiernan’s office and overheard him talking about leaving town,” said Lucifer, saying the parts of the truth that wouldn’t reveal everything. “As a concerned citizen, I felt it was my civic duty to bring him in so he can properly face the punishment he deserves.”

            Chloe looked at him. “Why’d you do it?”

            “Someone made me remember who I am. I haven’t been acting like myself,” said Lucifer.

            Chloe’s gaze softened. She knew that it was once again Lucifer’s concern for (Y/N) saving him. The pair’s familial bond had grown so strong.

            “I might’ve gone a bit too far, recently. I hope it’s not too late,” said Lucifer.

            “You looked, didn’t you? You looked for…” She looked around and whispered. “Your wings. And (Y/N) spoke to you.”

            Lucifer took a shaky breath. “I did.” He had seen his wings, the result of everything he was becoming as he acted out. (Y/N) was right. He wasn’t acting like himself, and his wings had changed along with him.

            “You did the right thing, Lucifer,” said Chloe. “(Y/N) will be proud. You know they care about you. They want what’s best for you.”

            “And I want the same for them,” said Lucifer.

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            “Thank you for coming,” said Kinley to Chloe as she walked in.

            “I only came to tell you to stop putting in requests to speak to me; we have nothing to talk about,” said Chloe sharply.

            “I’m sorry,” said Kinley, standing in his cell. “I don’t have much time. They’re going to transfer me back to Rome to be tried there.”

            “Oh,” said Chloe blandly. “I can’t say I’m sad to see you go.”

            “There’s something you need to know,” said Kinley urgently.

            “No, there is something you need to know,” said Chloe fiercely. “You were wrong about Lucifer. He is a good man. One might say that he’s even an angel.”

            “I need to warn you about the prophecy,” said Kinley.

            “Prophecy?” questioned Chloe.

            “You see, I thought that the prophecy was about you, Chloe. But I realize now that I could’ve been wrong,” said Kinley.

            Chloe sighed in exhaustion and turned away.

            “If it’s not you, then who else could be Lucifer’s first love?” remarked Kinley.

            Chloe paused.

            “You know who it is, don’t you?” said Kinley. “Is it who I suspect?”

            Chloe shook her head, not wanting to hear some prophecy about Lucifer’s first love. If it was romantic—and what else could it be?—it would then be Eve, and that idea hurt Chloe’s heart since it meant Lucifer was in love with her

            “I just need you to hear the prophecy,” said Kinley.

            “Alright,” said Chloe, swallowing and deciding to let Kinley get it out of his system.

            “ ‘When the Devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.’ ”

            The words hung in the air in the pale light filtered through the bars, the prophecy as dark as the shadows in the room.

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            “(Y/N)?” Lucifer knocked on their bedroom door.

            “What?” said (Y/N).

            It was as much of a response as Lucifer could expect. He opened the door and stepped in.

            “I handed Tiernan over to the LAPD and the Detective,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) looked at him silently. “He’s who sent those men. I…I made sure he’s getting the punishment he deserves.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            “I…I’m sorry,” said Lucifer. “I should have never let myself go so far.” He sat down on the bed beside them. “Truly, I’m sorry. That’s not who I am. You’re right.”

            (Y/N) smiled and reached over to hug him. “I’m just glad you’re remembering who you are.”

            Lucifer hugged (Y/N) back. “Of course.” He knew what he needed to do. He needed to pull away from Eve and find himself again. He needed to be (Y/N)’s dad.

            And then Lucifer remembered the office near the LAPD for adoption services, and he found himself imagining getting the papers.

            He knew what he wanted to do.

            Lucifer smiled and hugged (Y/N) tighter.

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[windsweptinred]

Three Ships: They can make them better ship, They can make them worse ship, A WTF ship for...idk, for one or both of the twins, your choice:)

@lucienne-thee-librarian mwahaha 😈...Yes! I live for stuff like this. Thank you!

Desire of the Endless

They can make them better ship: Desunity Desire x Unity, my heart, my soul. Unity Kinkaid, the one woman born with the strength and love to take Desire of the Endless by the ear and say, I adore you, you trixy little kitten. Now be good...Or atleast try to be the least bad you can be! But seriously this is my favorite ship at the moment. It's so complex, there's so many unanswered questions and has so many ways it can be explored.

They can make them worse ship: Instinctively I want to say Lucifer x Desire (@bazzybelle. .. I still remember that meme😉😆) . There's the whole take who's kinkier? The personification of Desire or The Great Tempter? Plus Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer! Uff 😍. I think in some respects they're very similar. They both love their families but can go about expressing that love in the in the most contradictory ways. And personal pride is a major hurdle for both of them. But I think instead of this bringing about some self reflection...I think they'd just provoke the worst in each other... Like two sticks rubbing together.. It's all going to end in flames.

WTF ship: Desire x Pollution (Good Omens)... Look right... I have no excuses. I just want to look at them being pretty together. The cosmic 'thems'. Plus think of all the fun they'd have, epic date nights where they come up with things like consumerism. Want and Waste. I bet they'd get on like a house of fire.. Except it's earth, not a house.. And they actually may be responsible for global warming. This sex really is on fire!

Despair... I think I'm going to put that challenge to @despairoftheendless ... If you want to? 😁 So Despair of the Endless, A they can make them better ship, a they can make them worse ship and a WTF ship!

[starfilled-galaxy]

my beautiful awesome takes (the rarity x pinkie x rainbow x fluttershy polycule furever and ever..)

(trixie is also part of the polycule- sigh.. trixieshy)

YAYAYYA

Applejack and Pinkie rlly are so sibling... like they literally have multiple episodes of them doing family shit together bc of that one probably shared ancestor. they're just siblings

TRIXIESHY OMG I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE BUT THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE... personally prefer startrix but trixieshy is actually adorable

[austin-meowers]

New Monster High!!! (Horoscare/Flaunt Your Skeleton)

Spoilers!!!

OMG I loveeeeed this episode!!!

Frankie x Cleo holy shit! i did not think they would go in that direction but i love it so much so many LGBTs omg!!! nerdy awkward enby x cool popular girl yes yes yes literally so adorable, Frankie helping Cleo set up her party, catching her phone for her, comforting her when Pearl didn't end up coming to school, the hand touching with lightning bolts, the blushing???!!! such an adorable episode omg,.

and Flaunt Your Skeleton.,., literally iconic. Trixie Mattel as Skelly Vonderbone, a guest theater teacher/ motivational icon / drag mother kind of a little bit? i am choosing to believe that the "brain freeze" thing is Ghoulia going nonverbal, and in that case she just like me fr.

this show is absolutely adorable i love how many gay people are in it and once again i am lamenting how much cuter Cleo's show outfit is compared to her doll outfit Mattel pls release a doll with those wedges and that jumpsuit

[suckaysuamigos200]

puse tarde en el título ya que su cumpleaños fue ayer pero nunca es tarde para hacer uno de estos dibujos simples relacionado algún actor de doblaje favorito

De todas formas este dibujo lo hice por el cumpleaños (fue ayer) de el actriz de doblaje Jessica Toledo quién es conocida por ser la voz de Katara en Avatar: La leyenda de Aang, Trixie Carter en Jake Long: american dragon, Chini en las versiones de Hi-5 y cheese en Sonic X(eps. 1 - 52).

en midnight horror school ella fue la voz de la adorable estudiante nota musical con una bonita voz para el canto Onpoo (ella también fue la voz de Inky)

le deseamos un gran cumpleaños 🎂🎉

.❥ℋค℘℘ℽ Birthday࿐🎂🥳🎉❥ℋค℘℘ℽ Birthday࿐🎂🥳🎉❥ℋค℘℘ℽ Birthday࿐🎂🥳🎉

I put late in the title since his birthday was yesterday but it is never too late to do one of these simple drawings related to a favorite voice actor

Anyway, I did this drawing for the birthday (it was yesterday) of the dubbing actress Jessica Toledo who is known for being the voice of Katara in Avatar: The Last Airbender, Trixie Carter in Jake Long: american dragon, Chini in the versions of Hi-5 and cheese in Sonic X(eps. 1-52).

In midnight horror school she was the voice of the adorable music note student with a pretty singing voice Onpoo (she was also the voice of Inky)

We wish you a great birthday 🎂🎉..

[adores-angel20]

YALL I JUST FOUND OUT IM GOING TO THE DRAG QUEEN CHRISTMAS IN MY HOMETOWN AND I GET TO MEET SASHA COLBY, LUXX NOIR LONDON, MARICA MARCIA MARCIA, TODRICK HALL, ALYSSA EDWARDS AND MORE AKDHDKEBEGEB

[artificialqueens]

Part of Your World, Ch. 4 (Raja x Adore) for Dartmouth420 - Grinder

AN: Apologies for uploading this so late! I haven’t forgotten about it. And, this chapter has smut, thank god (although it was written by me and, like, I’m not amazing at this kind of stuff but I hope yall like it anyway.)

Fishing went exactly how Raja expected — judgement…judgement from Bianca.

“So you want to turn her into a human,” the witch had said, tossing a spear into the waters before her.

Raja didn’t want this — a discussion. She hadn’t been to the beach in so long. This could have been time to soak it all in. But Bianca just couldn’t help but…well, be Bianca.

“I mean, yes, I want to turn her human. But I won’t be the one carrying the spell out,” Raja tossed her speer too. “Raven will do the dirty work. Thank’s for the information.”

Bianca chose to ignore the remark and refrained from calling Raja out on the fact that she gave that information against her will. Instead, she only said, “You’re kinda obsessed with your mermaid.”

The dark witch spared Bianca a glance, the two going to fetch their weapons again. “I’m not obsessed. I’m in love.” She pulled the spear from the water, finding nothing on the bottom. “We’re tethered, Bianca.”

“I know - I know.”

And Raja glanced at her again. “You sound…disappointed.”

Bianca didn’t answer immediately, searching her brain for a spell that would make the fishing less taxing. But with shit on her mind, she couldn’t think. “I just…I wish there was another way.”

Raja whirled around to look at her best friend, her dress treading the water. “Another way?”

Bianca held her hands up in defence, signalling she would say no more. Raja wanted to press her for a real response, but at the same time, she knew deep down this conversation was already exhausting.

Nothing else Adore-related was said until they returned to the camp two hours later, having managed to catch five fish.

That’s when they saw the whole camp of witches gathered around Raja’s hut.

“The fuck?” The dark witch said, dropping her bag of fish to the ground and rushing towards her home. Her heart was pounding now. Did something happen to Adore while they were gone?

“Move, bitches!” Bianca yelled as both witches shoved past the crowd.

“Sorry, Raja,” Farrah said, allowing the two to pass through.

Once inside, they could see how they all gathered around the now filled tub, Adore leisuring to her heart’s content, fins flapping slightly, signalling her delight. The last time Raja had seen the mermaid, she was deep in sleep, hydrating her body.

Now everyone was gathered around, babbling to her about all sorts of things.

“I got another one,” the enigmatic Katya was sitting on the ground beside the tub, Adore’s attention solely on her, “What do you call two witches who live together? Broom-mates!”

Not one laugh was given.

Adore just stared blankly.

“Oh, come on. That’s a classic! It’s stupid as fuck!” Katya pled with everyone around her.

“Sorry, sweety. Just give up and accept defeat,” Trixie rubbed the jokester’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Raja rushed to the tub, Adore reaching for her hand to kiss it.

“We just…heard singing…” Courtney explained, “Coming from here. We think she drew us in.”

Adore smiled sheepishly. “I honestly did not know we could do that.”

“An incredible ability to hold,” Sasha said in admiration.

“Okay, I don’t want to sound rude, but can you all get out?” Raja’s eyes glared at the crowd.

They whined in frustration, but when Bianca barked at them, the witches began to file out.

Now only Adore, Raja, Bianca and Courtney remained. The pregnant witch approached the tub before going to leave herself. “Do you want to come mingle with me later?”

There was a hint of something on her face, almost like excitement.

“Yes. I would love that, Courtney,” Adore shared the light witch’s expression.

“Great.” Courtney then took Bianca’s hand, leading her out of Raja’s hut, “Come on you. We have shit to discuss.”

Once they were gone, Raja sat on the ground where Katya had before, her hand still in Adore’s. “So, you can sing, I’m guessing.”

The mermaid blushed. “I always thought I sounded good. But…never that good,” she glanced at the door where all the witches had disappeared. “Do you want to hear a song?”

Raja never shook her head so fast. “As much as I would love that, it’s probably not a good idea.”

Adore’s face dropped, and Raja felt like a dick. 

“Look, I promise, I’d love to hear you sing, but it’s not safe,” the witch said quietly, “there's…” she gulped, “We’re not alone in this forest, Adore. Of course, there’s the warlock camp, it’s not far at all, and they’re all lovely. But… we’re not the only witches.”

“You have other sisters?” Adore’s eyes squinted.

“Oh, Adore. They are not my sisters.” Raja’s thumb stroked the back of the mermaid’s hand, “They're…Well, let’s just say they aren’t very nice. We’ve feuded with them in the past many a time. You know, sometimes even going to war. It’s been going on for centuries. Even the witches who came before me had to deal with them.”

“That’s awful,” Adore practically whispered. “I don’t understand. You’re all witches, all the same, so why the feud? I mean, back home, all merpeople… we’re one and the same, and all we share is love.”

God, this woman was too pure… Raja’s heart was melting again. She brought Adore’s damp knuckle to her lips, kissing each one sweetly. “I wish that’s how things were for us." 

"Maybe someday,” Adore shrugged.

Raja’s smile turned sad. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

The mermaid lowered her face, “I’m sorry for singing.”

“Oh, Adore. Don’t feel bad.” Raja lifted the mermaid’s chin, “you didn’t know. Fuck, I should have told you before.”

And Adore laughed through her nose, “I probably wouldn’t have understood a word.”

“Oh. Well, true,” Raja giggled.

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Courtney didn’t explain what she was doing, let alone why she was doing this.

But Adore just let her put whatever this weird stuff was on her face. 

At first, it felt weird, and that weirdness made the mermaid uneasy. But the way Courtney delicately smeared crushed beetroot over Adore’s lips made her feel safe.

“This stuff will stain your lips; give them a nice bit of colour.” Courtney finished painting Adores lips before wiping the beetroot mush from her finger on a cloth.

Adore nodded in understanding. “So, this is what land girls use to…as you say, make themselves look pretty?”

“Yes. I mean, in the towns and cities, ladies wear real makeup. But being out here, all we have is the nature around us. So we make do with what we got.” Courtney explained as she began crushing up rose petals. “Honestly, though, I prefer the natural way. Better for the skin, and even more so for our powers.”

“I don’t think you need makeup.” Adore shrugged.

“Aw, thank you, Adore. Keep talking, please.”

“I don’t think you need makeup. I think you’re beautiful, and Bianca is very lucky to - -”

Courtney raised a hand to silence the babbling mermaid. “Don’t worry, it’s just an expression.”

“Oh. Gosh, human language confuses me.”

“This isn’t ‘human language’ you’re speaking. It’s wican.” Courtney explained, taking a brush and dabbing it into the rose petals, crushed up so much they were now dust.

Adore let Courtney dab the pink powder on her cheeks, and her eyes were stuck on the small bump.

“You know what’s in there, right?” Courtney asked, knowing full well Adore was staring.

“A baby?” Adore answered.

“Yep.” Courtney swept a hand across her belly. “I’m only four months in, so they’re not that big yet.”

The mermaid let out a laugh through a breath before confusion took over. “So, it’s possible for…for two women to make a baby on the land.”

“Oh, no. That’s not what Bianca and I did.” Courtney laughed even more. “We have a mating season with the warlocks, kind of like a pact that’s been going on since before I was even born. They’re nice boys over in that camp.”

“They sound nice.”

“Yeah. I think I chose the right man too. He seemed nice. I’d like to think that if the baby was a boy, and he’d be taken over there, he’d have a great father.” Courtney’s eyes drifted off, fantasising about this future to come.

“And, what if it is a boy?” Adore asked.

Courtney looked back at her, “Honestly, I don’t even think I give a shit about gender. Boy, girl, anything… I’m keeping my baby. And I’ll love them no matter who they are.”

A warm smile found its way to Adore’s face, her green eyes trailing back down to Courtney’s bump.

“Do you want to touch it?” Courtney already took the nodding mermaid’s hand. 

Placing it on Courtney’s belly, Adore felt it, the tiny heart inside beating.

“I mean, there’s not much going on in there right now, but….” Courtney said.

Adore placed an ear up to the bump. “Wow.”

“What? What is it?” The light witch said with intrigue.

And Adore peered up at Courtney again. “I can hear her heartbeat.”

Courtney’s eyes widened. “Her?”

The mermaid nodded.

“Adore, you are fucking incredible.”

-_-_-_-

“Bianca, what is the meaning of this?!” Raja shouted as her best friend shoved her out of her own home.

“You’ll fucking see! Fuck, patience is a virtue, you know,” Bianca shoved the witch again.

“Alright! I’m fucking moving, God!”

For the last two hours, Bianca had been a pest — insisting Raja skip dinner, weaving silk through the dark witch’s hair, forcing her into a beautiful yet uncomfortable dress. And for every question Raja hurled at her, her friend refused to answer.

And now, here Bianca was, pushing her around, literally.

Almost every witch was outside now, jumping around with excitement and yelling out into the night sky. Even Willam was out — odd for the daylight witch. As soon as she lowered the sun and Blair raised the moon, Willam would be long gone, hitting the hay before anyone could beg for her attention. Yet, there she was, whooping with joy, Alaska carrying her on her back.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Raja exclaimed.

Bianca groaned, taking her friend by the hand and dragging her to their destination instead, “We’re all going over to the warlock camp for a good old time.”

“We’re going to get some dick!” Willam cheered.

“B-But,” Raja couldn’t keep up with this shit anymore, “the mating season is over.”

“Oh, fuck the rules, Raj’,” Katya brushed past, hand in hand with Trixie. “We made them so we can fucking break them whenever we want.” And she carried on with her partner.

“Bianca, what about Adore?” Raja questioned. “I know the men are nice, but…I don’t think it’s safe for her to be out there.”

“And that’s why you’re both going to be staying here,” Bianca glanced over her shoulder with a teasing smile.

Finally reaching the end of the camp, the witches rounded the last hut there.

“B’, I swear to God, whatever you bitches have going on here, I’ll - -”

“Shut up already!” Bianca then gestured to what was in front of them, “Look! We did this for you two.”

In the middle of the green was a small table fit for two, a red candle burning in the middle. A bottle of red wine stood next to the candle, most likely made by one of the witches. And then there were the two plates, the fish Raja and Bianca had caught earlier in the day cooked to perfection.

“You did this,” Raja said, the words sounding more like a question.

“Well, it was Courtney’s idea. She roped me into it.” Bianca put a hand on Raja’s shoulder and the other on her hip. God, she was proud of herself. “Just thought it would be nice for you to have alone time with your mermaid.”

“Okay, you can stop calling her my mermaid. One — she has a name. Two — Adore is her own person. And three — Bianca, Adore and I do have alone time.”

“Yes, but now, you’ll both be even more alone.”

“God, you really are childish,” Raja swept a hand through her hair.

“Oh, wow. You know, that’s a lovely thank you for the fish we cooked and all the work we put into making this shit,” Bianca held a hand out to the display. “Fuck, Nina made that table from scratch!”

Raja looked at said table and back to Bianca, “Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.”

“Come on. That’s probably just a fucking spare table.”

Bianca tsked. “Well, believe whatever you want.”

“What are you two bickering about now?” Courtney’s fed-up voice sounded as she stepped up to the two.

“Nothing amazing,” Bianca rolled her eyes. “Where’s Adore?”

“Oh, she’s just coming now,” the light witch glanced over her shoulder before turning her attention to Raja, “So, do you like it?”

Raja peered at the set table again, “Yes. I love it, Courtney.”

Bianca’s eyes widened. “What the fuck? What did I do to you to make you not nice to me tonight?”

Raja chuckled. “Nothing. Maybe I just like pissing you off,” she playfully shoved Bianca on the shoulder.

“Oh, I know you do. So, what about you, Court’? Ready to go over to the warlock camp?” Bianca swung an arm around her tethered.

“Can’t lie; I’m excited to meet the baby’s father again.” Courtney kissed Bianca softly. 

“Who knows? Maybe I could meet a man, give the kid a sibling,” Bianca teased.

“Oh, come on, honey. We can’t be thinking about that so soon.”

“I know. I’m just joking.” Bianca kissed Courtney’s head.

Raja wasn’t paying much attention to the two anymore. 

For Adore just rounded the corner of the end hut, and the dark witch couldn’t take her eyes away.

The mermaid’s hair was now separated into two messy braids that lay on her shoulders, a crown of dark red roses dawning her head. Her lips may have been a deep blood colour, but her eyes stood out the most, shades of red and orange surrounding those green orbs, making them pop.

The dress came to her ankles, with burgundy lace and black roses lined along the waistline. The sleeves came to her elbows, hanging down to her knees in drapey lace.

She looked…just like a witch.

And, fuck…she was so so beautiful.

“Hello,” Adore waved nervously, approaching Raja.

Courtney and Bianca were also now watching, the light witch smiling proudly. 

“Um…hi,” Raja’s nerves kicked in. “Y-You look beautiful.”

Adore cocked her head, “Even without makeup?”

“What? Of course.” Raja took the mermaid in her arms, “No matter what you look like. Just, right now…you look…fuck, like a goddess.”

The red on Adore’s cheeks intensified. But she didn’t hide it. She took Raja’s face in her hands, pulling her into a heated kiss.

Bianca glanced at Courtney, her eyes telling them they should leave.

“Alright,” Courtney clapped her hands together once, “I guess that’s our cue.”

“Absolutely,” Bianca nodded, taking her tethered partner’s hand and aiming for the forest where the other witches were headed.

When they were alone, Raja pulled out of the kiss, “They made us food.”

Adore only now sniffed the air, her eyes moving towards the table. “Oh, pretty.”

“I know, right?” Raja led Adore towards the table. “And it’s fish. So I think you’ll like it.”

“Ugh, it smells so angelic,” was the only word Adore could think to describe it. She took her seat, ready to dig into the meal. Never had she had fish like this. 

“You know, what’s interesting is that being a witch, we usually give a blessing before we eat, but that tradition only comes into play when there’s a Mother Witch present. But, we haven’t had one in so long,” Raja already picked up her knife and fork, carving into the cooked fish. “Fun fact, it’s supposed to be me, but I - -” She paused, watching Adore pick the fish up with her hands, biting into the tender meat. “D-Doesn’t that… Isn’t it hot?”

Adore shook her head, her smile wide.

“You amaze me,” Raja lifted the bottle of wine, pouring the deep red liquid into both glasses.

“You witches amaze me,” Adore said with wide eyes and a full mouth. Swallowing, she continued, “Do you know, earlier, I saw Jinkx. She was outside her house, and she was breathing fire.”

The dark witch raised a brow, sealing the bottle and putting it back. “Oh really?”

“Yes. She was…” Adore paused, returning the fish to the plate as if trying to make sense of her thoughts, “She was sucking on this little stick, and just…smoke…smoke came from her mouth. Is she a dragon?”

That was enough to make Raja chuckle. Ah yes, Jinkx with her cigarettes. She was the only witch on sight who could grow tobacco plants, and the others adored her for it.

“Oh, I see what you’re talking about. Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” The dark witch took a sip of the wine, and Adore did the same, “I love how amazed our world is to you, yet so…normal to me.”

The mermaid grimaced, coughing some as she put the glass down. “W-What is that?!”

“It’s wine.” Raja suppressed a giggle. “It comes from the grapes.”

“Grapes?”

“Yes.”

And Adore took another sip, swallowing with ease now. “I-I think I’ll adjust to it.”

“Don’t drink too much. I’m guessing this is the first alcohol you’ve ever tried.”

“Oh? And what’s alcohol?”

“Alcohol is amazing. But too much, you’ll start to feel… light-headed, I guess? Maybe lose control of your own actions.” Raja explained. “Between you and me, one time Bianca drank too much wine and thought her shadow was a demon latched onto her soul. It was a wild night.”

“…Alright, but that just makes me want to drink as much as I can,” Adore admitted, her eyes wide with intrigue.

“Well, good thing we have just this one bottle,” Raja held it up as if the mermaid couldn’t already see it.

“I love this place,” Adore let her eyes wander around the camp. “It feels like… every day I’m learning something new that just…blows my mind.”

And the dark witch felt all sorts of excitement brewing from within. If only the mermaid knew she could have the chance to stay here for the rest of her life. As much as Raja hated Raven, she hoped the bitch would come through with her promise. The thought of Adore not being here…it was enough to make her heart ache.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Adore.” Raja reached a hand across the table, taking Adore’s. 

They both seemed to forget about the fish now, preferring to sit and talk for a while.

“You know that day in the cave?” Raja asked.

“The day we met?” Adore smiled fondly.

“Of course. Do you go there often? I mean…what are the chances of us meeting that day?” The dark witch stroked her thumb over the back of Adore’s hand.

The mermaid looked at Raja’s hand, her stomach stirring, just feeling that spark between them both. “I usually go there, just for alone time. My realm isn’t too far away, and sometimes I need a break from everyone else. I have a lot of suitors looking for my hand in marriage, you know?” She teased with a raised brow and coy smile. “I have to meet with at least five a day. It’s exhausting.”

“Five?” Raja exclaimed. “God, I think the King does that with his daughter,” and with that thought, “Wait, are you a princess? Like…soon to be the queen of the ocean?”

And the mermaid laughed, pressing her hand to her sealed lips as she took another bit of wine. “Do I look like royalty to you?”

“Uh…yes.”

“I love you. But no. I am not a princess. Although my father is a noble merman. He works as one of the King’s many advisors.” Adore explained. “So, I’m kind of a big deal.”

“You and me both,” Raja said. 

“So yes, I just like to be alone for a while. Just to…sing and swim around and make new friends with the clown fish,” Adore reminisced. “And that day, I just…saw you looking down at me. And I had never ever met a human before. I heard tales that they were dangerous creatures. But, just looking at you…I thought…how is that even possible?”

Raja lowered her now red-stained cheeks. “Well, I am kind of dangerous, being a dark witch and all. But, I only ever hurt those who hurt my family or me.”

“As I would do the same for mine." 

At the mention of Adore’s family, Raja gulped, lifting her wine and taking another sip. Best to change the subject. "I’m sorry I made you cry that day.”

“It's…ugh, it’s fine. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t control my emotions.” Adore looked away as if pained by the memory. “I just…you know, meeting with all those other merpeople coming to ask for my hand in marriage, when I met you, and when I kissed you…I just felt it. We were supposed to be together.” She looked back at Raja.

The dark witch let out a wavered breath. “Oh, Adore. We’re tethered, that’s why. It’s strange. I thought that was just a witch thing. I mean, I’ve never heard of any other species tethering.” Then she shrugged, “Then again, I don’t meet a lot of other people.” She laughed pitifully, gesturing to the world around her.

“Funny thing is, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of tethering before.” Adore pointed out. 

“Well, maybe…maybe you have a bit of witch in you. Probably explains why you can grow legs when you’re dry.” Raja suggested.

“Nah, mermaids can do that anyway.”

“Oh. I see." Damn.

"Gosh, I’m stuffed.” Adore declared, having barely touched her food.

Raja was just the same, “Oh, me too. Come on.”

Sitting before the lit fire in the centre of camp, the two sipped their wine, talking some more.

“I meant it, by the way, when I said you’re beautiful every day,” Raja stated, holding Adore close.

“I know.” Adore smirked, “I can’t lie, though. I think I look beautiful times ten now,” the mermaid stared into the flames. “I’m pretty like Courtney now.”

“Well, between you and me, you’re prettier than Courtney.” Raja kissed Adore on the cheek.

“Oh, come on.” The mermaid moved out of Raja’s grasp, sitting in front of her now. “Courtney’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. Besides you, of course. At first, I thought she was another mermaid. One I’d never met before.”

“Well, I can assure you Courtney is a full-blood witch. I remember the day she was born. Bianca and I were only five.” And the dark witch looked at the flames next, remembering that day. “It was so cute. Bianca just…reached out her tiny hand and held Courtney’s.” God, her heart was melting, “Bianca’s mother, Valentina, she just…she knew. She knew by Bianca’s face and how Courtney woke up that they would be together.”

Adore sighed, almost dreamily. “I love hearing you talk about this stuff. Even when I couldn’t understand you.”

Raja giggled. “I just…I don’t know. If it weren’t for those two, I wouldn’t believe in tethering.” She shrugged, “I’m more inclined to believe not all tethered relationships work out. Fun fact; Bianca and I were a thing for a long time.”

Adore nodded. “A…thing?”

“Yeah, like… we’d see each other, you know? We’d kiss, hold each other…fuck sometimes. I don’t know, I just thought maybe she was the one I wanted to be with,” Raja tried her hardest to explain. “But, we both realised that we were better as friends.”

The whole time Adore was suppressing her laughs. But eventually, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You and Bianca?!”

“Yes. Why?” Raja squinted her eyes.

“It’s just…I don’t see it, but I can see it at the same time. Yesterday, Katya was saying you two were like…like…God, what was that phrase?” The mermaid tried her hardest to remember.

“Chalk and cheese?”

“Yes! Chalk and cheese! I may not know what that means exactly, but I have an idea.”

“Well, judging by what you’re saying, you’re probably right. Bianca’s my bestfriend. And Courtney is lucky to have her as her tethered one.” Raja stated. “They just…reassure me that there’s someone for everyone.”

Adore’s smile turned warm. “And what about us? Does our connection make you believe in tethering?” The mermaid was leaning close to the witch now.

And Raja reciprocated. “Oh, absolutely.”

Their foreheads connect, Adore lifting a hand and stroking Raja’s cheek.

The witch couldn’t tell if it was the warmth from the fire or the heat pooling in her stomach, but her body was warm now. All sorts of feelings stirred within, and she dared herself to say, “Adore…Do you ever think we could - -”

Marry. That’s what Raja wanted to say. Just to get it out of the way. The hardest part of it all.

But she stopped when Adore flinched, hearing the howling from the forest. “What was that?”

“Oh, God,” Raja groaned. Fuck these bitches for ruining the moment, “Don’t worry. It’s just the warlocks. I guess they decided to move the party over here.”

And true to her statement, the men began to pour out of the trees, invading the witch camp. A specific group of them howled at the moon, witches running behind them, thirsty for skin on skin. Another group worked their magic, sending blasts off into the sky, loud explosions painting the night with bright colours.

At first, Adore flinched again, but…this was pretty. Nothing like she had ever seen before. “What is it?”

“I can’t remember the exact name. I think the boys call them fireworks,” Raja also stared up at the exploding colours. “It’s incredible, right?”

The mermaid didn’t have the words to describe it. The loud banging was harsh on her ears, but the…fuck, just taking it all in, it was breathtaking.

“Guess who’s getting dicked down tonight?!” Willam hollered, riding the back of one of the men, rushing to the witch’s hut.

“Me! I am! Me!” Laila was just excited, leading her man for the night away.

They weren’t the only ones. While some witches and warlocks danced around the flames of the fire as they played music with what instruments they had, the others rushed to their homes, ready for a long night of fucking.

“Everyone’s so excited,” the mermaid observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yep. Most of these witches rarely get the chance to meet up with a man,” Raja explained, “mating season is once a year.”

“But tonight,” Adore turned her attention back to her love, “fuck the rules?”

“Fuck the rules,” Raja clarified, drawing Adore into another kiss.

Maybe it was the mixed feelings of love and lust in the air, but Raja was thriving on it all. This was how she wanted it to be forever — just sitting here with Adore, kissing passionately in front of this fire, not a care in the world.

The mermaid’s hand crept along Raja’s leg, making the butterflies in the witch’s belly go wild.

“BOO!”

Adore yelped as soon as her lips parted from Raja’s.

A warlock ran off, cackling wickedly as he rushed for Tatianna, holding her arms open, hungry for a kiss.

“Hey, fuck off!” Raja yelled after the stupid warlock. But when the mermaid’s fear turned to amusement, giggles leaving her lips, the witch relaxed.

“Come on!” Adore stood, taking Raja by the wrist and leading her away.

They were running now, Raja having no idea where she was being led to. As long as it was with Adore, she didn’t care.

Reaching Raja’s hut, they both stood in the doorway, Adore giggling as she leaned back against the bookcase. Raja also laughed, standing opposite Adore.

They just stood there for a moment, eyes shifting between the shenanigans going on outside and then back to each other, just laughing. Why was this amusing?

Maybe just the sheer joy of being here together.

When Adore’s chest stopped heaving, she stepped forward, kissing Raja again.

So many times they had done this already…So many times they kissed.

Yet Raja knew where this was going. 

Fiery flames engulfed her insides, coursing through her body as she allowed Adore to pull her closer. The witch’s hands found their way around the mermaid’s waist, her fingers trailing the line of roses.

Adore pulled away briefly, “Don’t let go of me,” she whispered in Raja’s ear.

“I won’t, Raja smiled, tilting her head and allowing the mermaid to nip at her neck. "Why would I do such a thing?”

No response from the mermaid as she kissed Raja’s mouth again, her body curving against the witch’s. She lured her back, Raja didn’t know where, but she trusted Adore. She trusted Adore with her life.

They found the bed, and Adore pulled away, guiding Raja down. She then climbed the length of the witch, like she had done this many times.

But was this actually happening? Did Adore even know how this worked?

“Adore, do you….” But Raja couldn’t bring herself to finish the statement as the mermaid sucked on her neck some more.

“Hm?” Adore sounded against the witch’s skin.

Her lips were so hot, sucking Raja’s soon-to-be bruised skin. The witch gasped, her hand finding the back of Adore’s head. “Nevermind.”

Adore had to know what she was doing now that her fingers were undoing the black ribbon that bound Raja’s corset. Not like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, but…

This was different. They both knew that. 

And they wanted it.

When the lace was gone, the corset was pulled away from her. Raja sat up, quickly pulling her dress up over her head. Adore giggled, Raja unable to tell if it was because of nerves or excitement.

As soon as the dress was tossed to the side, Adore took it all in – the sight of her tethered partner, like it was the first time seeing her like this again. “I can't…I can’t believe this is real,” Adore’s delicate fingers trailed from Raja’s chest all the way down to her thigh.

“My body?” Raja chuckled, skin tingling as Adore touched her.

The mermaid smiled coyly before correcting her lover, “The fact that we’re together.” She traced the side of Raja’s face.

And the witch sat up again, a hand stroking Adore’s side, the other caressing her cheek.

Adore reached around, untying the threads of her own corset, dropping it from the side of the bed while Raja reached for the bottom of the expertly made dress, lifting it up and over the mermaid’s head. 

As soon as it was removed, Adore didn’t allow Raja to look at her just yet, capturing her lover’s lips with her own again.

The hot sensation of skin on skin, the mixture of their energies tingling between them…This was to be the perfect moment.

Raja grabbed Adore’s hips, momentarily stroking her skin as she lowered the mermaid onto the bed. Pulling out of the kiss, Raja let her thumb trail Adore’s cheek and then her lips. She stared into Adore’s green eyes, the mermaid staring right back.

Fuck, how it made her stomach twist…but in a longing way…almost as if insecurity was taking over but only connected them further. 

They hadn’t even barely started yet. But it was already so intense.

“You’re driving me insane.” Raja kissed her sweetly before moving these kisses down towards Adore’s breasts.

Adore whimpered sighs, music to Raja’s ears. The rise and fall of the mermaid’s chest was a heavenly sight, riling Raja up even more. She teased Adore’s right nipple with her tongue, the right with her thumb. 

Adore arched her back, gasping when Raja’s mouth enveloped her nipple, her thumb flicking the other back and forth. The mermaid squeezed her knees together, mewling with pleasure.

Raja could have done just this all night, anything to hear Adore gasp the way she did, anything to prove her love for Adore. But when she teased her breasts enough, Raja kissed Adore’s nipple again, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at the mermaid. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Raja,” Adore smiled slightly, letting her fingers get tangled in Raja’s hair. God, she wanted more. She had never experienced something so…special…this need to be pressed against each other…the need for Raja to kiss her places she had never been kissed before.

Raja’s hands were wandering again, stroking Adore’s thighs, along her stomach and back up to her breasts. She savoured this all – the heat of Adore’s skin against hers. She knew the mermaid was ready for her…to take this further.

“Do you want to keep going?” Raja asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” Adore said breathlessly. “God, yes.”

Fire coursed through Raja as her kisses lowered. “Is this your first time?” She whispered against Adore’s stomach.

The mermaid closed her eyes. She may not have known fully what that meant, but she knew she wanted this – Raja’s lips all over her body. “Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll go easy on you,” Raja kissed Adore’s belly button before trailing her lips further down her body.

Even though the mermaid didn’t necessarily want easy, her stomach quivered as she allowed Raja to part her legs. Something inside her fluttered as the cool air hit her between her legs. This was so unfamiliar but so so delicious.

Raja kissed Adore’s knee, then the inside of her thigh. She glanced up once more at the riled-up mermaid before her tongue flicked over Adore’s clit.

Adore moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she arched her back again. She was crumbling just under Raja’s mouth. This was…something.

Raja’s tongue circled Adore’s clit while her eyes flickered upwards, enjoying the reactions from the mermaid. 

“Fuck…fuck,” Adore writhed, tightening her hold on Raja’s hair. Her legs spread wider, her left knee brought up into a bend which Raja caressed. 

“You’re beautiful, Adore. You’re so beautiful.” Raja sucked Adore’s clit.

“It’s s-so hot,” Adore murmured, her torso arching as hew mewls of pleasure turned pathetic.

Raja knew Adore was close, the witch’s tongue lapping up her lover’s wetness whilst her finger rubbed against the sensitive clit. “Come for me, baby.”

Her chest still heaving, nails gripping the blanket, Adore glanced down at Raja. Her eyes were wild yet slightly confused.

Placing a sweet kiss against Adore’s core, Raja murmured, “That hot feeling inside,” she rubbed harder at the mermaid’s clit, “Just let it go, Adore.”

“I…I want to….” Adore quivered. “Oh God, I need to.”

“Come for me, Adore. Please,” Raja whispered, her hot breath teasing.

And Adore just couldn’t take it anymore. A lightning-hot course of electricity shocked her whole being, her head rolling back against the pillows as she cried out in pure ecstasy.

Raja sat up again, licking the fluids from her fingers as she watched Adore whine.

“F-Fuck,” Adore’s skin glistened with sweat, her eyes half hooded.

The definition of perfection.

Raja wiped her mouth, sweeping her black hair out of her face as she leaned down to kiss her lover. 

Adore wrapped her trembling arms around Raja, her kisses hungry.

They weren’t done. Now, it was Adore’s turn.

She kept her lips over Raja’s as she flipped the witch onto her back, still panting.

“Did you…” Raja gasped when Adore kissed her neck again, “Did you like that?”

“Of course,” Adore smiled against Raja’s skin, letting her hand slowly creep its way down Raja’s chest, past her flat belly, all the way down to between the witch’s legs.

Raja parted her knees, only now realising there was more to come. She was never the one on the receiving end. But she couldn’t resist Adore’s touch. She moaned as soon as the mermaid delicately brushed the tip of her finger over her clit. Just the simplest touch…it was torture.

“Adore, fuck…” Raja’s fingers tangled in Adore’s hair.

Adore brushed Raja’s clit again, teasing her with no mercy. “You want more?” She brushed her lips against Raja’s ear.

“Please.” Raja squeezed her eyes shut, already soaking wet.

“How much?” Adore giggled mischievously, nipping Raja’s earlobe with her teeth as she pressed harder on Raja’s clit and rubbed it in hypnotic circles. “How much do you want this?”

“God, so much. Please, just…fuck.”

“Are you begging?”

“Y-Yes.”

“I don’t think you are, Raja.”

Fuck, this mermaid was driving her insane. Who knew someone so…mystified by the world…so amazed by all the things she didn’t know…so adorable…Who knew she could be so cruel in the sheets.

“Please, Adore,” Raja whined, wrapping her legs around Adore’s waist. “I want you so bad. I need you.”

This must have satisfied Adore, “Good girl,” she murmured as she slid two fingers inside Raja.

The witch gasped, tightening her hold on Adore, her vision blurring.

Adore slid her fingers in and out, sucking Raja’s neck, leaving behind a pretty red mark. The smell of Raja’s hair and skin only increased her hunger for this intensity. The ecstasy was building within her again, bringing her to rock her bare hips against the bed. The blanket rubbed against her clit, the feeling not as sensational as Raja’s tongue. But this was heaven.

“I love you,” Raja’s hips began to ride against Adore’s fingers, pressing a kiss against Adore’s blush-covered cheek.

Adore pumped harder, biting down on Raja’s neck. “You’re so…fucking…beautiful…”

Raja couldn’t take it anymore. She sat up, Adore’s fingers still deep inside of her. She continued to rock her hips against the mermaid’s hand, wrapping her sun-kissed arm around Adore’s waist.

Again, they stared into each other’s eyes, Adore’s gaze intense, whilst Raja’s was half closed. Their lips brushed against each other, almost like threatening each other with a kiss.

Adore’s free hand trailed along Raja’s arm, up her shoulder and wrapped around Raja’s throat. 

A pitiful crying sound left Raja’s parted lips as Adore squeezed the sides of her neck and continued to bury her fingers inside of her. Her body was now covered in a film of sweat, and her skin was on fire.

“Adore…Adore, fuck!” Raja gasped, her whole being completely surrendered to her lover.

“I love you. I swear to God, Raja. I fucking love you.” Adore’s forehead met Raja’s. She wanted this to last all night but knew it was impossible. For soon, she would start to dehydrate again and need to rejuvenate in the tub. But for now, she would prove how much she loved Raja.

Raja’s whines were now loud moans, matching those of which sounded from outside her home. She was getting close, especially now that Adore had added another finger and was clawing at the witch’s back.

“Come for me, Raja,” Adore whispered, just as Raja had. She ground her hips against the bed sheets more, close to releasing herself. “Come with me.”

And Raja threw her head back, her body trembling as she released against Adore’s hand.

The mermaid did just the same, her free arm now wrapped around Raja’s body as she held them both tightly together. They were both sweaty messes of pure euphoria.

Raja panted, kissing Adore’s cheek before flopping down onto the bed. Now they were done.

Adore pressed a kiss to Raja’s thigh, her stomach, her chest, and her lips before she relaxed her body against the witch’s. 

Raja was still catching her breath, playing with Adore’s blonde hair as her body relaxed.

“You made white blood,” Adore closed her eyes, fingers dancing delicately along Raja’s abdomen.

Raja chuckled. “That’s the come, Adore. That’s why we tell the person we love to come for them.”

“Oh. Humans are so bizarre sometimes.” Adore smiled.

“Yeah. We can be,” Raja looked down at Adore, trailing a finger along the mermaid’s brow. “I want to know though…what you just did to me…how did you know how to do that?”

Adore shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. I just wanted to touch you there. I just…knew I wanted to.”

“I see.” Raja nodded before a thought crossed her mind. “So, like, how do merpeople make love?” Her nails moved to Adore’s back, relishing in this moonlight that seeped in from the roof.

Adore giggled, “Maybe I’ll tell you another day. Let’s just enjoy this.” She kissed Raja’s breast. “While it lasts.”

And Raja’s smile wavered. “I wish I could just hold you all night.”

“You can always get in the tub with me,” Adore hinted. “Not like we haven’t done that before.”

“True.”

“But I’ll let you sleep in your own bed tonight. Maybe some other time,” Adore’s fingers stroked delicately along Raja’s belly now, the witch shivering. “God, they all sound in pain.”

Raja noted the sounds of pure ecstasy coming from outside, witches and warlocks fucking like it was their first time. “Yeah, it’s kind of noisy, I guess. But they’re having fun.”

“I had fun,” Adore giggled, lashes tickling Raja’s chest. “I want to do that again.”

“Oh my God, you’re hilarious.” Raja chuckled, her fingers now in Adore’s snow-like hair. “There’s nothing stopping us.”

“We can’t,” Adore groaned, however, “I’m starting to dry out again.”

“Oh.” Raja panicked internally, sitting up. “You need to go in the tub?”

“Yes. But I can do it myself,” Adore also sat up, getting off the bed.

Making her way to the still-filled tub, Raja still lay there in her bed, taking in the sight of the mermaid’s naked form. Just looking at her skin, she could still feel the softness of it under her fingertips. And it was pure heaven. 

The mermaid was pure heaven.

Before getting in the tub, Adore looked over her shoulder, “Would you come sit with me? Until I sleep, at least?”

Of course, Raja couldn’t say no. She stood by the tub, watching Adore’s legs seal together, forming her long shimmering tail. When the transformation was finished, she sat down.

And that’s when Adore asked, “Which part of me do you like the best?”

“What? Like, body part?” Raja asked.

“No. I mean, do you like me human or mermaid?” Adore raised a brow.

And Raja gulped. “I…I like you no matter what.” It wasn’t a lie. The witch adored every bit of her tethered one. But, deep down, she wanted the human version because that meant they had a future. And, fuck, she wanted that so bad.

Adore seemed satisfied with the answer, reaching her hand out of the tub.

The witch took it in her own, leaning her head against the cold tub.

“Goodnight, Raja,” Adore said breathlessly. “I love you.”

Raja’s heart pounded, cheeks staining red. “I love you too.”

And with that, the mermaid let go of Raja’s hand, letting her body slide down, the water now submerging her.

And that was it. All Raja could do now was get up and drag her tired ass to bed. 

But she simply couldn’t move. 

Just…sitting there beside the tub, knowing Adore was still in there…she couldn’t bring herself not to be away from the mermaid.

Not after what they had just shared. Part of her mind couldn’t grasp any of it, how this was even possible. Of all the other witches she had fucked in her lifetime, nothing compared to what happened with Adore. Her skin could have lit itself on fire when Adore pressed her body to hers. That tethered feeling, the electric light flowing through them both, it reached its peak the moment Adore kissed Raja’s skin. 

Fuck, it was almost as if she was high, the buzz beneath her skin making her see bursts of colour behind her closed eyes.

Yes…A feeling the witch had never experienced in her life.

A throaty moan from somewhere outside brought Raja back to reality. And when she was aware of her surroundings again, she felt it. 

Like she was being watched.

Looking around, the dark witch knew her instinct was correct. Looking towards the door, there was Raven — just standing there, her arms folded, shadows covering most of her.

“Can I help you?” Raja could tell; there was something about the way Raven looked at her, almost like…she was disappointed. But the dark witch paid no heed, finally standing up, uncaring of her nakedness.

“I thought I heard some sort of commotion.” Raven cocked her head.

Raja cringed, “Yeah, sorry we kept you awake.” She finally reached for her night dress.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t just you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are a lot of riled-up witches out there tonight.” Raven glanced outside, the sounds of ecstasy still echoing in the night air, “And I was also awake anyway. Just thought I’d let you know I’ve finished preparations for the spell.”

Raja’s breath caught in her throat, eyes widening. “Oh. R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Good.” Raja nodded, now fidgeting with her hands.

Raven cocked her head to the other side now. “What’s wrong, Mother Witch?”

“Raven." 

"Answer the question.”

Raja scoffed, looking away. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Oh, really?” Raven’s hands were now on her hips. “How odd. I could have sworn I heard a bit of hesitation just now.”

And Raja shook her head. “No. No, I didn’t hesitate.”

“Hmm. Having second thoughts?" 

”No.“ 

To this, all Raven did was blink. And, fuck, Raja could have punched her in the throat.

"I see,” Raven nodded. She turned and slowly inched her way back to the door. Before leaving, however, she looked over her shoulder. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”

Raja’s brows knit together. “Where?”

“My place. I need a hand carrying the equipment.” Raven answered, her voice suggesting it should have been a given.

Raja then fidgeted with the knot tied around her waist. “We're… We’re doing it now?”

And Raven was silent for a moment. “Are you sure you’re not having doubts, my love?”

“Raven.” Raja’s voice raised. “No. I am not having doubts.”

“Huh. Alright.” Raven nodded a head to the cold night outside the hut. “Well, let’s go.”

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⇨ GO THE DISTANCE

pairing: lucifer morningstar x chloe decker type: one shot / word count: 4.5k warnings: nothing, i think

Lucifer's not ready to give up, and when Jana comes to the penthouse, disturbing his evening with Chloe, he is more sure than ever; he needs to fight for her.

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In many ways, she didn’t think it was fair. It wasn’t fair of her to be jealous of Jana, the air hostess, when she had shown up ready for a night of pleasure with him. It wasn’t fair of her to feel both jealous and angry about the fact that Lucifer Morningstar, a free man who was in no way entitled to a relationship with her, Chloe Decker, wanted a careless night of sex with Jana the air hostess. Yet, she found herself blinking rapidly as she excused herself, the tears stinging her eyes as she rode the lift back down, sneaking out of LUX quickly enough not to be spotted by anyone. She didn’t think it was fair that she rode the car back to her house, feeling as if she had just been broken up with, as if she was some teenage girl and he was the textbook example of a handsome and sports mad fellow. 

Yet she did, and Chloe felt like she wanted to scream at the world and herself – not necessarily in that particular order – when she instead had to return home, pay her babysitter and return her focus to Trixie. 

What she hadn’t seen, what she hadn’t heard – possibly what she hadn’t felt in the right mindset to notice – was how Lucifer had been left dumbfounded at the balcony, pleading for her to stay, all at the same time as he desperately tried sending Jana on her way. Even if she had, she didn’t think it would matter much. He had made his choice; Lucifer Morningstar, the world’s first man-whore had made his decision, and the only thing Chloe Decker could do – the only thing she could do even better than being a detective – was to go home and be a mother. Trixie was, and would always be, the most important person in her life, and she was the one thing that could always put a smile on Chloe’s face, no matter what.

However, there was one rather significant thing Chloe Decker was unaware of, and that was how Lucifer Morningstar was terrified of losing her. It felt ridiculous, he was the Devil, the King of Desire. He was tall, muscular and handsome. He could lure out anyone’s desires, just by looking in their eyes, he had everyone fawning adoration at his feet – both men and women. Yet, he was terrified of losing the one person in this world he loved – if he, the Devil, was even capable of such a human thing as love.

Lucifer was well aware that they were nothing more than partners, she the intelligent detective and he her handsome sidekick. He was well aware that she had been in a relationship with Daniel Espinoza, the douche, that they had a child together, and that Chloe was the furthest from engaging in a new relationship with someone at the precinct, or someone within the police force. 

Quite frankly, he found himself agreeing with her. 

So, when Jana had entered the penthouse, strolled out of the lift as if she had always belonged there, as if her place within Lucifer’s home was as regular as the placement of the sofa or the bottles of whisky on his extravagant shelf, his mind had gone blank, his worries for what Chloe might think filling his head. He had noticed how she had seemed to shut down, closing off the gates that Lucifer found himself hoping he had just managed to nudge open. She had excused herself, saying it was for the best that she went home, that it was a mistake of her to come to his place.

Lucifer had tried to utter the words he wanted, leaping to his feet as he tried sending Jana off, and keeping Chloe there, with him, but instead he had failed. Chloe had left, an expression of hurt and betrayal bleeding out of her eyes. He didn’t blame her, she had all the reasons in the world to be hurt for how stupid he was. Lucifer Morningstar, who on every other occasion was quick and snarky in his remarks, who never seemed to hesitate the words he was about to say, was left standing dumbfounded as he watched Chloe leave, not even managing to get out the utterly idiotic “Chloe, please stay” that he ought to say. 

The first thing he had done after Chloe left, when he had finally come to his senses and successfully uttered something else than a string of sounds that made absolutely no sense to anyone, was to send Jana flying. The expression of being lost fell from his face, replaced with a tensely set jaw, and a pair of eyes that darkened – and it was definitely not in the way Jana had imagined seeing his eyes darken. 

“I need you to get out.” He uttered, his words accompanied by a deep growl coming from somewhere deep in his chest, and while he didn’t fail to notice how Jana’s eyes widened – either in shock or fear – he didn’t seem to care, or he didn’t process it enough in the moments. She didn’t obey his wish however, the Devil growing impatient in his spot, and with long strides, he marched across the living room of the penthouse. “I said, get out.” 

Cowering in her place, Jana mumbled something, before gathering her things and rushing off, furiously pressing the button to the lift, almost as if she hoped it would arrive sooner if she hit the button repeatedly. 

Some part of Lucifer, no matter how stupid it was, hoped Chloe was still there in the lift when the doors opened, his heart sinking in his chest as he saw she was not. He didn’t quite know why he hoped for it; never before had he considered her to be of that calibre, at least not when it came to him. Perhaps that, alongside the fact that she was immune to his mojo and his charms, was the reason he enjoyed spending his time with her. The way she challenged him, always paving a way for him that made him need to be a better man, a better version of himself. If it was for himself, for the world, or for her - well, he wasn’t quite sure, but he was sure it was what he wanted to do with his life.

He spent a solid five, if not even ten minutes, getting ready, giving the Devil time to gather his cool, gather his courage to tell Chloe how he felt. The food was still scattered in its place, on the balcony where he had wanted for them to have their dinner in peace, accompanied by the starry sky and the background noise of Los Angeles to be the music – if sirens and engines could be called that - while they enjoyed each other’s company. Silently swearing at himself underneath his breath, Lucifer quickly tidied his place up, not wishing to return to find his penthouse filled with birds and other creatures of the Earth.

The drive to her house took forever – or at least it felt like it took forever, the roof of his Corvette down, the wind tugging his neatly styled hair out of place, and for possibly the first time ever, Lucifer didn’t care. He didn’t care, because when everything came to it, the way his hair looked wasn’t the reason he could have a chance with Chloe, and the way his tie was waistcoat was unbuttoned and the sleeves of his jacket were uneven, but it didn’t matter. If he was going to have a chance with Chloe, it was regardless of his fancy Armani or his hair-products worth more than a human could imagine. If he was going to have a chance with Chloe, it was because she fell for him – his stupid personality that had just seen her leave his penthouse because of his wild past.

Her house was quiet, and dark – even the light outside her front door was turned off, though the vehicle parked in her driveway told him she was still here (he had serious doubts that she would have the Douche come pick both her and her daughter up at this hour, knowing that the child would have gone to sleep long ago). Several scenarios played out in Lucifer’s mind; scenarios of her coming to greet him, happy to see him, scenarios of her not opening the door, or kicking him back out. Swallowing nervously – could the Devil even be nervous? – Lucifer got out of the car, giving his sleeves a gentle tug as he evened them with the cuffs of his shirt, and while he acknowledged the state of his waistcoat, he simply ignored it. 

Right now, all he needed was Chloe.

The second her babysitter had left, Chloe had found herself sinking down against the soft cushions of the sofa, feeling like the largest moron in the world. Could it really just have been an unfortunate incident that Jana showed up at Lucifer’s penthouse? She doubted it, knowing how Lucifer had been in the past, having heard the stories – extravagant and overly detailed as he usually told them. Even now she imagined he would be in his penthouse, somewhere deep into a fiery and passionate night with Jana, and Chloe was there – in the living room of her house, a glass of wine on the table in front of her, and the soft sounds of her daughter’s snores escaping through the sliding door to the bedroom. 

She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that he could be stepping out of his Corvette, only a few feet from her front door, hands fumbling nervously at the lapels of his jacket as he gathered the courage he needed to knock on the door. The fact that she went to his penthouse still loomed over her head like a dark cloud, raining down on every thought that how it had turned out was for the better, because when everything came to it, she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t so sure it was for the better that Lucifer was somewhere shagging an air hostess and not having a care in the world, while she was right there, grieving a lost love she didn’t know she had. Then her mind wandered to Trixie, her poor daughter who had never asked for a step-parent (or whatever Lucifer would want to be called), but who still adored her mother’s partner. 

Chloe was reaching for the glass of wine, the cheap rosé not one of her favourites (though it worked for its purpose now; drowning whatever she was feeling for him), when she froze, the knock on the door causing the blood in her veins to go cold. It couldn’t be Lucifer – she was set in her mind that he was at the penthouse. Could it be Dan? She didn’t quite find herself figuring out the possible reason for her ex-husband to show up at her door, though it wouldn’t be the first time. Still, she remained seated on the sofa, the cushions dipping underneath her as she leaned back, leaving the glass in its place on the table. Maybe, if she waited, the person knocking would gather their senses and leave.

For a whole five minutes, it seemed as if that was the case – until a new knock was heard from the door, and Chloe inhaled deeply as she gathered the courage and energy to hoist herself from the sofa to open the door.

Lucifer was taller than her, towering a proud head above her when she wore her shoes – but barefoot, she reached the middle of his chest, which was the very first thing she faced as the door opened. His chest, the one she had caught herself dreaming about falling asleep against. His breaths were even, deep and steady, and she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes; feeling as if she cowered where she stood. Chloe had her doubts that he was the Devil, but he did look mighty were he stood outside her door. 

“Hello, Detective,” he purred, plastering one of his charming smiles onto his lips as she felt her heart skip a beat, and she had to take a second – just to mentally yell at herself for letting him have this effect on her. “I wanted to clear the air between us – you know, with the whole Jana-thing.” Lucifer cleared his throat, straightening even further, and Chloe felt as if the height difference between them grew even more. “If you’re up for hearing a rather awful tale about a turbulent flight to France, that is.” He added when she didn’t respond, and she could feel herself roll her eyes at him.

“Why would I want to listen to you about her, though?” Chloe countered, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him search his brain for the right words. “She seemed to be homey in the penthouse, and it sure as hell didn’t seem like she just accidentally dropped by.”

Lucifer’s brows furrowed, a muscle in his jaw ticking as it tensed. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, Lucifer.” Chloe huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “With all the knowledge you seem to hold, I can’t actually believe you’re such a dimwit.” 

He seemed offended by her words, his normally dark brown eyes darkening a little, though not in the way any of his many partners had seen his eyes darken previously – and Chloe had to admit, it wasn’t the way she had hoped to see his eyes darken at the end of the night. However, he quickly schooled his expression, giving his cuffs a tug. “Well, alright – if that is how you feel, Detective, I won’t bother to continue the explanation.” Lucifer hesitated – hesitated – and swallowed nervously, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he caught himself raking his eyes over her. “Have a good night, Detective.”

For the first time since he arrived, she felt like an idiot, though she never gave her hand the all clear to reach out for him, fingers grasping onto the smooth fabric of his jacket as she caused him to halt to a stop, his entire body tensing underneath her touch. “Lucifer – please,” Chloe paused, surprising herself as he turned, eyebrows arched, patiently waiting for her to continue. “Come in, please? You’ve come all this way, I’d be rude to send you away again.” She didn’t fail to notice how he narrowed his eyes, though there was nothing crude behind it – on the contrary, it was done out of curiosity, his feet obeying to her words as he stepped further into the comfort of her home. 

“I can assure you, Detective,” Lucifer started, voice low and his back to her as he stopped by the sliding door to Trixie’s bedroom, curiously eyeing the art hanging on the surface of the door. The child was no artist, her drawn humans looking rather odd – and he had to stifle a scoff as he noticed how she had drawn him, the marking of the pen against the sheet of paper doing him no justice. Turning to face her, he didn’t fail to notice the hopeful expression on her face, though it was quickly schooled into something neutral, as if he was touching on something of a weakness within the walls she had built around herself. “Nothing happened between me and Jana. She left the penthouse, not more than five minutes after you.” 

Chloe struggled to fathom the meaning to his words; he had been presented with the opportunity to have careless, wild sex, and he had sent her home. Instead, he was standing in the hallway of her home, Chloe Decker’s home. She hadn’t quite noticed how he looked – his shirt wrinkled, waistcoat undone, and pocket square abandoned somewhere, though it didn’t seem he minded. His hair was tousled, to say the least, the wind caused by driving without the roof of his Corvette having toyed curls out of the product in his hair.

She couldn’t help but feel herself melt a little at the sight of him, the unkempt side of Lucifer causing him to look boyish, and while there was still that flash of misery striking in his eyes, she was almost adamant she could help rid him of the misery. She wanted to, she just didn’t know how.

“She was the furthest from pleased about the setting, but she left.” He continued, his voice a little wary as he watched her stepping into the kitchen. Lucifer had already noticed the seemingly untouched glass of rosé on the coffee table in Chloe’s living room, causing him to be confused as she reached into one of her cupboards, though he had to nearly pinch himself from breaking into a grin when she brought out the bottle of whisky – the bottle of whisky that he had stashed there – and a glass, and although it was far from the kind of expensive glass he had at his penthouse, he didn’t hesitate when she offered him, bowing his head as a silent thank you.

“It seems unlike you to send someone like Jana away.” Chloe uttered, eyes remaining on him, carefully trying to read his expression, his body language. Lucifer, however, had perfectly taught himself how to appear nothing but blank, both in expression and body language – not even his eyes were wavering with a change of emotions as she spoke, keeping the kitchen island between them as she leaned back against the hard edge of the counter. Lucifer lifted the glass to his lips, eyes locked on her as he swallowed a mouthful – not even the strong beverage causing his expression to change. “When does Lucifer Morningstar ever turn down sex?”

He scoffed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “What’s it to you?”

“I’m curious, I guess.” Chloe shrugged, averting her gaze, though not failing to notice how he narrowed his eyes, studying her closely.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Lucifer countered, his voice a low silken purr as he placed the glass on the surface in front of him, the lighting from her roof twinkling in his ring – the ring Chloe had always found herself awfully fascinated by, though she would never want to admit it. “You know, Detective, I never fancied myself the kind of case you would want to solve. How come you changed your mind?”

“I’ve never seen you as a case, Lucifer. Challenge, yes, but never a case.” Chloe rolled her eyes, her reaction causing a smirk to tug at the corners of Lucifer’s lips. “With all your tales of sexcapades and orgies, I’m just surprised you didn’t roll over and obey Jana’s every wish when she turned up. I guess I’m just surprised you chose to be here, with me, instead.” 

First, Lucifer thought she was joking. Surely she had to be, there was no way Chloe Decker didn’t know how he felt about her. Even if she didn’t know the full thing, she had to have seen something or heard something – she was a bloody detective, she should have read his body language whenever she was around. Therefore, he laughed, though he quickly schooled himself when he noticed the unamused expression on her face, his jaw tensing as he gathered himself. 

“Detective, you don’t see it, do you?” He uttered, swift movements taking him around the kitchen island, Chloe catching a whiff of his cologne as the gap between them got smaller with each of his steps. “I don’t care about Jana, or any of those other wild sexcapades.” 

Clearing her throat, Chloe made an attempt at regaining her cool, taking a step to the side, the hard edge of the counter digging into the skin of her lower back. “Sure doesn’t seem like that with how proudly you brag about them.” She tried to seem confident, hoping that he didn’t notice the slight tremble in her voice – instead she got lost in him, those deep eyes, the comforting smell, and the way his body was radiating heat as if he was some sort of personal space heater reserved just for her. Truth be told, she expected him to snort, to respond in a classic Lucifer style, though he didn’t. Instead, he chuckled – a deep, rumbling sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sounded happy.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t like any of the chuckles she had heard from him before – it didn’t sound as forced.

“Well, if that’s how you feel,” Lucifer shrugged, taking a step backwards – away from her, though his expression remained the same as it had before, the same difficult-to-read expression that had caused Chloe’s pulse to quicken and her mind to wander. “If you see me as nothing more than a sex-crazed doofus, then I better get going, Detective.”

“Stay, Lucifer. Please.” 

Like she had in the hallway, she found herself reaching out for him, fingertips toying at the fabric at his cuffs, the cool metal of his cufflinks sending a shiver through her. This time, however, Lucifer hadn’t been able to move – he was still standing within the close comfort of her kitchen, and when she raised her gaze to meet his eyes, he didn’t bother schooling his expression. Lucifer looked boyish from before, with his curls toyed free, but the carefree expression on his face made him look even younger – the way his dark eyes lightened at her touch, the way his teeth were just barely bared in a grin, and not one of his classic and mischievous grins. This was one she had never truly seen before, one she would later learn was reserved purely for her.

“Is that what you wish?” His words were sincere, his voice low and smooth as he kept his eyes on her, her hand having failed to let go of his cuff. Lucifer was just as well aware as Chloe that Trixie was asleep in the room right next to them, and truthfully, Chloe had never imagined her night to turn to this – what would she even say if the child woke, and came to find her mother tangled up with Lucifer? 

Yet, it didn’t seem to bother her, not even seeming to be more than a fleeting thought in her mind as she stepped closer to her partner, her hand moving up his arm until it settled on the side of his neck, fingertips just barely grazing the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Chloe,” Lucifer breathed, the way he said her name making it sound as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders, his whole body leaning into her touch – almost begging her to never let him go. “I need you to be sure that this is what you want. That us is what you want.”

She had so many things she had wanted to say at the balcony of his penthouse, so many things she wanted to let him know, so many things that had drowned in a pit of misery and jealousy as Jana had exited the lift. The majority of her was unhappy about the way she had seemed to surrender to him now, her hand against the warmth of his skin, her gaze getting lost somewhere deep within his dark brown eyes, and the lack of fear for what Trixie would say if she woke to find her mother and Lucifer like this. Yet, she couldn’t quite get herself to mind it, because quite frankly, she didn’t see a point in denying them.

He had been insufferable, his devilish grins, immature jokes and mojo-ing their suspects, telling tales of shagging nearly everyone between heaven and hell, but while he acted before he thought, he stuck to her, never failing to leave her side. He listened to her, cared for her – after all, he had shown up at her door when she stormed out of his penthouse, rather than staying and having a night of the fun he easily could have seen himself have with Jana. 

“Look, I don’t know what us happens to be-,” Chloe breathed, not failing to notice the flicker in Lucifer’s eyes – even just for a second - as he glanced at her lips, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his own lips. “But, I know that if you’re in it, I’d like to figure it out – I think.”

“You think?” Lucifer’s tone was husked, and she could feel the low rumble of his voice from where she held her hand at his neck. “You know I don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to relationships. This isn’t going to be easy, I’m not easy.”

She simply stifled a chuckle, his breath hitching as her hand slid further into his hair, toying gently with the curls at the back of his head. He stood perfectly still, fingers twitching slightly at his side, though he didn’t make any moves to reach out for her. “Relationships aren’t supposed to be easy, Lucifer. They’re supposed to be a give-and-take between two people who care for each other. If this is something you want, then we’ll make it work.”

“Do you want it?” 

His words were shaky, his brows furrowed with worry as he looked at her. The Lucifer he showed at work was long gone, replaced by a vulnerable and possibly even hurt man, who didn’t trust – or wish to trust – his own feelings. Chloe’s lips tugged upwards into a smile, a small, almost melancholic smile as she lifted her other hand to run the pad of her thumb along his cheekbone. “I do, Lucifer – I do want this, but a relationship consists of two people, and your opinion and your thoughts are just as important as mine.”

She noticed how he swallowed nervously, seeming to think – or overthink – his moves as he lifted his hands to find their place on her hips. Never before had she seen Lucifer so slow, careful and considerate with anyone, the way he seemed to check in with her between each of his moves, between each of his touches, telling her this wasn’t something he just wanted to get over with and be done with. Stifling a chuckle, however, she stretched up, catching him by surprise as she closed the gap between them.

His lips were soft against hers, his beard smelling of expensive aftershave being mixed with the unmistakable taste and smell of whisky from his mouth, and the comfortable smell of his cologne. Lucifer found himself stiffening as her lips found his, though he quickly melted into her touch, her lips swallowing his surprised grunt as she nudged him backwards, his back colliding with the hard edge of the kitchen counter. “I want this, Lucifer. I want us to try this.” Chloe murmured, relishing in the content hum he responded with. “But if this is going to work, we both have to go the distance.” 

Lucifer didn’t quite know what that meant, but in the years to follow, he seemed to learn what it meant, because if there was one thing he always wanted, and would risk his life doing, it would be going the distance for her. 

Lucifer Morningstar would always go the distance for Chloe Decker.

[vaugarde]

18, 30, 42 >w<

18. Any OC crackships?

sakura jade x TRIXIE bc they're both egotistical contest stars but TRIXIE is like.... the most extreme version of that. they would never actually work genuinely lmao sakura doesnt wanna be outperformed and i think he'd even be really creeped out by her. but like. on a REALLY base level without getting into that they'd be very funny i think. (i actually genuinely considered it except itd have more problems than few yknow)

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

she only has one but asha lmao. she actually has a bat plushie from atlas that she's had since she hatched and they're EXTREMELY attached to it. they would have an entire collection if they were able to. its secret bc they want to look intimidating and don't want others to look down on her but valerie thinks its adorable and insists on showing her own plushie collection to them

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

very specific question i don't know... mayyyybe atlas since's he's named for one? castor's hyperfixated on legendaries mythology so maybe him since greek gods are sorta like that? maybe both and they bond over it?

[ikoarts]

July 2023 Art

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1 - 03/07/2023 : one of my fave drawings of this year! Sage and Buttercup hangin out, Sage is.. not good at taking photos, meanwhile Butters is defo a bit of a shutterbug, just brothers who are total opposites of one another

2 - 07/07/2023 : twas thinking of Kubo again at this point and wanted to doodle him, hes a bit emo but thats ok x

3, 4 - 18/07/2022 : 2 pen doodles (spooky!) of Ru n Toni, i wanted to doodle them semi realistic, mostly exploring their facial features, Toni is my fave of these 2 coz honestly thats exactly how id imagine she'd look, with her rounder features and a bit of a pronounced chin, her smaller (height wise) nose, generally smaller and rounder features than Ru... Ru's eyes are quite pretty here tho... u will see more pen doodles soon

5 - 19/07/2023 : saw a post (think its on my OC tag blog actually) about hard lad bisexual men walking into poles and busting their noses and walking away pretending like nothing happened, and it immediately made me think of Caspian, so i drew him having a nose sploot and trying to act cool, he'd promptly walk away snorting with his hands in his pockets and spitting

6, 7 - 20/07/2023 : back 2 basics Ru! one of my fave Rushada drawings, dressed a lil differently and proposing a life where she was a worm... would u still love her? be honest x

2nd one, i think im funny he he.. Surge in the sonic OVA meme pose calling Kit Wails (like wa tails. like wario. so surge is probably wonic.) i had a lot of fun drawing this tbh and im happy with the execution

8 - 25/07/2023 : no way.. Ru and her weird cat (Luisa)....... i said somethin like that and it made me think of them as the Spirit Phone cover art, so i drew this, another of my faves, this was a good month for art despite not drawing much

9 - 26/07/2023 : another of Ru n Luisa, i think Ru's hair is long enough for Luisa to hide in if she wants, probably when she's upset, Ru doesn't quite know how to react, which is a common thing with her and Luisa coz thats not her kid she just happens to get stuck babysitting her.. i luv Ru here shes adorable

10, 11 - 30/07/2023 : phone doodles! tried planning out what Trixie's fullbody would look like, im pleased with this but will have to do a fully detailed drawing at some point. last one is a silly TTTE reference, i think Trixie likes to honk at Richie bc she is very rude x