9 Works by lostinthereality
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One shot fic that takes place between episodes 9 and 10 of season 1.
"Who the hell is this? Where is Matt?"
"He's here. He told me to call you...I can't stop the bleeding." The unknown man's voice trailed off into a panicked heave and again the phone shuffled.
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Emma crawled across the deck, shrugging off the cries of Snow and inched her way towards his prone form - laying her eyes upon him, she felt a deep shudder run across her spine that had nothing to do with the cold - and she fought back a sob. The dark stubble of his beard stood in stark contrast to the pasty white skin of his slack face, blue-tinged lips parted as though he was about to speak. Raven locks clung to his forehead and once again, like so many months ago with Zelena, his form lay lifeless. David reached towards her as though to hug her and Regina still sat hunched over his chest, mumbling rapidly.
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Why is Killian seemingly impervious to the treacherous Maine winters and frigid temperatures? Why does he never have a decent coat on?
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There was no easy way to “sedate” the Devil, but in hindsight, asking him for a date probably wasn’t the best idea Chloe Decker had ever had in her life.
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“So, Lucifer, do you remember the first ever deal we made?” Trixie sung, leaning over the cake and plucking out the candles. Her tongue sneaked out and she licked the chocolate remnants from each candle before dropping them to the counter.
Lucifer had felt his eyes narrow at that particular moment. Of course he remembered.
And he was, after all, a devil of his word.
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Diving into the speculative theories I have for Season5B and what the end game for this show is. Takes place immediately after the last scene of 5A. Established Deckerstar.
“Why must crime scenes always be in the most dreadful, abhorrent places? Honestly.” Lucifer hissed as he swung open the passenger car door of her Charger. It was just past seven AM and normally the sun would be already baking the blacktop of LA’s seedy alleyways, but the clouds from last night still hovered thickly in the sky above. The air was damp and humid, but oddly enough the chill, that was uncommon for August, clung on.
“Yes, the killer really should’ve kept that in mind when he murdered someone, Lucifer.” She snapped. It felt good to be back in roles that she knew, felt comfortable with. Banter. Sarcasm. Work. No celestial craziness in sight.
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Chloe Decker was not one to panic.
She was steadfast, calm, stable. Rational, dammit.
…but as she had stared up at Lucifer, with his arm outstretched towards the Heavens she had just descended from, with a flaming sword flickering against his unmarred suit - panic was exactly what she felt.
His mouth had opened into a confused “Oh”, and she had felt bile rise up at the back of her throat in what only could be described as pure unadulterated panic.
Very quick one shot that wouldn't leave me be, directly after season 5b finale.
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different ending to 5x07, our mojo. 5 part series.
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“I mean honestly child, you cannot expect the pancake to be of the utmost perfection?” Lucifer’s exasperated voice trailed off into a scoff. She heard a giggle and then a clang of metal hitting against what sounded like the floor, followed by a yelp and a “Bloody hell, urchin!"
Domestic ficlet of Easter morning that would not leave my brain this morning.