DETECTIVE.

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌.

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                      DETXCTIIVE   :   a study in self discovery and love.

a private & selective 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 from 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘍𝘌𝘙. as told by ANNIKA. this blog is 25+ and runs on a queue. activity is low and slow. you can also find me at:

@skullchest & @ascendgravity​

dark & mature themes are present on this blog. proceed at your own risk.

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dean   :   @tobeblamed

    ‘  you wanna know the truth? ’   he arched a brow . 

    ‘  free will . ’   he shrugged .  ‘  simple as that :  did the opposite of what they told me my destiny was . ’

“𝐇𝐔𝐇,” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, mulling over Dean’s words. “Well, I tried that but ended up falling for destiny anyway.” She shrugged. “Worked out in my favor, though.” At least, Chloe supposed.

“So, that’s your secret? Being a rebellious human?” The detective liked the idea of that.

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lucas   :   @spynorth

There’s no answer to her comment, no shift in his expression besides a simple blink across otherwise impassive features. The chair where he sits is hard, unforgiving, but the room itself is far better than the accommodations he’s used to and upon the detective’s dismissal Lucas simply arches an eyebrow, weight shifting but making no move as of yet to get up. 

“You’d be much better at the intimidation factor if you didn’t offer suspects a drink first.” He leans on the table, the very picture of a man without a care in the world, elbows resting against its cool surface. “The tired and burnt out good cop routine tends to require a bad cop in order to be effective.” Lips curve in a smile that belies his true intentions as he pushes back from the table, chair legs against floor a loud sound in the room. “Something to think about for next time.”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 this man had something to hide. Was involved in shady activities. Unfortunately, she held no proof that could warrant his arrest. Lucas North, as it pertained to this crime had no relation. Yet.

In turn, the detective arched her own brow. “Oh?” Chloe questioned. “And what makes you think I was trying to be intimidating?” She often found that if you approached people as humans, showed an ounce of kindness or a listening ear, they were more willing to talk. It was true, it often led criminals to be mistrustful but Chloe found that it did open doors into conversations.

Green eyes followed his movements, making sure he didn’t lunge across the table. While actions were controlled, Chloe thought he was trying to intimidate her. Rattle her cage. Was it a game? Or byproduct of who he was? She couldn’t say. But when he rose, she rose with him, opening the door so he could walk out.

“I’ll be sure when we meet again to offer you sand, instead. Would that be better?”

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molly   :   @secondhandmckie

Well, this was a dumb way to spend a Tuesday. Tuesdays weren’t necessarily her favorite day anyway, but there were about a dozen other things she could name that were better than sitting in an interrogation room. Going to the DMV, for instance. Having a tooth pulled. Letting some little old lady pinch her cheek and wonder how big she’s gotten.

Oh well. Wasn’t the first time she’d been in one of these, wouldn’t be the last time…she guessed, anyway.

Molly glanced up as the detective stepped inside the room, her expression tired. Bored. She started the interrogation like they all did–I know who you are, here’s who I am, go ahead and incriminate yourself–and caused Molly to shrug heavily. “Behind the scenes tour?” She glanced about the room before returning her gaze back to Detective Decker. “LA tourism is really ramping itself up, gotta tell you.”

“You got any of that cheap police station coffee? I try to make it myself at home, but you guys get that burned taste just right.”

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘. But, Chloe had to admit that when suspects were sassy or defensive, they had something to hide. So with Molly’s snarky remarks were a red flag for the detective. She was hiding something. Was it the robbery? Or something else?

“When you are released, you’re more than welcome to stop at the coffee cart outside,” she replied, dryly. Green eyes were bright, keen. She looked the woman up and down. She could see it. The burglary thing. But normal cat burglary stuff. Petty crime. Nothing this grand. Was she working alone or have an accomplice?

Opening a folder, Chloe took out a few photographs. Images of expensive and high end jewelry. Stuff that could be pawned for a solid pay day. Some of the pieces were even historical. As if a museum had been robbed.

“Do you recognize any of these jewelry pieces? I think they’re quite lovely.” Too expensive for her taste, but Chloe could admire a diamond necklace.

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juliette·   :   @balaproof

@detxctiive··  said:    “Does  that  hurt?”

juliette  is  too  stubborn  –  like  really  too  stubborn  .  so  stubborn  in  fact  ,  she’d  been  shot  and  it  went  straight  through  her  and  she  refused  to  go  to  the  hospital  because  the  damage  wasn’t  that  bad  and  could  be  easily  mendable  by  herself  .  though  it  made  it  easier  having  decker  there  to  help  her  with  this  process  .  she  hisses  as  the  gauze  is  pressed  to  her  wound  ,  jaw  clenching  as  she  grips  the  arm  of  the  chair  she  was  sat  in  .  “  only  a  little  bit  .  ”  it’s  said  in  a  short  ,  almost  bitter  tone  ,  though  it  wasn’t  anything  that  had  to  do  with  chloe  ,  she  was  just  pissed  that  she’d  gotten  shot  and  also  just  in  a  lot  of  pain  .  “  how  much  longer  until  you’re  done  ?  ”  her  words  are  strained  as  she  tries  to  breath  so  she  didn’t  black  out  from  the  pain  and  lack  of  oxygen  after  noticing  she’d  been  holding  her  breath.  

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂. Chloe’s training in handling bullet wounds was minimal. There’d been a time or two she needed to apply pressure but EMS always arrived to handle the gnarly bits. But she didn’t have a choice with Juliette. The woman was crazy to not go to the hospital. “Yes,” she breathed. “I’ve done what I can but you really should get it looked at. Just in case it gets infected.”

Wrapping the gauze one more time, the blond pushed back on her heels and rose. Stripping off her gloves, she looked at the woman. “I know I won’t convince you, but getting it checked out by a professional would be the smart thing.” She gave Juliette a pointed look. Maybe insulting her intelligence would spur her ass into gear.

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julien·   :   @lesoleilavole

@detxctiive· sent : Feels good to get away with something, doesn’t it? (Julien)

           “Ce n'est pas s'en tirer avec quelque chose si cela a un prix.” Comes the rather blunt response. HE DOESN’T QUITE LIKE THE IMPLICATION OF HER WORDS ; no choice he’s ever made has come without some kind of consequence. “Do you want my help or not , detective? if so , maybe you should stop judging my life as if you know it. It’s not some story in a book.” & IF IT WERE ; IT WOULD BE SOMETHING RATHER MISERABLE , HE THINKS. He was only here in the U.S because MI6 owed the CIA  a favour. He’d come here to help Felix. Not to be…judged. Clearly , she’s not much of a rule breaker , he decides. Either that or she was and resented having to be so.

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐒 they pressed into a thin line. This conversation was not going in the direction she had hoped. Chloe didn’t mean anything cruel by it. She was never one to judge people for who they were. All she cared about were facts and justice and keeping in line with the law.

“Julien...” the blond started. “That’s not---I wasn’t judging you. I’m the last person to judge.” How many times had she been given grief about the one and only movie she stared in? When people saw her face, they didn’t take her seriously, only thought about her nude scene.

Exhaling, blond ponytail shifting over her shoulder. “Look. I’m here, too, because I want to help. I care about justice and finding out the truth. I hope we can do that together.”

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laurent  :   @lesoleilavole

@detxctiive sent : I’m consistently surprised by the whole no sense of humor thing. (Laurent)

     HE FINDS VERY LITTLE TO LAUGH ABOUT THESE DAYS - Laurent often wonders if something inside him is defective. As a child he had laughed , he had enjoyed humour and had found it to be an escape. These days he has very little time for it. He looks at Chloe for a moment , considering his words. OF COURSE SHE’S SURPRISED. He is constantly in some sort of serious mode because he’s constantly working. He’s burnt out. He feels nothing half the time and the other half he feels too much.                     “I suppose it got forced out of me.”  IT’S A QUIET RESPONSE , shoulders shrugging. Lucifer has a habit of being rather funny and yet it affects Laurent little. Perhaps something was broken inside him.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 out of her partner’s book. Lucifer always had a witty remark or nickname to use. Granted, most of the time in was said in a mean way, but there was still a chuckle to be had. Trying to get Laurent to smile, though, that’d been tough. Chloe’s heart broke for him.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. What sort of person, a mother, would do that to a child? Who would strip all the good parts of childhood and life, molding their offspring into something lifeless? It made her blood boil. She and Dan might not be perfect, but they did what they could to make sure Trixie was happy. “Probably doesn’t mean much but I wish I could do something for you. To make it better.”

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ophelia   :   @theresastargirl

“No, I imagine they don’t.” It would be far too easy if they did. They couldn’t all just work a 9-5 shift like the rest of the world, keep to business hours and a code of conduct. The world wasn’t like that.

Ophelia orders another drink as well before leaning against the bar a bit. “Still… shaken up a bit. I mean, I’m fine, I can go about my day, but… loud noises sometime startle me and nightmares and all. Probably typical, nothing too serious.”

She tried not to dwell on it too much, taking her drink and almost all but downing it, the burn being a good shock to her system instead. “You? Everything alright as it can be in the life of crime?”

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 in understanding. Chloe could recall the first time she was involved in a shooting. It was a scene where it would make or break an officer. Determine if they lived or not. You had to rely on your training, if anything else. 

“It’s hard to know what to do in a situation like that. All you can do is hide and pray to God nothing bad happens.” Which that, too, could only do so much. And Chloe didn’t really believe in God. “Or pray to the Universe,” she said as an after thought. “I’m sorry things have been rough.”

Beer rolled over her tongue as the detective thought about work. She always tried to think of the positive. To think about why she did this. “Yeah, it is. I just think about my daughter, and how I do this for her, and others like her. Trying to make the world a better place for them.” A wistful smile touched her lips. “But it can be hard, obviously. Being surrounded by death and negativity.” You needed a strong stomach to be a homicide detective.

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ophelia   :  @theresastargirl

Ophelia nodded a bit, pressing her lips together. “I don’t want to ask it of you, especially if you’re busy. I’ve had a few detectives look at it but… either they can’t figure it out or they aren’t telling me something, and I feel like it’s the latter.”

She sighs softly, looking down. “I don’t want to buy into conspiracy theories, I know how insane those can be, but… I feel like there’s something more there. I just have to prove it somehow. At least get some sort of answers.”

𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 But how many monumental tasks had Chloe undertaken during her time as a patrol officer or a detective? A lot. She was just one human, though. She could only do so much. But that was the type of person Chloe was; willing to put her life on the line for others.

“Why don’t you give me what you can and the names of the detectives you’ve been in contact with. I’ll see what I can do.” The blond offered a slight smile. “I can’t promise anything will come of it, and I will have other cases as priorities but I do promise to do what I can. Is that good enough?:

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Raising two daughters was the hardest thing Chloe has ever done. (Besides falling in love with the Devil) But she had a good support system with her mom and those who stayed in LA after Lucifer went back to Hell. 

Being a single mom while working a full time job did put a strain on Chloe’s relationships with her daughters but she kept looking for the future, knowing just how amazing they’d become.

She tried to remain happy, to draw strength from her work and family, but a lot of the time, Chloe was sad. Alone. She kept a brave face for her kids but deep down, she knew they knew. It made their relationship all the more sweeter with the extra affection they would dote upon her.

Also, breaking the news to Trixie that her sister was half angel…yeah, that was an interesting conversation.

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 a nonchalant way. Yeah, of course it felt good, but Chloe rarely abused that power. Mostly she got away with stuff in her personal life. I.E. stealing a piece of Trixie’s chocolate cake. It caused a smile to form.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Nothing too illegal of course.” She gave Molly a pointed look. “And what about you? Feel good when you get away with stuff?”

@secondhandmckie​ sent in:  "Feels good to get away with something, doesn’t it? "

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𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 slipped from her temples. Chloe struggled to keep Julien in focus, the world teetering left and right. She also struggled to hear him. Eyes studied his mouth, trying to watch the movement of his lips. She could do this. Really? Chloe didn’t know. This might be one task Chloe Decker could not complete.

Blond locks shook, sticky with blood. Tears sprung to her eyes as she mutter ‘no’ under her breath. No. She couldn’t. She was done. Tired. Too much pain and heartache bombarded her in a short amount of time. She couldn’t handle it.

Fingers gripped his shoulders, trying to stand. The world was in chaos. Or was it just her? There’d be an explosion, if she recalled correctly. Someone highly pissed at government agents snooping where they shouldn’t. Chloe had been caught in the crossfire. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Spy work wasn’t her thing. This was far different than undercover work as a cop. That was easy. This was hard.

“How?” she finally breathed. “How am I supposed to do this?”

@lesoleilavole​ sent in:  “ hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can. “ ( julien )

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𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽’𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝚂, 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚂 𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴.

                       𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗟𝗢𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥.

As told by Annika | Indie. Private. Selective | 25+

[aflawedfashion]

Lauren German as Chloe Decker in Lucifer 2x12

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Give me a bodyguard AU where Chloe has to protect your muse. Or like…a protection detail of some sort.

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝟏𝐄𝟏 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

You know what they say, Officer… If it’s getting too loud, you’re gettin’ too old.

Do you know why I pulled you over?

I like to punish people too.

Feels good to get away with something, doesn’t it? 

People like to tell me things. Those deep, dark, naughty little desires that’re really on their minds.

It’s a gift. 

Here, take more, it’s only money.

You people are funny about your laws.

Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you are when you can’t control your emotions?

I’m retired. I’ve got nothing but time.

I think you have a visitor.

How’s it hanging, big guy?

Your return to The Underworld has been… requested.

Yep, here it is. The seventh of Never through the fifteenth of Ain’t Gonna Happen? How’s that work for you guys?

I’m consistently surprised by the whole no sense of humor thing.

Look, remind Dad I quit Hell because I was sick and tired of playing a part in his play. 

I’ll warn you against disrespecting Our Father.

You are a mockery of everything divine.

 Do you think I’m the devil because I’m inherently evil or simply because dear ol’ Dad decided I was? Isn’t this a classic case of labeling? 

What do you think happens when the Devil leaves Hell? All those demons, those tormented souls… where do they go?

Tell Father, I’m not. Going. Back.

So you, my feathered friend, can go to hell.

He will not be merciful much longer. 

Can I have your autograph?

Reminds me of how it was before everything got so big and messy.

Sometimes I feel like you were the only one who was ever really honest with me.

Did I sell my soul to the Devil?

That would imply the Devil is actually interested in your soul. 

 I told you I wanted to be a star and that’s when things started happening for me. 

You do call yourself Lucifer. 

Call me whatever you want, but I’m really just a patron of the arts.

Honestly, I introduced you to a few key people who owed me favors. That’s all.

Do you think I’m talented?

You have one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard. It’s sweet, dirty, sexy, soulful… 

I knew you were a star, I just helped the world catch up. 

Because along with the good came a hell of a lot of bad.

Oh, so the Devil made you do it?

Your choices are on you, my dear.

The toxic relationships were my biggest screw-up. God, I really do have the worst taste in men… 

 I can’t believe you almost married that sweaty little imp…

You introduced us!

I suggested you work with him – not sleep with him.

I got confused!

He trapped me in the bathroom at the Grammys a month ago. Cried. Said he wanted to get back together. 

God, I’m such a mess.

God has nothing to do with your mess anymore than I do.

You didn’t sell your soul, but you do owe me a favor. Looks like it’s time to settle up.

I’m scared…

What I’m about to ask is going to be quite difficult for you.

Get it together before it’s too late. You’re wasting your talent. Your life.

I let you down.

Then fix it.

I’m gonna do what you asked. I’m gonna get it together. I promise.

It’s not about me. All these terrible things that weren’t supposed to happen? They happened. What happens next is up to you.

What did you do?

Tell me why. Why did you end her life?

I can smell death coming for you – shall I speed it along?

Times like these I wish I was back in Hell.

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august // t.s.