desire shouldn't be contained, it's unnatural.

"why would i mess with perfection?" indie, semi-selective lucifer morningstar from netflix 'lucifer' 21+ both mun & muse est. may 2018, semi-active, multi verse, multi ship (like c'mon he's bi as hell)tracking: #hollywoodsdevil

[hollywoodsdevil]

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[dtchloedecker]

Chloe couldn't help being surprised by Lucifer’s apology. She was the one who stormed away from them (although one couldn't blame her given that she was watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats). She was the one who waited until they were close enough to the car for her to drive off and literally leave them in the dust. So, if anything, she was expecting him to be angry with her. But, when she looked up at him, she realized that he had no idea what he was apologizing for. She also noticed that Little Miss Clueless wasn't behind him. She looked further back and noticed the woman in question sitting in the chairs at the wall.

Chloe sighed. They clearly needed to talk, but not here not out in the open. She stood up without saying a word and opened the door to an interrogation and gestured inside. Once Lucifer was inside, she shut the door behind him. Then, she took a few steps forward and leaned on the wall and sighed.

"Look, I appreciate your apology, but I don't know what you're apologizing for," she said, calmly without any trace of anger. "Is it for bringing Eve without asking me if I was okay with it? For threatening to find the killer on your own if I wasn't? For almost having sex with her way out in the open while we were supposed to be making an arrest?" She sighed. "Are you even sorry or are you just apologizing so I'll be okay with her being here?"

@hollywoodsdevil

[hollywoodsdevil]

Lucifer was trying to read her reaction, and he couldn't. She didn't give him any kind of outburst, or even disregard for what he was saying. At least, not yet, and that troubled him. He was so used to her reacting in some way that the fact she didn't should have told him everything he needed to know. It didn't. He frowned slightly and his eyebrows scrunched together slightly when the Detective stood up and walked to the interrogation room.

He gave one glance at Eve, motioning for her to stay put. He hoped like hell that she listened.

Leaning on the edge of the table, lacing his hands in his lap, Lucifer was taken back by how calm she was. He knew he had overstepped, a very long ways, and she wasn't even angry about it? Very strange. Tilting his head as she asked the obviously rhetorical questions, he understood now. She was jealous, but she was trying her best to stay composed.

"Oh, believe me, De- Chloe... I very much am sorry. I -" he paused, standing up again., and looking at his feet while he tried to find the honest words. "I misunderstood you. This relationship, our partnership, is very important to me. I don't wish to compromise that. I did that once, and I regretted it."

Maybe he was hurting more than he realized, and was using Eve to drown out and numb the hurt he was feeling, however he'd never realized how it was affecting his relationship with Chloe. "I realize she is... a lot to handle, and I ignored how it was affecting you. So I am sorry."

[forcenexus-archived-deactivated]

starter for @katesgotabow (Lucifer)

"Hell of a night, aye?" He was sitting on a ledge and looking over. His latest hit was beyond him and Aeron was studying him when he heard footsteps behind him. Sometimes felt wrong thought. His magic never steered him wrong before. It was pure darkness he sensed. Normally he would jump up and draw his gun, but something told him it was fruitless. So he stayed put for now until given a reason to react.

[hollywoodsdevil]

"Depends on your point of view, doesn't it?" Lucifer wasn't usually one to stalk, in essence, but this seemed to land right in his path, and something felt... familiar, yet new, all in the same instant. Being the curious Devil, he wasn't going to leave a good story lie. "Not interrupting a job, am I?"

[dtchloedecker]

Closed starter for @hollywoodsdevil

It was getting harder and harder for Chloe to keep her frustration to herself. Eve was already becoming a problem and they were only halfway through the day. Lucifer had brought his girlfriend to the crime scene this morning without even asking Chloe if she was okay with it and when she told him that it wasn't okay, he threatened that he and Eve would go after the killer themselves and Chloe knew they would. So, she reluctantly agreed to let Eve join. It was the lesser of two evils. But, she immediately regretted it.

The first woman was loud and shrill and very hyperactive. In fact, Lucifer was practically chasing her around the bullpen like a father who brought his three-year-old daughter to work. She constantly talked about how she wanted to see Lucifer beat up the suspects. In fact, when they went to question Pony Boy and he asked for his lawyer, Eve told Lucifer to "torture the truth out of him until his lawyer shows up" and then proceeded to heavily make out with him as Chloe was handcuffing Pony Boy.

Even though Lucifer said he still wanted to be partners, he was definitely punishing Chloe. He came in every day and constantly talking about his sexcapades with Eve. If he wanted to upset Chloe it was working. Actually it didn't just upset her. It broke her heart and made her sick. But, she never said anything because she definitely deserved it. She had betrayed, screwing up any chance she had with him. Of course she snapped a LITTLE bit when he when he showed up at a crime scene wearing "orgy pants," but it actually seemed like he felt bad for upsetting her. For the past two days, it seemed like things were going back to normal between them, but then literally overnight, it seemed like he wanted to punisher even further by bringing his girlfriend.

When Lucifer and Eve started heavily making out, Chloe snapped. She was done with this. She wasn't putting up with this anymore. After slapping the bracelets on Pony Boy, she walked him to her car, doing her best to ignore the cringey couple. She heard Lucifer say something to Eve and they rushed to the cruiser. However, Chloe got Pony Boy in the car and drove off, leaving Lucifer and Eve standing there in shock. They could make their own way back to the precinct for all she cared. Hopefully, they'd forget about "punishing bad guys" and have another orgy at the penthouse.

Unfortunately, fifteen minutes after she got back and settled at her desk, she saw them coming down the stairs.

[hollywoodsdevil]

He was certain that the Detective had made it clear that she did not have feelings for him, and thus it was alright for him to go back to his normal ways on Earth. What he didn't expect was for her to be so upset with everything he did. Having Eve back in his life was thrilling, but even the Devil had his limits. There were little things that annoyed him, and usually he would say it, but he was also trying to coach her on how to blend in with the humans of this era.

That was proving to be more difficult than he thought. 

Lucifer thought he'd been having a good morning with her until the Pony Boy incident and he watched the Detective storm off angrily, which was not usually like her. It took him aback for a moment and he realized his error. 

“Bloody hell…” He muttered under his breath, before explaining to Eve that he needed to right the wrong and talk to the Detective. A small part of him wondered if Eve understood the delicacy of their partnership. It was dawning on him that she likely didn’t. And it possibly could ruin the chances he had left. 

Well that was just no good at all.

Lucifer calmly told Eve that once they were back at the precinct, that she needed to sit on the chairs at the bottom of the stairs, before the bullpen, and wait for him to get back. He and Chloe needed to have a conversation, without her. There were questions the whole way back to the precinct, and Lucifer was starting to lose his cool with her by the end. 

“Sit. Stay here, please.” Lucifer directed Eve, before making the rest of the way to Chloe's desk. “Detective… I-” he paused, glancing back at Eve, then back at Chloe. “I owe you an apology.” He knew that she may not accept it, and he was prepared for that.. At least, he hoped he was. 

Maybe she did still have feelings, and he was blatantly ignoring them, like an ass. He knew he could be like that, sometimes. Detective Douche would likely say all the time, but that was another conversation for another day.

[hollywoodsdevil]

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜱʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴄ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?

Cherry In popular culture, cherries have come to represent sensuality, sex, and seduction. In the cult classic, Twin Peaks, Audrey Horne expresses her sexual expertise by tying a cherry stem with her tongue. "Cherry" is also used to refer to the concept of virginity: why? I don't know to be honest, but here we are. Much like the cherry, you're a sensual person who enjoys all the creature comforts the world offers. You enjoy delicious food, dynamic relationships, passionate lovemaking and stimulating conversation; however, you may also come across a touch vapid or shallow, due to your quickly fading attention when something has served its usefulness to you. To quote some man on tinder: "you're here for a good time, not a long time". You can come across, at times, slightly tart, carrying a bit of a bite to you that not everyone can handle. That’s okay: you’re an acquired taste!

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @wcrstarter ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: all of you.

[wcrstarter]

@hollywoodsdevil 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

"You're welcome to visit whenever you would like, my....family as it were shouldn't give you much trouble if you state I gave the invitation. The younger ones might, but they'll learn." Sonja shrugged a slender shoulder, unbothered as she sipped her drink. Any vampire would be able to scent Lucifer wasn't human, but only elder vampires would be able to recognize him for who he was. Or if they had seen the statues.

"LUX is a masterpiece, I've never seen anything quite like it and I doubt i would ever find its equal. A shame we do not have something quite like it back east though, if you ever wanted to open another establishment....well it would do to have more spaces where everyone could let loose a little more hmn?" She had half a mind to introduce him to the clubs that did exist in Europe, on rare occasions she'd let herself be reckless and dress in clubwear like the mortals and attend clubs and raves. Sometimes she wanted to just let go and live. Immortal, but rarely did she just live in the moment. LUX had a rare atmosphere, she felt more at ease than she had thought she would in a nightclub. The music pumped and many humans filled it, if she wanted to hunt for a meal she could have, and perhaps she might've, taken someone home if the handsome devil hadn't caught her eye first.

"Mn, last I saw they still stood. Quite the tourist attraction, as you could imagine. Few artists like those brothers exist these days, and I can't say that I've seen a more exquisite statue than the one they made." Mythological art was carefully preserved for the most part, Sonja was impressed that the Church had never managed to do away with the statue. Really, what had they expected? The most beautiful of angels would only make a beautiful statue, it was part of the story.

"It makes it a challenge, and more the reward to those who are clever enough or go looking for them. Follow the breadcrumbs as it were, and you might find an entire dynasty that you didn't know was just below your nose the whole time." She grinned back at him, green eyes sparkling with mischief. He'd caught onto her hint, she was sure of that. Not that she'd directly hunt in another's territory, much less under the devil himself's roof. "Oh I enjoy the charm, a pleasant change from people who know and are too nervous to approach, or who know and simper instead. You though, we could get into quite a lot of fun, I would wager. Los Angeles....for the enjoyment of the pun or something more, hmn?"

[hollywoodsdevil]

An open invitation? That was always a fun card to keep close to his chest. People usually forgot they gave him such invitations, though he was certain that Sonja would not soon forget. A sly grin slid onto his lips and he nodded slowly. “Why thank you, Lady Sonja, I shall not take that lightly. Perhaps you can give me a tour around your countryside when I visit? You’ll know many secrets that would be fun to learn.” He knew that even if they gave him trouble, a flash of his true self usually ended the trouble fairly quickly.

The smile shifted to be more genuine as his guest complimented his pet project. LUX had quickly become way more than a project for him to pass the time, in fact, he frequently called it home now, and that may not have been a good thing, in the eyes of those like his Father, he couldn’t imagine going back to Hell for more than a couple of days. It wasn’t home any more. He’d grown since his banishment, at least he’d like to think he had. Dr. Linda may have told him otherwise, but she did tend to talk kindly of him these days. Lucifer did ponder on why that would be. “Thank you. I have tried very hard to make this neutral ground among the celestials, as well as the gangs within the city. I think everyone should be able to have a good, safe evening. I may think about your offer, though, I love this place, I don’t know if we could replicate it anywhere else.”

Sometimes it was hard for him to imagine that he really had had that deep of an impression on humanity through arts and culture, though he supposed it was negated by the fact that he generally was blamed for most of the wrongdoings in the world. He’d learned to take it all in stride, honestly, and while it did tend to get annoying there wasn’t much he could do about it. Lucifer did enjoy the few rare prayers he received which truly made up for the shit ton of negativity he usually received. “Very true. The artists of the new age have a new style of art, and it doesn’t hit quite the same.”

A hearty laugh bubbled past his lips, before he finished the glass of whisky again, placing it on the bar top to be refilled when Patrick had a moment. ”I’ve learned that humans are far less observant than most think they are. There are the odd few that are very good at picking up on details, but they are rare.” He knew that simply from working with Miss Lopez. She never did quite believe him being the Devil, as much as he tried. She was brilliant in her line of work, but somewhat oblivious to the obvious. It still amazed him. “Oh, entirely for the pun, and the weather. It's much more comfortable here, wouldn't you say?”

[boundtobeafraid]

Lucifer Morningstar believes in Chloe Jane Decker in any Universe pass it on

[mxlevolence]

Ghostface held his blade up toward the single bulb of light. One speck of blood marred the honed edge; upon noticing it, he lowered the weapon to wipe it clean with an old rag stained with blood. That would do. Can't leave blood on a knife.

"All these years , I've been trying to figure out your angle." / @hollywoodsdevil

"It's not that hard." Pompous response. One had to be a little pompous in the face of literal Satan, purely to maintain some semblance of sanity. All the same, Ghostface's tone was not derisive. "You're making it too complicated. Try less complicated, more poetic."

[hollywoodsdevil]

Of all the cases he had worked with the Detective, Lucifer had never run into someone as morally askew as this person was. Now, Lucifer wasn't one to judge, most would consider him morally askew as well, and he supposed that came with the territory of being The Devil. But because of the ambiguity of his being, Lucifer was entirely too intrigued to leave it alone. 

"Poetic? I'd like to think I'm well versed in poetry, darling. Perhaps lay it out a tad more for Old Scratch, hmm?" Leaning somewhat nonchalantly against the closest thing he could use, Lucifer tilted his head, watching the other, to see what would happen next.

[iomadachd]

@hollywoodsdevil asked: ❛ I’m just trying to figure out some way to feel alive! ❜

DEXTER SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)

: { Adramalech } :

"My King, far be it from me to question the how of your indulgences, but does it have to be pink?" he asks, looking at the outfit with barely disguised dismay.

[hollywoodsdevil]

Lucifer took pause when Adramalech questioned his choice in colour. "Is it truly pink though? It doesn't feel pink. It's more… raspberry?" It was definitely darker. Not pink. He looked down at himself, then glanced back up at his tailor with a frown.

[bastxrdsisgone]

&&. a friend indeed // hollywoodsdevil

Now that he thought about it, perhaps he really did all the things he did because he just wanted to feel something, rather than the neverending feeling of dread like dear old Dad was going to rip the rug out from beneath his feet like he always did. Maybe that was why he delved so deep into everything because he wasn’t sure if he was going to get another chance to experience it the way he wanted. Perhaps that was a really dim outlook on life. He was not pleased with that thought and instead decided to focus on the now, and how lovely the company was with this gentleman. 

“It is lovely, isn’t it?” It was distracting, sometimes, but in all actuality, he didn’t get much done on a good day if there were gorgeous people around him. Too much eye candy was definitely the best distraction in his opinion, but that was sort of full circle back to his previous thoughts.

“That’s quite unfortunate, my friend. Maybe you can make some better friends while you’re here?” Was he kind of hinting at himself? Maybe. But he definitely would be glad to help distract him from the other things on his mind. “You know, in fact, I could likely help you find better friends back home too… “

A laugh escaped him, and he tilted his head a little mischievously and a grin grew on his lips. “Now, of course I know some good chefs in the city. We have a large city, what kind of food do you fancy, Magnus? I’m sure we could find anything you liked!”

Coming to Los Angeles had meant to be a way for him to put some distance between himself and the problems in his life. Even though he wasn’t there as a representative of Brooklyn, he was a warlock and that meant he couldn’t really avoid the issues that tended to come with. A part of him had thought that being away from the Institute and the nephilim he might finally find some joy in life. Given just how long he’d been alive there were still times when he found very little of it, but he’d thought that being here might help things. Instead, Magnus felt like he was constantly being reminded of the life he’d left behind in New York. Even talking with the other was reminding him of his life in New York. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t it felt like.

“Mhm, it is. Much better than the views I get in New York,” he agreed, still sipping on his drink. There were no mountains and the lights twinkled differently in New York. At least here he knew he wasn’t anywhere near the problems that waited for him back home. Nor was he anywhere near the blue eyed nephilim that had caused him pain. In all honesty, he couldn’t blame Alec. Well, he could, but he was trying very hard not to. Not when the other didn’t have much options given the life he led.

But he was determined to make the most out of being in Los Angeles and he wasn’t going to  dwell on the pain that forced him there in the first place. “I think that’s a great idea,” Magnus told him, offering a wide smile. Not that he was lacking for friends. He knew the High Warlock in the city and while they weren’t the friends they’d once been he still considered the other a friend. Maybe it was time for him to check in on the other given the problems that kept cropping up. Not something he was going to bring up. Those were downworlder problems and downworlders would somehow figure it all out.

“Hmm,” he said, thinking about just what he wanted. There were so many types of food in the city that all of them sounded good. The problem was finding someone that could live up to his standards. But if he wanted to enjoy this night he would definitely have to put some sort of trust in the other. “I’ve had all sorts of food over the years, but Middle Eastern food sounds good. I’ve had some in New York, but now I’m curious about Los Angeles.”

[hollywoodsdevil]

Lucifer felt like all his time in LA was an escape from a position he didn't choose. Running a club was much more up his alley, than running Hell. Hell was… much more dismal than he'd prefer it to be. Lucifer would much rather it be one big party, but it wasn't, and it was likely that he would never be able to make it that way. That was part of why coming to Earth was so refreshing. Humans had such short lives, and he much preferred to play in their sandbox. The ones that ended up in hell, ended up there because they harbored so much guilt for whatever they did in their lives, it was awful and horribly depressing. Usually what they did was mediocre at best in regards to ending up in Hell, yet because they wouldn't move on from the guilt, they were stuck there. Of course, there were others who deserved to be there, like Linda's crazy ex-husband, for example. 

"I wouldn't trade this view for anything in the world, my friend." He smiled, maybe preening a bit that the other seemed to like it as much as he did, even though his new found friend was a New Yorker. But now it did make him wonder what his club in New York was like. Maybe he'd have to go check it out soon, borrow some ideas…. Not that he was against New York in any way, but he preferred Los Angeles, entirely. 

"Excellent! I say that calls for us to top our drinks off and celebrate new friends." Lucifer had a penchant for relationship building anywhere he went. He could make fast friends, or at least connections, and likely had a hell of a network built across the city. Some of it not legal, of course, but Lucifer knew who he was able to trust, and who he didn't. 

"When you've lived as long as we have, you've likely tried it all…" But the preferred choice waaxMiddle Eastern. Oh, that was a good choice in Lucifer's books. "Did you have a specific country you were thinking of? Or a specific dish? I have a few ideas, but narrowing it down may help decide." It could be that he was looking for something specifically Turkish, or Israeli, or even Iranian and while Lucifer could make suggestions, it was best to take the guesswork out of the equation. Lucifer loved it all, so it was truly up to Magnus and what he preferred.

[mercifulmemories]

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[wcrstarter]

𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯​:

To say that Lucifer was captivated was almost an understatement. He was going to keep her attention as long as she was willing, so he could learn more about her, as he found her to be far more interesting than anyone he’d met in a very long time. He was hoping it would be a good, long and well deserved evening. “Ah, yes, the Carpathians are lovely. I haven’t been there in years.” He agreed, with a wide smile. 

Leading her towards the bar, he nodded. “Of course I do. I am the owner, after all.” He winked in her direction, as he leaned on the bar top. “What are you in the mood for?” Lucifer usually drank whisky, but could be persuaded to have a good wine, or a strong cocktail now and then. He, of course, also enjoyed some of the older styles of alcohol distilling, with the likes of mead and bourbon. 

He waved Patrick, the head bartender, over pointing to a favoured bottle of his. “And the lady shall have whatever she likes, on me.” Taking a sip from his almost empty whisky glass, he turned back out towards the crowd, listening to her question with a slight lilt of his head, as he people-watched . “Yes, I am used to it. However, it is rare that I find another creature who appreciates the old world charm.“ 

He laughed, nodding and swishing his whisky slightly, sob snoring his glass, which Patrick was quick to refill. "Ding, ding, ding, Miss Sonja. I am. The devil, himself, I mean. Very few believe me when I tell them such things though.”

“Should you ever find yourself in them, you should give me a call. There’s secrets in the mountains that tourists cannot find and not all of the locals know of. My family’s house is hidden directly within the Carpathians themselves, some points of the year you can see the northern lights like a morning star.” Sonja offered freely, proud of her home despite the complicated history she also had with it. America was the land of opportunity, a chance for a fresh start. New York had been too busy for her tastes to settle into, despite being called the City that Never Slept. Los Angeles, she was beginning to enjoy the city’s nightlife far more than she had thought she might. Her present company certainly helped.

“Ah, I thought you might be.You’ve done well with the place, I’ve not seen anything of it’s like.” She flashed him a grin, and followed him to the bar. Sonja’s eyes wandered over the choices, impressed with the wide array there was to offer. Food might be something she could not consume, but alcohol she could indulge in–provided she avoided certain ones. A shame, she could never order a Bloody Mary simply for the sake of the joke. 

“Ah, how generous of you.” She said to him before turning her attention to the bartender, giving the man a polite smile before she spoke, “If it isn’t too much trouble, your best red wine.”

Sonja glanced at Lucifer briefly and then the crowd, tracking a human here or there that caught her eye. She understood why most of her kin would use a club such as this as hunting grounds, it would be all too easy to slip into the crowd, entice someone away, steal a sip, and slip away. She was too old for such things, nor would she dare encroach on another’s territory in such a way. “I lived in Europe for nearly my entire life, the Old World as it were. There are some modern comforts I do enjoy, but the beauty of the old world’s charm cannot be beat.”

The vampiress accepted the glass of wine from the bartender with a murmur of thanks and passed over a handful of american bills as a tip, cocking her head in a birdlike manner at Lucifer. A pleased smile came and went, hidden behind the rim of her wineglass as she took a sip. She took a moment to appreciate the wine’s flavour before she spoke,

“Saint Paul’s Cathedral, in the late eighteenth century the Geef Brothers both carved a statue each. Your likeness, two times over. I remember seeing both instillations, and wondering where the brothers had found a model for their creations. I see now they had known the Devil himself.” She had found it rather comical at the time, that the other brother had produced an even more beautiful statue and the uproar the Church had been in over it and how it distracted unmarried women. As if there were not men gazing at the statue with similar adoration. The vampiress’s sharp gaze noted the differences between what she recalled of the statue; notably the fine suit, the shorter hair, and the lack of bat’s wings. Any that had seen the statue, and the man (or angel) before her, would know whom they faced rather quickly. 

“House Dracul, of the dragon. Some say the Devil. My family’s house, is tied to it. Or rather, over time the Corvinus Clan name was rather lost and renamed. How that translation error came about, I truly cannot say. Some things are lost to time….or on purpose.” She gave him a smile, flashing sharp eyeteeth behind her red painted lips. Lucifer himself is before her, Sonja has no doubt he’ll make the connection of her words. After all, the legend of Dracula was a mix of her father’s ruthless deeds and that of Markus’s his fellow Elder. Most people believed in vampires trully existing, about as much as they did in the Devil himself.  “Sometimes people will have the truth bared directly in their face, but still miss it. Tragic, almost. The tales did get a few things right, your charm and beauty for one.”

[hollywoodsdevil]

The invitation was more than welcome, and Lucifer very well might just take her up on it, and maybe even soon. A break from LA could be in need. Then again, he did like to be in the middle of the mess most of the time, especially if the detective was involved.”Of course! I’ll be happy to take you up on that invitation, perhaps sooner than you might think.” He grinned back at her, before taking another sip from his drink.

LUX was his home, and had been for longer than any of his siblings thought it would be. They thought they could coerce him back to Hell, and convince him that he should be grateful for the gift he’d be given in running the place. But he was bored after the millenia he spent down there. That was absolutely why he found so much joy in causing chaos on Earth, with the humans. “Thank you, Sonja, I take those compliments highly from someone who has spent their fair share of time on Earth.” He knew that if immortals and the like enjoyed the atmosphere, and knew it could be a safe space for them to congregate, he was not going to tell them no. Except for the odd sibling, he would boot them out on sight.

"Ahhh, yes, the artists! I remember them. Fascinating beings. I did enjoy posing for that, as you can imagine." Lucifer loved every second of the uproar of the Church, and having been the muse at the time was also a bit of fun. Of course, Dear Old Dad was not impressed either. Lucifer hadn't cared then, and he very much doesn't care now. He has great pride for those statues, even after all these years. He likely should go visit them again. "They are still intact, yes?" Maybe that could be part of his trip to Europe, see the statues again, and reminisce. 

Dracul. Corvinus. That did sound familiar, and Lucifer tilted his head slightly while he pondered on it. Where had he heard that name before? Oh, yes, vampires. That makes entirely too much sense. His eyes flash with mischief and he grins wider. “Yes! Of course! Sometimes having things lost on purpose is more fun for the rest of us who know better, hmm?” Oh, yes, this was going to be even more fascinating than he’d first thought. “Miss Sonja, You’re too kind. Believe me when I say the pleasure is all mine. I do hope you enjoy the charm?”

[fancied-another-meme]

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"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”



”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Like you even care."

"Little too late, don't you think?"

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Obviously there is something between us."

"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Quiet, I am trying to think."

"Relax, I have a plan."

"Really?"

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[bastxrdsisgone]

&&. a friend indeed // hollywoodsdevil

Oh the familiar flavour of one of his favourite alcohols. Lucifer perhaps liked to indulge too much in everything he did. Sex, music, alcohol, the occasional drug spree, all of it was to feel something. Maybe it was to hide behind something else, but either way Lucifer would enjoy and indulge as much as he pleased. 

“Thank you. I do quite like the view.” He paid heavenly for that view, all puns intended. Money to him meant nothing, so using it frivolously like he did was easy to do. He spent many hours on the balcony when he was alone, usually contemplating something the Doctor had mentioned that day, or maybe something the Detective had said. It was usually quiet enough that all he could hear were his thoughts. 

He laughed, tipping his glass against his lips, before carefully pulling a cigarette from the packet in his pocket, offering one to Magnus. “Sounds like you perhaps need better friends, if I may say so.” At least more fun friends, in Lucifer’s opinion.

Nothing seemed far, not in comparison to the eons in Hell, and having nowhere to go. Lucifer shrugged, setting his glass on the railing so he could light his smoke. Picking the glass up again, he took a long drag, before pulling the cig from his mouth again, letting the smoke billow from his lips. “Well, I suppose, but if one liked the tailor enough, it’s not very far at all. But tell me Magnus, what are other things you enjoy? Since it sounds like you need new friends, I’m sure we could find trouble to get into!”

Views weren’t something he normally concerned himself with. Given the fact his own apartment could move whenever he felt the need for a change of scenery, he saw no point in concerning himself with something as simple as a view. Though, he could admit the other had quite the view here in California. It was different compared to New York. Where the city was nothing but buildings and a concrete jungle, California offered views of not just the city but the mountains, too. It had Magnus rethinking his own situation.

“I can see why. Who wants to leave a view like this,” he pointed out, offering another smile. Something told him if he had a view like this he might not get any work done. Which could definitely be problematic given the amount of clients he had back in New York. All that aside, he could admit this was a nice break from the work he’d been doing with the Institute. Between trying to sort their issues out and looking for his old friend, Malcolm Fade, it felt like he was running from one fire to the next. Magnus knew that there was more to the issues in Los Angeles than met the eye, and he knew that the High Warlock there would know just how to help. But as a fellow High Warlock he knew that sometimes taking an initiative helped.

If only it was as easy to figure out his own problems…

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” came his reply, his focus on the city in front of them. Sipping on his drink, he knew that those from the Institute weren’t always the best people. Even though they’d been tasked with protecting those in the downworld, he knew that when push came to shove they would always protect themselves first and foremost. It was something he’d seen time and time again over the centuries, and he knew nothing would ever change.

Maybe it was time to put more distance between himself and the Institute. The Lightwood boy had shown him why he’d made a rule to never get involved with shadowhunters. He’d ignored it, of course, and just like he knew it would it bit him in the ass. Maybe that was a sign he needed to leave and put New York behind him. Not a decision he needed to make in that moment. He was enjoying this little break and he wasn’t about to let his own issues get in the middle of it. “You mean other than a good strong drink?” A smirk pulled at Magnus’ lips. There were so many things he enjoyed But a good strong drink tended to be on the top of his list. “Good food. And none of that cheap take out everyone seems to enjoy. It’s hard to find a good chef in the city. Maybe you have some suggestions.”

[hollywoodsdevil]

Now that he thought about it, perhaps he really did all the things he did because he just wanted to feel something, rather than the neverending feeling of dread like dear old Dad was going to rip the rug out from beneath his feet like he always did. Maybe that was why he delved so deep into everything because he wasn’t sure if he was going to get another chance to experience it the way he wanted. Perhaps that was a really dim outlook on life. He was not pleased with that thought and instead decided to focus on the now, and how lovely the company was with this gentleman. 

“It is lovely, isn’t it?” It was distracting, sometimes, but in all actuality, he didn’t get much done on a good day if there were gorgeous people around him. Too much eye candy was definitely the best distraction in his opinion, but that was sort of full circle back to his previous thoughts.

“That’s quite unfortunate, my friend. Maybe you can make some better friends while you’re here?” Was he kind of hinting at himself? Maybe. But he definitely would be glad to help distract him from the other things on his mind. “You know, in fact, I could likely help you find better friends back home too… “

A laugh escaped him, and he tilted his head a little mischievously and a grin grew on his lips. “Now, of course I know some good chefs in the city. We have a large city, what kind of food do you fancy, Magnus? I’m sure we could find anything you liked!”

[hollywoodsdevil]

hands lucifer a screaming goat desk toy

He blinks at the small farm animal thing that Sonja hands him, and squeezes it, which lets out a fabulous goat scream. It takes him a long moment, but he mischievously grins, prompt heading to the car. He knew exactly where this needed to go. On Daniel's desk, at the precinct.

[hollywoodsdevil]

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"Finally, someone who gets me!" Lucifer, grinning from ear to ear, leaned slightly closer. "And what kind of information and knowledge do you have, darling?" If it was juicy enough, he'd happily repay her in whatever way she wanted. He was flexible in that regard.

[hollywoodsdevil]

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She flashed him a smile, amused to hear the smooth change into Romanian. A good guess based on her name, but just shy of being accurate. Though at their roots, Hungarian and Romanian were quite similar. Sonja had learned many languages in her youth, as expected as the ‘princess’ of her clan. The gesture was flattering, and made her further curious about this Lucifer. Certainly not human, far too charming and well educated for that. Not a vampire, she’d have heard of him and lycans and werewolves reacted very differently than this to her. 

“A good guess, but I call the Carpathian mountains in Hungary my homeland. But I won’t turn down another drink, I’m sure you know of what’s the best LUX has to offer, hmn?”

Liquor didn’t effect immortals like her quite the same, but she still enjoyed the social aspect of it. Sometimes certain doctoring was required, if she didn’t drink the liquor more straight or ‘neat’ as bartenders presented it to her. Nor was this a coven’s den where she’d be presented a glass of plasma over wine. The cocktail list she’d skimmed over earlier had impressed her, a few liquors were expensive imports or vintages she hadn’t seen for a few decades at least. The vampiress found her quite curious about the benefactor of the establishment. Just as curious as she was for the charming man before her.

“Undoubtedly, I’m sure you’re used to having people fawn over you. Such charm and manners…how could anyone resist, hmn?” It had been an age since she’d had someone kiss the back of her hand, instead of shaking it when it was offered. Sonja was impressed and she was curious. Not human, that was certain. Not a vampire like herself, and not a lycan. Supernatural of some kind. Her gaze flitted over his body, looking for clues behind a appreciative once over. “I can’t help but wonder…if you would happen to be the benefactor of this fine establishment. Or did you perhaps come to Los Angeles, or the amusement of your name? Your parents must be quite interesting to give you such a name. But you are every bit as charming as the devil himself.”

Sonja was older than she appeared, old enough to have seen many famous artists, including painters and sculptors. One particular infamous statue, of a beautiful fallen angel, lingered in her memory as she gazed at the man. Just because the vampiress had never encountered an angel before, did not mean they didn’t exist. After all, she might be the first vampire he’d met. Stranger coincidences had happened before to her.

To say that Lucifer was captivated was almost an understatement. He was going to keep her attention as long as she was willing, so he could learn more about her, as he found her to be far more interesting than anyone he'd met in a very long time. He was hoping it would be a good, long and well deserved evening. "Ah, yes, the Carpathians are lovely. I haven't been there in years." He agreed, with a wide smile. 

Leading her towards the bar, he nodded. "Of course I do. I am the owner, after all." He winked in her direction, as he leaned on the bar top. "What are you in the mood for?" Lucifer usually drank whisky, but could be persuaded to have a good wine, or a strong cocktail now and then. He, of course, also enjoyed some of the older styles of alcohol distilling, with the likes of mead and bourbon. 

He waved Patrick, the head bartender, over pointing to a favoured bottle of his. "And the lady shall have whatever she likes, on me." Taking a sip from his almost empty whisky glass, he turned back out towards the crowd, listening to her question with a slight lilt of his head, as he people-watched . "Yes, I am used to it. However, it is rare that I find another creature who appreciates the old world charm." 

He laughed, nodding and swishing his whisky slightly, sob snoring his glass, which Patrick was quick to refill. "Ding, ding, ding, Miss Sonja. I am. The devil, himself, I mean. Very few believe me when I tell them such things though."