Organized by fandom, alphabetically by character, then alphabetically by title. NSFW and warnings are noted.
American Horror Story
Michael Langdon
Tribulations - Catching the eye of the interviewer, you face trials of temptation and faith. (Darkish)
Detective Comics Extended Universe
Roman Sionis / Black Mask
Always You - After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman. (NSFWish)
Dancing for Daddy - Roman catches you letting loose and dancing on the table (NSFW)
Thief - (Smut Only, backstory coming soon) You steal from Roman Sionis. After a long game of cat and mouse, Roman finally catches you. (NSFW)
Harry Potter
Remus Lupin
Lupus Uxor Chapter 1: Reunion(s) - A look into the life as the wife to Remus John Lupin.
Lucius Malfoy
Crucio - From beloved to disowned daughter, you reunite with your father. (Daughter!Reader / Torture, Death)
John Wick
John Wick
Lips Stained Red - An ode to kissing John’s lips
Lucifer
Lucifer Morningstar
Angele Dei - As annoying as you are, Lucifer doesn’t realize just how much he loves you until he loses you. (Sister!Reader / Death)
Cherub Part 1 / Part 2 - You share exciting news with your husband (Pregnancy)
Cramps - Lucifer comforts you during your period (NSFW)
Desires - Lucifer learns what he desires (NSFW)
Detective Morningstar - Unexpectedly pregnant, you lie and avoid Lucifer… until he finds out for himself (Unintended Pregnancy)
Enchantress Part 1 / Part 2 You enjoy your night dancing at Lux
True Love - Chloe runs away after seeing Lucifer’s true face. He goes to you for comforting but realizes he wants more than just your friendship.
Witness - You end your relationship with Lucifer. But things change once you witness a shooting. (Break Up)
Marvel
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier
Scout Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (Discontinued) - A scout sniper falls in love
Violet - Though invisible, you catch the eye of a soldier
Movement - You reflect on the different movement styles of your lover
Frank Castle / The Punisher
Prettiest Girl He’s Ever Seen - My dog ran you over in the park
Matthew Murdock / Daredevil
Advocatus - A pretentious legal aide annoys you and Matthew brings the snark
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow
Appearances Can Be Deceiving Part 1 / Part 2 (Discontinued) - A lesson is taught in judging a book by its cover (Kinda OC)
Billy Russo / Jigsaw
C'mon Frankie - You receive a special Christmas present
Doctor Stephen Strange
Afraid to Fall - Your soulmate’s name is tattooed where they first touch you. Only problem? You want nothing to do with them… if they even exist.
Steve Rogers / Captain America
Get This Right - He wants the night to be perfect… but it is anything but
Tony Stark / Iron Man
Guys My Age - You finally tell, well rather, show, Tony how you feel (NSFWish)
Glitch - You join forces with the enemy to fix the mess Thanos created (Villain!Reader / Death)
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman
New Friends - Bucky and Jess get to know each other
Steve Rogers / Captain America x Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier
Don’t Speak - Bucky realizes Steve’s happy ending doesn’t… or maybe never did… involve him
Star Wars
Poe Dameron
Mira - The four times Poe tells you to ‘look’ and the two times you tell him. (Plus bonus AU moment) (NSFW)
Obi-Wan Kenobi
I Won’t Say Part 1 (In Progress) - You and Obi-Wan stand on the edge of something more than friendship. What will it take for you two to finally admit your feelings?
Disclaimer: This is a little reminder that I'm not the author of these stories (you can find all authors linked down below). Obviously, this is not all the (Fox/Netflix) Lucifer Morningstar fan-fiction out there, only a collection of my favourites I wish to share. Many of these authors have plenty more stories I highly suggest you check out! Finally, if any authors have an issue with having their work advertised here, please message me privately, and I will, of course, remove it.
✵ Invidia | Prt. II | Prt. III | Prt. IV by everlastingdreams▪︎🅵▪︎🅰︎▪︎
Summary: "Maze sends you on a date with another guy to help you forget about your feelings for Lucifer. Lucifer soon starts to act stranger than usual."
✵ Acceptance by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎♡▪︎
Summary: "You should have believed him; he'd [been] honest from the start. However, it'd just seemed [too] unbelievable... then you saw... his 'other' face... Now... Lucifer's waiting very patiently, if not a bit apprehensivly, for you decide if you still want him in your life... Only there seemed to be a misunderstanding, and the situation isn't exactly what he'd thought."
✵ A Date with the Devil by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "Lucifer was nothing if not stubborn. Despite your continuous rejections to his attempts to ask you on a date, he persisted. Your resolve was beginning to wear away, and his proposal was looking more and more tempting."
✵ A Deal with the Devil by bewareofthecrazyperson▪︎🅴▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "You're working at LUX. When your car appears to be wrecked you have no choice but to go back to LUX. Fortunately Lucifer is around and offers you to spend the night at his place."
✵ A Devil's Wrath by everlastingdreams▪︎🆁▪︎14-A▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎
Summary: "[When Lucifer meets you, he] is fascinated by [your kindness]. [After spending] some time together at Lux, ... the evening takes an ugly turn [when] some guy starts bothering [you]."
✵ A Night to Remember by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "It'd started as the ramblings of a near drunken conversation. You hadn't expected anything to come of it, but he insisted, promising you a night of fun. You agreed, [expecting a nice dinner between friends], but when the night ended and he asked again, you couldn't help but agree..."
✵ Baby Caution by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
Summary: "You had expected him to go somewhat overboard with your first pregnancy, it was his first child after all. You expected maybe a little fussing over your wellbeing. You did not, however, expect the amount of worrying and coddling the devil had for you now."
✵ Broken Wings by ayanna-wild▪︎🅰︎▪︎🅲▪︎
Summary: "It was a simple matter of loving the wrong man, but you couldn't control your heart. How was it fair for you to be punished? But life was cruel that way."
Can't Fight the Feel
Summary: "[When you], Chloe's [cousin, catch Lucifer's eye], he falls for [you instantly], but isn't sure whether [you'd] have him."
✵ Caught by fafulous▪︎14-A▪︎🅴▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "It was getting difficult... to hide your relationship with Lucifer, especially during working hours... Keeping a straight face was a difficult task, especially when he kept shooting silly grins and dreamy eyes towards you."
✵ Darling Effort by bubblyani▪︎18+▪︎🅴▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: Provoked by jealousy, you are determined to show Lucifer that you can be just as exciting in bed as anyone else.
✵ Detective Morningstar by matth1w▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
Summary: "You're pregnant... great, right? Wrong. You know how much [Lucifer] doesn't like children. So being a responsible adult, you… lie and avoid him. Lucifer does some detective work and finds out, because of course he would."
✵ Devil Devil by lovingrosewho▪︎🅰︎▪︎♡▪︎
Summary: "Lucifer needs to confess and show his true self before dating you."
✵ Devil's Party by lovingrosewho▪︎🅵▪︎🅰︎▪︎
Summary: "You're best friends with Lucifer, who happens to be the devil, you two go to a Lux's party together where you notice one of your exes."
✵ Forensic Science Sisters by writingtoforgetreality▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "Ella and you were the forensic scientists of the L.A.P.D. One person in the precinct made your work rather hard. Lucifer Morningstar. You wish you had not caught a crush but you could not help yourself. Besides, you knew he only had eyes for Chloe. At least that was what you thought."
✵ Good Night by silence-burns▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "Imagine Lucifer carrying you to bed after you fall asleep on the couch, and waking up as he is doing it."
✵ He's the Devil, You know by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "You were fond of your new life, loved the people you'd met and the man who stole your heart. Unfortunately an old and dear friend rolls into town, and he doesn't exactly approve of your relationship with the devilish club owner."
✵ Let Me Show You How It's Done by bewareofthecrazyperson▪︎18+▪︎🅴▪︎
Summary: "You're complaining to your friend Lucifer about how your sex life. He shows you exactly how it is done."
✵ Little Things by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "You hadn't noticed them at first, they were to subtle. But one day you'd begun to notice it, they became obvious and you found yourself noticing everything little thing you hadn't before."
✵ Lost | Prt. II by s-writing-s▪︎🅰︎▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "Lucifer worries the people closest to him when he shows up looking like a mess. Only Amenadiel knows why and shocks everyone with the answer."
✵ Lunch Break by bubblyani▪︎18+▪︎🅴▪︎
Summary: You drop by the penthouse during your lunch break only to find Lucifer in the shower; needless to say, things get steamy.
✵ Now and for Eternity by artzee-bee▪︎🆁▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: When a stalker tries to come between you and Lucifer, the devil makes it clear that nothing will come between you two.
✵ Rest for the Wicked by think-blot▪︎🅵▪︎🅰︎▪︎
Summary: "Lucifer doesn't like that your job comes before him. He fixes the nonexistent problem but, now, everyone is questioning him as to why. Including you."
✵ Something Sweet by think-blot▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "...No one thinks twice about [Lucifer's constant flirting with you] because, well, it's just Lucifer being Lucifer. [However,] when a case takes all your attention away from him, people start to question why he's so desperate to get it back."
✵ Thundering Hearts by everlastingdreams▪︎🅵▪︎
Summary: "[You're] Lucifer's personal stylist, [with] whom he [constantly] tries to flirt [unfortunately for him, You're immune to his charms. Or [so you think]?"
✵ Wedding Bells by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
Summary: "It was the day you'd been planning for months, the day that would change everything. It was like a dream, but the butterflies in your stomach, the way your leg bounced with unending anxiety and excitement reminded you that it was all real. That this day would be perfect, more perfect than you had ever hoped."
✵ Wrong Move by silence-burns▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎
Summary: "You got to look for a murderer in an abandoned church with Lucifer, but things get out of control."
✵ A Crush by silence-burns▪︎🅵▪︎
✵ Alone Time by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Aunt, the by mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake▪︎🅵▪︎🅰︎▪︎
✵ Can't Help Falling in Love with You by lucifer-scenario▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Cherub | Prt. II by matth1w▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Day Like This by banditthewriter▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Devil's Punishment, the by eiressofinspirationwrites▪︎🅵▪︎
✵ Devil's Wings by lovingrosewho▪︎18+▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Every Step by banditthewriter▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Grooming by lucifer-scenario▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Jealousy by mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake▪︎🅴▪︎🅰︎▪︎
✵ Meet the Family by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Miracle by stanathanxoox▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Morning Tickles by geeks-universe▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Pray for the Fallen by bubblyani▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎
✵ Rockabye by ayanna-wild▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎
✵ Unexpected by ayanna-wild▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Wounds and Worry by mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake▪︎🅵▪︎🅲▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Dating Lucifer Would Include… by writingbyshiloh▪︎18+▪︎🅵▪︎♥︎▪︎
✵ Going Undercover w/ Lucifer (Imagine) by silence-burns▪︎🅴▪︎🅵▪︎
✵ Babysitting Trixie w/ Lucifer (Imagine) by silence-burns▪︎🅵▪︎𑁍▪︎
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Summary: Stealing from one of the most powerful men in Gotham would normally get you tortured, killed, or most likely tortured then killed. But Roman has a soft spot for you. So when your sticky fingers grab ahold of something that’s his, he has some fun with the chase… and once he finally catches you.
Note: This is JUST the smut part/end of the story. The plot/backstory will be posted soon :) And it’s in present tense to make it more ~intense~. I’m so fucking excited to be sharing this with y’all!!
Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.
Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,344 words
Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.
Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!
Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.
Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,344 words
Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.
Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!
Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.
Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,344 words
Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.
Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!
Summary: Catching the eye of the interviewer, you face trials of temptation and faith.
Associated Verse: Blessed is the one who reads and those who hear the words of the prophecy, and heeds the things which are written in it; for the time is near. Revelation 1:3
Warnings: Death, Violence, Blood, Nightmares, Mental Manipulation, Blasphemy (Michael Langdon and all his fuckery)
Rating: All, but it’s a darkish fic
Word Count: 3,070 Words
Note: I very intentionally did not use his first name
Note 2: I’m not back... just finally finished & edited something for once 😅
The crackling embers calmed you and guided your heartbeat to slow to a steady tempo. The warmth that radiated from the fireplace threatened to bring a slew of memories from what felt like a past life.
You knew you should turn to face your interviewer, that you probably seemed rude ignoring him to instead stare longingly into the warming fire but something kept you there.
You felt... safe.
For the first time since the sirens sounded, you felt safe.
That thought brought you peace and you finally sighed in content and smiled as you turned to face the man who claimed to be your savior.
Mr. Langdon simply raised his eyebrows at you, not commenting on your actions of the past few minutes. The only other movement was his fingers slowly stroking the underside of his chin. They seemed to sparkle from the light catching the shining stones and golden metal.
He seemed more at ease as well, like he was able to experience the thoughts of peace and happiness that had been running in your mind. Or maybe the fire brought its own kind of warmth to him as well.
The sound of a log crumbling into ash turned your attention back to the fireplace. Your eyes only rested there for a moment but when you turned back the man in front of you had changed.
No longer a beautiful man leisurely sitting by the fire, Mr. Langdon instead had a furrowed brow with a matching grimace and leaned forward the moment your eyes met his once more.
You found yourself wondering what could have brought this sudden change. Before your thoughts could spiral any deeper into questions, you saw him open his mouth to speak. The low timber and plush lips brought an unwilling blush to your cheeks.
“How are you... enjoying things at the outpost?” Mr. Langdon’s pause and scrutinizing eyes made you nervous. Like he was a seasoned hunter laying a perfectly placed trap and he had no true care for your enjoyment, and instead was hoping you fell for the trick.
Despite the countless warning signs blaring in your mind, for some reason you wanted to tell him the truth. How much you hated Madam Venable for ruining an already depressing situation, how you wanted to scream every time a petty argument broke out over dinner, how many nights you laid awake wondering why you were facing this tribulation. Were you chosen or simply damned?
Oh, many times you wished you could escape this sadistic stone tomb.
Recalling his assurance, rather threat, that he would know if you dared to lie to him, you settled on the truth... just more simple.
“This isn’t how I imagined the apocalypse would go.”
A weighted statement full of multiple meanings but the truth nonetheless.
At that, you saw his lips flick up into a quick smile and his eyes glimmer in the low light dancing around the room.
“Is that so?” Mr. Langdon leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and clasping his hands over his knee, the simple movement somehow seductive.
A flutter in your heart brought warmth to your body. Maybe it was the fact that you seemed to amuse Mr. Langdon, got him to smile in a way that didn’t seem malicious. Made him turn into the man you had seen just moments before.
You let yourself smile in return. For some reason, your tense body relaxed as if you were two friends casually conversing over a shared humorous experience.
Instead of laying out your reasons, something reckless inside your soul emboldened you to taunt him with a vague truth. Something about his pretentious demeanor intrigued you, especially after Gallant mimicked his line about being able to sense the darkest things about a person. You were desperate to see what he was hiding in the shadows of his own being.
“Yes.”
You looked him in the eyes, watching as he stared back blankly, his mask of aloof superiority now back. You knew it then to be a mask — you could feel his genuine self itching to be shown.
He was genuinely pleased to have someone make him feel something. For a moment, you wanted to continue your thoughts, share every thought and feeling and secret, but you wanted to see how far the game would go.
Your rational side knew it would likely end with you being left to rot in the outpost. It didn’t matter much. You accepted your death long ago and this entertainment finally brought some life back into your veins.
After nearly a minute of a scrutinizing glare, Michael removed his hands from his knee and laid them flat on the arms of the black leather chair.
Your attention was brought to the ringed fingers drumming lightly, as if he was pondering his next words. Something inside you didn’t quite believe him. As if it was an act for show. That he knew exactly was he was going to do next. He was simply... waiting.
Toying with you.
Seeing if you’d crack under the silence. Fill the lack of noise and if so, how you’d do it.
With an apology?
An insecure question?
A babbling attempt to say what you think he wants to hear?
Or something... else?
You thought forcing Michael to speak next would surely annoy him but instead when he opened his mouth, he seemed as if he was amused by your resolute rebellion. His teeth shined from the flickering fire, making him seem like a hungry beast.
The warmth seemed to increase from your side, like the flames were growing, intensifying, as you pressed on. You wondered if your words or his were the fuel.
“Venable told me you caused quite a ruckus when you got here.”
You grimaced, recalling your punishment of starved time in the cell below.
“Is that a question?”
His eyebrows raised at your snarky retort, his mouth a thin line. He must be getting impatient. You didn’t like this look of him.
“I’m sorry.” You murmured out with a well placed sigh.
“I just... didn’t, and don’t, agree with that rule.”
He hummed noncommittally.
“This outpost has a quite extensive library. So why bother yourself with stealing something as silly as fairytales?”
There was an challenge in his eyes as he continued speaking as he stood.
“Now, at least it wasn’t some cute version, I’ll give you that.”
His steps resounded as he moved to circle behind you. Daring you to follow him with your eyes or a turn of your head but you stayed still.
“How many days did Venable keep you in that cell?”
He placed his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning over to encircle you even further. His presence smothering you as the heat suffocated you even further. You couldn’t tell if it came from him or the fire.
“Hmm? Tell me, was it worth it?”
As his last words left his mouth in a whisper, he leaned in so his mouth was brushing against your hair.
Your breath hitched from his proximity, your skin raised in what felt like a strange mix of fear and anticipation. Your mouth felt dry as you forced yourself to swallow.
“Yes.”
The simple response and all its weight hung heavy in the air as only the sound continued to be the still lively fire to your right. You knew it to be no ordinary thing. Mr. Langdon made no movement, staying torturously close.
After what felt like an eternity, he took in a deep breath through his nose, seeming to breathe you in as much as he was refilling his lungs. You wondered if he even needed to breathe.
You could sense the satisfied smirk and feel the hot air as he leaned in to the shell of your ear.
“Good.”
You were unsure how to respond. Even more unsure if you should.
Mr. Langdon stood upright again, the soft brush of cool air hitting the back of your neck, relieving you as it sent shivers down your spine.
His left hand came into your view and you finally looked up at him, hesitant to instantly take it as much as you wanted to. There was still a part of you that was weary and unsure. Unwilling to not question.
Seeing a polite, disarming smile on his lips, you placed your hand in his, surprisingly warm and soft, and rose from your seat.
He turned your body towards him, the proximity once again sending mixed signals throughout your body. More so excitement now, but still laced with the ever present tendrils of trepidation.
He took his hand from yours but then moved to place it under your chin. Not cupping it in a romantic manner, but like how an adult would do to a pitifully naive child.
Your skin flushed where it met his, like he had the same power as the fireplace before. Something in the back of your mind noted how it had simmered once more. The flames calming as you accepted his extended hand.
Mr. Langdon cocked his head and let his eyes be overrun with clear pity. He even sealed what felt like the overly faux emotion with an empathetic sigh.
“Although life isn’t the fairytale you wished for, try to make the best of it, princess.”
You had to control every muscle in your face to not scrunch your nose at the words that stung like a patronizing slap despite the show of emotions that accompanied them.
Not trusting your tongue, you silently nodded. His fingers dug in for a moment like he was dissatisfied you maintained your composure and was about to lose his. He ripped his hand from your chin with a snarl and turned around to step behind his desk, his eyes roaming the wooden surface as he flexed his fingers, perhaps your touch had pained him.
He pulled out the thin black chair before he paused and looked back up at you, once more a different man than moments before. A Cheshire grin was clear on his face and that same glimmer of mischief back again.
“Oh, one last thing.”
“Yes, Mr. Langdon?” you forced out evenly, trying your best to control the whirlwind of emotions pounding on the door inside your chest to be let out.
“Remember, heed the warning of Snow White. Never trust witches or beautiful apples.”
His sing song voice sounded light like another taunt with his dismissive wave but the look in his eyes turned dark and intense as he lowered himself into his chair. Like he was spurring, no demanding you to remember his words, this moment.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The somber warning that felt like a thinly veiled threat haunted your bones. He made no other comments to you that day or any other, didn’t even bother to look at you when you two were in the same room or hall.
You thought he had forgotten about you. His amusement snuffed out and attention passed to the others... until the night before Halloween. Or simply, what you were told was Halloween.
You opened your bedroom door to find an unfamiliar book lying open on your pillow. Its golden edges shined in the candlelight as you cautiously stepped forward. A Bible - open to the first page of the Book of Revelation.
Blood red words stood out, written in the margins. You leaned over to get a better look, not daring to touch the holy object that felt tainted with darkness.
‘Was this how you imagined it?’
There was no name nor did you recognize the handwriting but you knew for certain this had come from Mr. Langdon. The smallest amount of heat tickled at the back of your neck.
You laid down, unsure how to react, still unwilling to touch or even close the book. Your skin prickling as though it could sense the heavy feeling of dread in the air.
Once you finally succumbed to an uneasy slumber, you dreamt of the bombs.
Sirens wailed from above as you trekked across an endless forest. Calling for help, voice hoarse as none came. The land turned barren with every step, an ashen land of death. Each moment, the sirens twisted more and more into tormented wails. A torrent of winds coming from each direction, bitter and sharp as knives against your skin.
With a pain in your chest that you could only describe as your heart being torn out piece by piece, you finally crumbled - broken and unable to continue. Weak and unwilling to fight any longer. You looked to the sky to beg for mercy when you saw an open door, its glowing insides the halls of the sanctuary promised to you. As you ran with energy anew, the sultry voice you heard was like a holy instrument carrying through the air.
Mr. Langdon came into vision, still blurred around the edges, you were unable to see him wholly. His forehead and golden locks bloodied from the thorns that encircled his head. One hand extended to you, another behind his back, his words coming to you clearly now as the thorns twisted into sharp horns.
Let me save you.
Let me save you.
Let me save you.
As you reached out your hand to his, the light faded from behind him, instead bringing forward his hidden hand that held a beating, bloody heart. Its steady tempo drowning out his plea as you felt a seeping emptiness consume your chest.
You woke with a start, body drenched in sweat as if you had been hugged by the sun itself. Your mind spun, consumed with a single thought - if the dream had progressed, would you hesitate to take his hand, despite what he had turned into before your eyes?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Your heart was beating so fast you barely heard a word Venable was sprouting, only snippets of sounds came through between the coursing blood that filled your ears.
Your mouth was practically watering at the sweet smell, the feel of the smooth skin in your hands, the taste you knew would be yours if you only took a bite of the shiny red treasure held within the palm of your hand.
But that voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you, back away into the shadows slowly and whatever you do, do NOT eat the forbidden fruit. It will bring no knowledge, only suffering and agony beyond compare.
Something even further hidden away is telling you to run. Run as fast and as far as you can from this evil place and never, ever look back.
You hear Mr. Langdon’s words over and over in your mind. So powerful, you can almost feel his breath tickling your ear once more, his enticing warmth overtaking your body.
‘Remember, heed the warning of Snow White...
Never trust witches or beautiful apples.’
In what felt like the final step of a test, you decided to pause before sinking your teeth into the apple alongside all the other residents and instead slowly backed into the shadows of the hallway toward the kitchen.
The silence hung in the air, and you were a moment away from turning around when you heard a cough, then another and another, the sounds of shared agonized death building in a crescendo confirmed your fears.
It confirmed that Mr. Langdon somehow knew. And if he knew... why didn’t he stop it?
A thought ran through your head, a darker one biting at its heels, so fast you were unsure it was your own.
Why didn’t I?
...Because they deserved it
You desperately shook your head to rid yourself of the thought and suddenly realized the truth with resolute finality. There was no where to go. No where to run. No one to run to. No matter where you fled, it would be a dead end. Even if you escaped this cave, you would only be thrust into another wasteland, wandering the purgatory above.
You found yourself in the kitchen, unaware your feet had even brought you there. In what seemed to be a final act of mercy, or perhaps penance, you spotted a large butcher knife hanging on the wall.
The metal held tightly in your hand felt like an extension of your body from your place in the corner of the darkened pantry. You had locked yourself in, backed yourself into a corner. But where was there to run - truly, to escape to?
A desperate prayer silently fell from your lips. Not for peace nor forgiveness. But for Mr. Langdon’s capsule of pain free salvation.
Nonetheless, you figure even a knife to the heart would be better than suffering the death forced upon the other residents. At the first sound or sign the killers have noticed your absence, you’ll take yourself out. Death was no longer fearful. It was the undeniable ending you had accepted many months ago.
The sounds of steady steps broke through your contemplation. Your hand stilled as you raised the blade above your chest. Your body was unable to move for some unknown reason even though everything inside you begged you to move already.
This was the end.
Accept it.
Instead, all you could focus on are the sounds of the footfalls. Light but purposeful. Steady and strong, unlike Venable’s wavering trio of steps.
Calm, almost casual. As if they were taking a stroll in a park or admiring paintings in a museum. Unlike the rushed, quick steps of an always determined Ms. Mead.
As your mind caught up with what your heart and instincts knew, a smooth voice broke the silence, its undeniable comfort charging your body with its light.
“You can come out now, Princess.”
You looked up, a mixture of wet and dried tears on your cheeks, and saw a magnificent sight.
There was your savior, a circle of candlelight cradled his golden locks and danced around like a halo on fire. Tears sprung from your eyes once more. Not out of fear, but out of pure awe and admiration.
The knife fell with a loud echoing clang in the now empty stone halls. You could only stare on as Mr. Langdon shifted to lower himself to you.
He brought his right hand from behind his back, and extended it to you.
Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.
Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,344 words
Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.
Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!
Summary: Catching the eye of the interviewer, you face trials of temptation and faith.
Associated Verse: Blessed is the one who reads and those who hear the words of the prophecy, and heeds the things which are written in it; for the time is near. Revelation 1:3
Warnings: Death, Violence, Blood, Nightmares, Mental Manipulation, Blasphemy (Michael Langdon and all his fuckery)
Rating: All, but it’s a darkish fic
Word Count: 3,070 Words
Note: I very intentionally did not use his first name
Note 2: I’m not back... just finally finished & edited something for once 😅
The crackling embers calmed you and guided your heartbeat to slow to a steady tempo. The warmth that radiated from the fireplace threatened to bring a slew of memories from what felt like a past life.
You knew you should turn to face your interviewer, that you probably seemed rude ignoring him to instead stare longingly into the warming fire but something kept you there.
You felt... safe.
For the first time since the sirens sounded, you felt safe.
That thought brought you peace and you finally sighed in content and smiled as you turned to face the man who claimed to be your savior.
Mr. Langdon simply raised his eyebrows at you, not commenting on your actions of the past few minutes. The only other movement was his fingers slowly stroking the underside of his chin. They seemed to sparkle from the light catching the shining stones and golden metal.
He seemed more at ease as well, like he was able to experience the thoughts of peace and happiness that had been running in your mind. Or maybe the fire brought its own kind of warmth to him as well.
The sound of a log crumbling into ash turned your attention back to the fireplace. Your eyes only rested there for a moment but when you turned back the man in front of you had changed.
No longer a beautiful man leisurely sitting by the fire, Mr. Langdon instead had a furrowed brow with a matching grimace and leaned forward the moment your eyes met his once more.
You found yourself wondering what could have brought this sudden change. Before your thoughts could spiral any deeper into questions, you saw him open his mouth to speak. The low timber and plush lips brought an unwilling blush to your cheeks.
“How are you... enjoying things at the outpost?” Mr. Langdon’s pause and scrutinizing eyes made you nervous. Like he was a seasoned hunter laying a perfectly placed trap and he had no true care for your enjoyment, and instead was hoping you fell for the trick.
Despite the countless warning signs blaring in your mind, for some reason you wanted to tell him the truth. How much you hated Madam Venable for ruining an already depressing situation, how you wanted to scream every time a petty argument broke out over dinner, how many nights you laid awake wondering why you were facing this tribulation. Were you chosen or simply damned?
Oh, many times you wished you could escape this sadistic stone tomb.
Recalling his assurance, rather threat, that he would know if you dared to lie to him, you settled on the truth... just more simple.
“This isn’t how I imagined the apocalypse would go.”
A weighted statement full of multiple meanings but the truth nonetheless.
At that, you saw his lips flick up into a quick smile and his eyes glimmer in the low light dancing around the room.
“Is that so?” Mr. Langdon leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and clasping his hands over his knee, the simple movement somehow seductive.
A flutter in your heart brought warmth to your body. Maybe it was the fact that you seemed to amuse Mr. Langdon, got him to smile in a way that didn’t seem malicious. Made him turn into the man you had seen just moments before.
You let yourself smile in return. For some reason, your tense body relaxed as if you were two friends casually conversing over a shared humorous experience.
Instead of laying out your reasons, something reckless inside your soul emboldened you to taunt him with a vague truth. Something about his pretentious demeanor intrigued you, especially after Gallant mimicked his line about being able to sense the darkest things about a person. You were desperate to see what he was hiding in the shadows of his own being.
“Yes.”
You looked him in the eyes, watching as he stared back blankly, his mask of aloof superiority now back. You knew it then to be a mask — you could feel his genuine self itching to be shown.
He was genuinely pleased to have someone make him feel something. For a moment, you wanted to continue your thoughts, share every thought and feeling and secret, but you wanted to see how far the game would go.
Your rational side knew it would likely end with you being left to rot in the outpost. It didn’t matter much. You accepted your death long ago and this entertainment finally brought some life back into your veins.
After nearly a minute of a scrutinizing glare, Michael removed his hands from his knee and laid them flat on the arms of the black leather chair.
Your attention was brought to the ringed fingers drumming lightly, as if he was pondering his next words. Something inside you didn’t quite believe him. As if it was an act for show. That he knew exactly was he was going to do next. He was simply... waiting.
Toying with you.
Seeing if you’d crack under the silence. Fill the lack of noise and if so, how you’d do it.
With an apology?
An insecure question?
A babbling attempt to say what you think he wants to hear?
Or something... else?
You thought forcing Michael to speak next would surely annoy him but instead when he opened his mouth, he seemed as if he was amused by your resolute rebellion. His teeth shined from the flickering fire, making him seem like a hungry beast.
The warmth seemed to increase from your side, like the flames were growing, intensifying, as you pressed on. You wondered if your words or his were the fuel.
“Venable told me you caused quite a ruckus when you got here.”
You grimaced, recalling your punishment of starved time in the cell below.
“Is that a question?”
His eyebrows raised at your snarky retort, his mouth a thin line. He must be getting impatient. You didn’t like this look of him.
“I’m sorry.” You murmured out with a well placed sigh.
“I just... didn’t, and don’t, agree with that rule.”
He hummed noncommittally.
“This outpost has a quite extensive library. So why bother yourself with stealing something as silly as fairytales?”
There was an challenge in his eyes as he continued speaking as he stood.
“Now, at least it wasn’t some cute version, I’ll give you that.”
His steps resounded as he moved to circle behind you. Daring you to follow him with your eyes or a turn of your head but you stayed still.
“How many days did Venable keep you in that cell?”
He placed his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning over to encircle you even further. His presence smothering you as the heat suffocated you even further. You couldn’t tell if it came from him or the fire.
“Hmm? Tell me, was it worth it?”
As his last words left his mouth in a whisper, he leaned in so his mouth was brushing against your hair.
Your breath hitched from his proximity, your skin raised in what felt like a strange mix of fear and anticipation. Your mouth felt dry as you forced yourself to swallow.
“Yes.”
The simple response and all its weight hung heavy in the air as only the sound continued to be the still lively fire to your right. You knew it to be no ordinary thing. Mr. Langdon made no movement, staying torturously close.
After what felt like an eternity, he took in a deep breath through his nose, seeming to breathe you in as much as he was refilling his lungs. You wondered if he even needed to breathe.
You could sense the satisfied smirk and feel the hot air as he leaned in to the shell of your ear.
“Good.”
You were unsure how to respond. Even more unsure if you should.
Mr. Langdon stood upright again, the soft brush of cool air hitting the back of your neck, relieving you as it sent shivers down your spine.
His left hand came into your view and you finally looked up at him, hesitant to instantly take it as much as you wanted to. There was still a part of you that was weary and unsure. Unwilling to not question.
Seeing a polite, disarming smile on his lips, you placed your hand in his, surprisingly warm and soft, and rose from your seat.
He turned your body towards him, the proximity once again sending mixed signals throughout your body. More so excitement now, but still laced with the ever present tendrils of trepidation.
He took his hand from yours but then moved to place it under your chin. Not cupping it in a romantic manner, but like how an adult would do to a pitifully naive child.
Your skin flushed where it met his, like he had the same power as the fireplace before. Something in the back of your mind noted how it had simmered once more. The flames calming as you accepted his extended hand.
Mr. Langdon cocked his head and let his eyes be overrun with clear pity. He even sealed what felt like the overly faux emotion with an empathetic sigh.
“Although life isn’t the fairytale you wished for, try to make the best of it, princess.”
You had to control every muscle in your face to not scrunch your nose at the words that stung like a patronizing slap despite the show of emotions that accompanied them.
Not trusting your tongue, you silently nodded. His fingers dug in for a moment like he was dissatisfied you maintained your composure and was about to lose his. He ripped his hand from your chin with a snarl and turned around to step behind his desk, his eyes roaming the wooden surface as he flexed his fingers, perhaps your touch had pained him.
He pulled out the thin black chair before he paused and looked back up at you, once more a different man than moments before. A Cheshire grin was clear on his face and that same glimmer of mischief back again.
“Oh, one last thing.”
“Yes, Mr. Langdon?” you forced out evenly, trying your best to control the whirlwind of emotions pounding on the door inside your chest to be let out.
“Remember, heed the warning of Snow White. Never trust witches or beautiful apples.”
His sing song voice sounded light like another taunt with his dismissive wave but the look in his eyes turned dark and intense as he lowered himself into his chair. Like he was spurring, no demanding you to remember his words, this moment.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The somber warning that felt like a thinly veiled threat haunted your bones. He made no other comments to you that day or any other, didn’t even bother to look at you when you two were in the same room or hall.
You thought he had forgotten about you. His amusement snuffed out and attention passed to the others... until the night before Halloween. Or simply, what you were told was Halloween.
You opened your bedroom door to find an unfamiliar book lying open on your pillow. Its golden edges shined in the candlelight as you cautiously stepped forward. A Bible - open to the first page of the Book of Revelation.
Blood red words stood out, written in the margins. You leaned over to get a better look, not daring to touch the holy object that felt tainted with darkness.
‘Was this how you imagined it?’
There was no name nor did you recognize the handwriting but you knew for certain this had come from Mr. Langdon. The smallest amount of heat tickled at the back of your neck.
You laid down, unsure how to react, still unwilling to touch or even close the book. Your skin prickling as though it could sense the heavy feeling of dread in the air.
Once you finally succumbed to an uneasy slumber, you dreamt of the bombs.
Sirens wailed from above as you trekked across an endless forest. Calling for help, voice hoarse as none came. The land turned barren with every step, an ashen land of death. Each moment, the sirens twisted more and more into tormented wails. A torrent of winds coming from each direction, bitter and sharp as knives against your skin.
With a pain in your chest that you could only describe as your heart being torn out piece by piece, you finally crumbled - broken and unable to continue. Weak and unwilling to fight any longer. You looked to the sky to beg for mercy when you saw an open door, its glowing insides the halls of the sanctuary promised to you. As you ran with energy anew, the sultry voice you heard was like a holy instrument carrying through the air.
Mr. Langdon came into vision, still blurred around the edges, you were unable to see him wholly. His forehead and golden locks bloodied from the thorns that encircled his head. One hand extended to you, another behind his back, his words coming to you clearly now as the thorns twisted into sharp horns.
Let me save you.
Let me save you.
Let me save you.
As you reached out your hand to his, the light faded from behind him, instead bringing forward his hidden hand that held a beating, bloody heart. Its steady tempo drowning out his plea as you felt a seeping emptiness consume your chest.
You woke with a start, body drenched in sweat as if you had been hugged by the sun itself. Your mind spun, consumed with a single thought - if the dream had progressed, would you hesitate to take his hand, despite what he had turned into before your eyes?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Your heart was beating so fast you barely heard a word Venable was sprouting, only snippets of sounds came through between the coursing blood that filled your ears.
Your mouth was practically watering at the sweet smell, the feel of the smooth skin in your hands, the taste you knew would be yours if you only took a bite of the shiny red treasure held within the palm of your hand.
But that voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you, back away into the shadows slowly and whatever you do, do NOT eat the forbidden fruit. It will bring no knowledge, only suffering and agony beyond compare.
Something even further hidden away is telling you to run. Run as fast and as far as you can from this evil place and never, ever look back.
You hear Mr. Langdon’s words over and over in your mind. So powerful, you can almost feel his breath tickling your ear once more, his enticing warmth overtaking your body.
‘Remember, heed the warning of Snow White...
Never trust witches or beautiful apples.’
In what felt like the final step of a test, you decided to pause before sinking your teeth into the apple alongside all the other residents and instead slowly backed into the shadows of the hallway toward the kitchen.
The silence hung in the air, and you were a moment away from turning around when you heard a cough, then another and another, the sounds of shared agonized death building in a crescendo confirmed your fears.
It confirmed that Mr. Langdon somehow knew. And if he knew... why didn’t he stop it?
A thought ran through your head, a darker one biting at its heels, so fast you were unsure it was your own.
Why didn’t I?
...Because they deserved it
You desperately shook your head to rid yourself of the thought and suddenly realized the truth with resolute finality. There was no where to go. No where to run. No one to run to. No matter where you fled, it would be a dead end. Even if you escaped this cave, you would only be thrust into another wasteland, wandering the purgatory above.
You found yourself in the kitchen, unaware your feet had even brought you there. In what seemed to be a final act of mercy, or perhaps penance, you spotted a large butcher knife hanging on the wall.
The metal held tightly in your hand felt like an extension of your body from your place in the corner of the darkened pantry. You had locked yourself in, backed yourself into a corner. But where was there to run - truly, to escape to?
A desperate prayer silently fell from your lips. Not for peace nor forgiveness. But for Mr. Langdon’s capsule of pain free salvation.
Nonetheless, you figure even a knife to the heart would be better than suffering the death forced upon the other residents. At the first sound or sign the killers have noticed your absence, you’ll take yourself out. Death was no longer fearful. It was the undeniable ending you had accepted many months ago.
The sounds of steady steps broke through your contemplation. Your hand stilled as you raised the blade above your chest. Your body was unable to move for some unknown reason even though everything inside you begged you to move already.
This was the end.
Accept it.
Instead, all you could focus on are the sounds of the footfalls. Light but purposeful. Steady and strong, unlike Venable’s wavering trio of steps.
Calm, almost casual. As if they were taking a stroll in a park or admiring paintings in a museum. Unlike the rushed, quick steps of an always determined Ms. Mead.
As your mind caught up with what your heart and instincts knew, a smooth voice broke the silence, its undeniable comfort charging your body with its light.
“You can come out now, Princess.”
You looked up, a mixture of wet and dried tears on your cheeks, and saw a magnificent sight.
There was your savior, a circle of candlelight cradled his golden locks and danced around like a halo on fire. Tears sprung from your eyes once more. Not out of fear, but out of pure awe and admiration.
The knife fell with a loud echoing clang in the now empty stone halls. You could only stare on as Mr. Langdon shifted to lower himself to you.
He brought his right hand from behind his back, and extended it to you.
I was wondering if you could please write a OneShot where reader is Lucifer Morningstar’s best friend and after Chloe discovered his devil face and ran away he goes to reader where she comfort him and he admits she is the devil’s true love? Thank you, I love you 💕
True Love
Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Summary: Chloe sees Lucifer’s true face, but doesn’t come back. Being his best friend, he calls you for help. As you comfort him, he realizes he wants more than just your friendship.
Warnings: None
Rating: All
Word Count: 2,289
Note: I was unsure if you wanted this to take place when Chloe saw his face then went to Europe for a month (end of s3/beginning of s4) or at the end of season 4, so I went with the earlier. Thanks for requesting, love! 💕
Bonus points to anyone who gets the reference at the end 👀
Summary: The four times Poe tells you to ‘look’ and the two times you tell him. (Plus bonus AU moment)
Warnings: NSFW, bit of angst
Rating: Mature / 18+
Word Count: 950 words
Note: Poe speaks Spanish. Don’t overthink it. aka I’m a thirsty hoe for Oscar and have a language kink / Bit of a delayed comeback with the whole reposting bit but I’m back babey!
wowowowow this was so good! i like the vibes this fic inspired, very mellow but heated at the same time, i appreciated it, so well written and lovely 🤍🤍🤍
Thank you SO, SO much for your kind review!! Words are failing me but know I appreciate you taking the time to not only reblog but to also leave such a wonderful comment 😭😭
Summary: You were always close to your father, made him kind, loving, and what a father should be… Until the day the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor. After years of being disowned by your parents, you are reunited in a torturous way.
Warnings: Torture, Death
Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 1,485 words
Note: I hope you enjoy it, love! I loved going back to Harry Potter ⚡️
