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Some scenes from @ariaadagio‘s Lucifer fanfiction For Each Ecstatic Instant, some soft Lucifer x Chloe scenes

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Here is your friendly soup kitchen ficlet reminder from your friendly brain twinlet. Pleeeease?

Background: Last night I was rewatching 4x03, and I wondered to @ariaadagio how the soup kitchen not-date might have gone if Lucifer hadn’t been paranoid about Chloe, you know, trying to send him back to Hell. She said, “Please write that.” I said, “You gotta throw it in my ask box if you want me to remember.” 

So. Without trying to rework too much of the context, let’s say Father Kinley didn’t go to Lucifer’s place to sow his insidious seeds of doubt. Everything else is pretty much the same. Chloe’s still poking a little too hard at Lucifer ‘changing for good,’ without the added angst of Lucifer thinking she’s trying to get rid of him permanently.

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Soup Kitchen

Lucifer’s not certain why the Detective’s so fixated on what others think of him but, for the time being at least, he’s willing to humor her. She has, after all, had something of a trying several months. Her current fixation on his behavior is a small enough price to pay to have her accept him—

Or, if not precisely accept, at least allow him to remain at her side. The … flinching has ceased. He supposes he’s the affair with the axe to thank for that. 

Still, when they exit the car into a neighborhood that reminds him uncomfortably of Hell—the stench, for one thing, and the distant sound of voices raised in argument and screaming—he begins to question the Detective’s sanity once again. Humans, dazed and drug-addled, shamble along the streets like zombies. None raises their eyes; they are too far gone, too lost in their misery even to sense him. They don’t need him. As in Hell, these humans are quite adept at punishing themselves.

An uncomfortable certainty begins to uncoil in his abdomen, fueled by the tenor of the day’s conversation—Have you ever considered donating any of your vast fortune to charity? He’s met more than his fair share of proselytizers. Currently, the Detective bears a striking resemblance. It sets his teeth on edge. It feels like a fist closing around his heart. Or, perhaps, like an axe pushed deeper instead of removed. 

“Detective?” he asks sharply. “Where are you taking me?”

A faint flush rises in her cheek. “Lucifer, I know this isn’t your usual scene—”

“I beg your pardon,” he interjects as they turn a corner and he sees the mobile soup kitchen doling out spoonfuls of some substance that might generously be called food by someone with no discernment whatsoever. “I’m intimately familiar with this ‘scene.’ Not quite as hot, though.”

The Detective blinks. Her eyes narrow. The flush, he fears, is no longer embarrassment but anger. “Seriously? You’re just going to … dismiss them? All of them? Because they’re not as fortunate as you are? Because they need to ask for a handout?”

“What do you take me for, Detective?” He shakes his head, too dismayed to bother minimizing his reaction. She reaches out, and it’s his turn to step away, frowning down at her hand. “What I have was not taken from these pockets. I’m no more to blame for this situation than you are.”

“But you could make it better. You could change so many lives—”

“Could I?” He can’t swallow his affront at her assumptions, at the accusations hiding between the words she speaks. “By … what is that saying? Giving a man a fish?” Another volunteer slops another helping of repugnant, so-called sustenance into a waiting bowl. “Or, rather, giving him some refuse you wouldn’t serve your own child and calling it dinner?” Lucifer crosses his arms. “Is this about doing something good, Detective, or about assuaging some guilt of your own? I most certainly won’t be a party to that.”

Before she can protest, he turns to a group of humans dutifully spooning their gruel into their desperate, waiting mouths. “Hello,” he says to the first, a gentleman of middle age whose destitution has aged him beyond his years. “Sorry to interrupt your … meal. Tell me, what do you desire?”

“Lucifer!”

He waves a dismissive hand in the Detective’s direction, never taking his eyes from the human in front of him. “Well?” he presses. “Go on, then.”

“More,” says the man.

“A touch more specific, if you please.”

“I want … more.”

Lucifer looks away, but the man seems unaffected. He returns to his meal. “Well,” says Lucifer. “Should you decide what, precisely, you would like more of, there’s a church you might visit. Mention Father Frank Lawrence; they’ll know what to do in his name.” 

He rattles off an address. He senses the Detective freeze beside him. Well, bully for her.

The man swallows another mouthful of food. 

Straightening to his full height, Lucifer raises his voice. “The offer stands for any of you. Perhaps it’s not the charity some might expect, but I’ve absolutely no qualms facilitating any of you … learning to fish. As it were.”

Chin lifted, spine stiff, he rounds on the Detective. Perhaps his eyes flash; he’s angry enough for it. In the back of his mind, a voice disturbingly like Dr. Linda’s says, Hurt enough, you mean. He ignores it. “You haven’t any idea what I do with my vast fortune,” he says, sneering the final words. “You’ve never asked.”

Her eyes are damp with unshed tears. Lucifer looks away before they can affect him. His stomach churns. Tonight, he expects, will be one involving the consumption of inhuman amounts of alcohol.

“Lucifer, I—”

She reaches out again. He steps away. Again.

“But I see you’ve certainly judged.”

He walks away, seething. Aching. 

He doesn’t wait for her to follow.

[arlome]

30 & 46!

30. Hardest part of writing - the hardest part of writing for me is the beginning. The sitting down moment, the transition from the mind to the page, the fear that it won’t translate well outside the confines of my brain :) Once you get over that hurdle, the rest should flow (hopefully). 

46. Share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet -  from ‘Want’, a 5+1 Lucifer fic I’m working on:

The marketplace opens before him like a cheap, welcoming whore; the countless tents and stands steaming in the blazing heat. The scent of sweat and olive oil, of fruit and myrrh and livestock lodges into his nostrils and he takes a deep, greedy breath, chasing the rot of brimstone away with the earthy smells of the Holy City.

A stand of yellow-red apples catches his attention, and he turns towards the sweet smell of nostalgia like a forsaken, grieving lover, ready to fall back into the arms of his beloved; he reaches out for one perfectly round specimen, brings it to his nose, inhaling appreciatively, and turns to regard the marketplace with delight. He likes this busy place, loves the haggling shouts, the yelling matches – the merchants trying to outcry one another, tempting the odd passersby with their low prices – likes the spices in the air, and the heat on his skin. No Ash here, no sulfur; the colours so vivid and vibrant, he almost needs to close his eyes against the brilliance and the variety. He squints experimentally and looks away, towards the other end of the marketplace - and sees her.

Thanks for the questions, Aria! :)

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ariaadagio replied to your post: If I'm writing fanfiction, do you think I should...

@spirantization in my experience people avoid pluperfect because they don’t know how to use it — when I beta read for people, pluperfect sections are reliably the sections that are a complete mess

To be fair, past perfect is on its way out — it’s all but vanished from spoken language and it’s becoming less and less common in written language as well. A few of its uses have become obsolete and past simple does the job just as well in those cases. I’m not shaming people for not understanding how to use it.

But! It does still have its place as a narrative tense/framing device, and I think it adds some nice variation and texture to a story. The actions don’t have to be a plod plod plod of sequential past simple events! 

Tired of boring prose? Want to mix things up in your Google doc? Add just a dash of Past Perfect! Available in Simple or Progressive format!!!

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Synopsis: A trailer for @ariaadagio's "Castaway" Lucifer fanfiction (post Season 3 and eventually canon divergent for Season 4.) This is the BEST Lucifer story I've ever read, so I had to do something about it. If you haven't read this gem yet, take my word for it...you will not be disappointed. Be sure to watch in HD! ❤️ 

 READ: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15942401/chapters/37175798

 SONG: "Out of Time," by: Hidden Citizens (ft. Erin McCarly)

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ariaadagio replied to your post “Today it was announced that Netflix is spending staggering amounts of...”

I have a feeling that WB had more to do with this cancellation than Netflix, unfortunately. But it’s just a guess.

That’s interesting - do you have an idea why they might want to do that? With the Sandman deal the WB seems to be on good terms with Netflix... and they’re probably shuttering their own DC streaming service in preference of partnering with Netflix, according to the stuff I’ve been reading.

The more I read about it, the more confused I get about why anyone involved wouldn’t consider it a good thing to do two more seasons instead of one. Maybe they intend to make comics!Lucifer a major focus of their adaptation of Sandman and don’t want two Lucifers around at the same time confusing people?

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ariaadagio replied to your post “Anyway if you all are out there really thinking that Angel would ever...”

lol wait what is this in reference to?

@ariaadagio - so much like people say DB said Sarah’s name during IWRY (I totally can’t hear it... sadly) fans say that in Heartthrob during the scene when Angel is upstairs with Fred and hears Cordy scream and fall to the floor. When he runs over to support her while she is having the vision, they say that he says:

“Easy, baby.  What is it? What do you see?”

So of course, swooning over the term of endearment ensues. But first of all, Angel calling someone ‘baby’ (without some sarcastic or wry comment to accompany it) just does not ring true to me.