Summary: It's Sinsmas after all that has happened to the Hotel and helping Charlie rebuild is the least you both can do, especially since Sinsmas is coming up and if this Hotel isn't finished, Lucifer will break down. His daughter, at a motel for her human holidays, cleaning debris? Absolutely not! So, when he finishes up his end of the deal, why does that accomplishment feel... like it never mattered?
Ship/Dynamic: Lucifer x Reader, looming Lucifer x Reader x Lilith. Platonic Hotel Ensemble mentioned.
Notes: GN Reader, status of Reader's origin (Sinner, Hellborn, Angel, st cetera) left unknown, age of Reader unknown but definitely over 100 years of age (the Reader knows younger Charlie, but that's also ambiguous). Charlie's relationship with Reader is platonic and left neutral (you are about stepparents familiarity level, without the label). The Reader's trust in Charlie's dream is ambiguous but hopeful. Set: within the boundary of Season Two.
You've got the help of the King of Hell, there was no way anything can be hard when you give him the task of completing anything. Set the floor plan anew with even, sturdy flooring and nails the size of fingers keeping them secured? Done before the spider demon can help with the walls. Getting those windows and having them set within their frame, he can do half of them in the time of—what ? He should probably leave some things to the staff? Hm... that's fair, Charlie trusts these people and on a smaller note Lucifer can see their genuine care to help. So, he can step back after he's done with the foyer.
He won't admit his height had almost made him miss the malignant of the wallpaper where the second floor meets the railings and the 90° angle of the—nevermind, forget it. He got it done, so no-problemo!
Setting himself down upon the ground, his shoes give a gracefully padded thud! as his wings fold inwards to tuck beneath the skin. The outfit he wore? Simply not broken or anything out of place, he says this to himself as he sees you sitting alone in his technically finished foyer. He would be startled if he already didn't notice the lone seating arrangement that Husk had pushed in earlier, alone yet salvaged from the prior wreckage.
He pulls at his collar as the sounds of construction grow louder in the sudden silence, his wings and the wind no longer filling his ears with noise. Making his way over, he sits far enough away from you to be respectful but... well, close enough he feels it wouldn't be too offensive.
Anything you can talk about will be difficult to bring up, no doubt. The ease of a temporary bubble from where Charlie assigned Lucifer to at least make sure the interior could handle a second floor. Of course, he's got that! He can do 'physical' labor well. But he's not exactly doing any 'emotional' labor besides worrying his staffs golden luster between his hands.
Finally, when he decides that enough is enough and hovering will do him no good, it's best to start talking now. He will greet you officially and it's soft compared to how he'd put on a show for Charlie, "Hey... I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm here if you need me."
Whether you're angry and could snap at him for something he (or another) has done, sad over something he cannot tell, or just your ruminating on something: he can and will listen with a good ear! Well, he can try as he's still working on this between you two after his hiding much less him and Charlie... but he is trying!
It's when you mention the encroaching date and human holidays that the people love celebrating that he grits his teeth. Oh. Human holidays mean a lot to Charlie and quite a few Sinners—if he remembers some old traditions correctly—and he guesses that it would mean a lot to the residents of the Hotel. Sinners, y'know?
The passage of time had slipped by him yet again, and for that he'll apologize. But it's not something he can really fix being as old as he is and how finite time is. If you'll have him, as your partner, he would be willing to scoot right up next to you and take your hand in his.
And while you two are talking, it also comes to light this will be another holiday in 7 years you'll have spent alone. Charlie has her friends and her patrons to fill her life with purpose, especially on a day where you indulge sin she'll have to ward off with familiarity—you even mention she has plans to do something more humanly traditional, Christmas. But still, this will be the first year you and he will have spent time together in 7 years...
If he wasn't already so soured and ready to set things straight, he'd have teared up and just sat there with you...
"I understand your situation and I hear you." He acknowledges how you feel first, before taking the longest and unsure sigh that could rattle his frame. "I understand how hard it's been for you to stay with us, me, these past few years and we've been less than absent to you."
"Near nonexistent, except when I'd come to visit." You agreed with him. He can't disagree with you.
"And I deeply apologize, time just flows on and when Lilith took Charlie with her during our..." He felt the air pass through his teeth in a hiss. He's not angry, he's not. But everything was just too much. "I just lost sight of myself and all we held dear."
We. He and Lilith had cherished and longed for many things in their long lives, and very few they couldn't obtain together. Their peace and stability were often shaken by Sinners or Hell's natural instability within the lower ranks, but it was nothing they couldn't charm and smooth over. Even the other Sins had been acquaintances, friends, they were much closer to than they are now and something to cherish. But then came you in all your glory during Charlie's childhood and they should have been fulfilled by then—not that they weren't ?! A beautiful and loving wife, a charming and joyful Charlie, and yet they both took side long glances at someone who they could not have. Never did their eyes stray from one another, but when they did look away to look back, Lucifer could remember that confident smile on Lilith's face.
And he distinctly remembers her calling the look he gave her 'lecherous'. After his slightly mortified reaction, she laughed and actually called it rather charming.
"We'll be celebrating without Lilith again, and you if you don't want to... stay." The words coming from your mouth are saddening, but no less the truth. What has he done to prove you wrong in the last 7 years?
"Do you want me to stay?" Lucifer asks and if he didn't have your hand in his before now, he reaches to do so now. "With you?"
He wasn't talking about Sinsmas. That much was obvious.
Your talk wasn't long from being interrupted and it was a sign of the Sinners patience towards interruption or sin. Although that wasn't long after you agreed, it still had his features sharpening in agitation. He hears a loud shatter from somewhere in the hollow of the Hotel and his sharp teeth, dilated eyes, and a small hissing noise you were unsure about. Maybe a snake hiss, maybe the hiss of smoke from his upset.
These chandeliers were from his castle, he admits. Oof. Tough luck.
But, enough about talking. Even as he gives you a gentle smile and a wave before he's off to another floor, the relationship you and he have is now steady enough the weight seems to leave his shoulders.
He still has a lot of work to do, but maybe some time fixing the Hotel as a medium for spending time together, that'll do for a bit!
But even when it was completed and Alastor had shown himself to the crew, Lucifer gritted his teeth at that, it was soon after that he found decorations had adorned the walls and a tree had been erected in the foyer.
If you're not sure he'd remember the date and perhaps even lock himself away, you'd be pleasantly surprised he had ducks on every railing with something slightly festive about them. A little tree hat, a green or red duck, or one with an elf hat. Some with tiny devil horns. Some with vaguely red hats. Some with elf ears.
Alastor, Vaggi, and quite a number of staff and residents looked between frustrated and annoyed as the ducks seemed to appear everywhere, even the tree. Lucifer came next, looking as Prideful as ever and showing you another one he wanted to use as a tree topper.
Definitely is the guy who wakes up Christmas/Sinsmas day and changes from his pajamas into another set of lounge wear. While he is wearing white skinny trousers and tasteful loafers, he's wearing an ugly couples sweater that he's grinning at you from.
From the box he got his shirt from had came two other ones that looked identical to his. The one is your size is quite obvious and his expression tells you all...
Wear the ugly duckling couple sweater Wear the ugly duckling couple sweater Wear the ugly duckling couple sweater Wear the ugly duckling couple sweater Wear—
Merry Christmas from my timezone, everyone! I absolutely hope you're having a good holiday while I write Luci and his family having a rough, rough time. Enjoy the angst. ←(*꒪ヮ꒪*)
oi Gui, amo suas fanfics, pode fazer mais uma do glenn de twd?☹️ só alguns headcanons ta bom!!
Glenn as your bf...
Glenn Rhee x GN! Reader
Cw- Gender neutral reader, You/Yours pronouns, Fluff, Knives, Zombies, Glenn being the best boyfriend. Maybe it’s a bit ooc.
Synopsis- Just some headcannons of what it would be like to date Glenn! (he's a sweetheart!)
Word count- +1200
Protective and Loyal
Glenn is very loyal and protective of the people he loves. He would do anything to keep you safe, even putting himself in danger.
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The sun hung low in the blood-red sky as you and Glenn trudged through the overgrown, abandoned streets of the city. The apocalypse had long since claimed this place, leaving only the shells of buildings and the haunting echoes of the lives that once were. Glenn walked close behind you, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, guiding you safely around the debris littering the sidewalk.
Suddenly, he stopped short, pulling you back with him. His eyes narrowed as he stared at something ahead, his body tensing. "Wait," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stay here."
Before you could respond, he stepped in front of you, positioning himself as a barrier between you and the threat. A zombie shuffled out from behind a rusted car, its eyes milky and its mouth open in a snarl. Glenn slowly reached for the knife at his belt, his grip tightening around the handle.
"Don't move," he said under his breath, his gaze never leaving the creature. "I'll take care of this."
He took a step forward, then another, until he stood between you and the zombie. With a swift, precise motion, he lunged forward, burying the knife deep into the zombie's skull. It crumpled to the ground, its body twitching for a moment before falling still.
Attentive and Caring
Glenn has a caring side that he shows to the people he cares about. He’s the kind of partner who remembers little things, like your favorite coffee or the book you want to read. He loves to take care of you and makes sure you’re comfortable.
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You sat by the fire in the communal area of Alexandria, the sun setting outside the high walls that kept the walkers at bay. It had been a long, hard day of searching the city for supplies, and your muscles ached from the exertion.
Suddenly, Glenn appeared from the darkness, a small smile playing on his lips. In his hands, he held a worn, leather-bound book, its cover slightly tattered from years of use. He walked towards you, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
"I found something today," he said softly, holding the book out to you. "I think you're going to love it."
You took the book from his hands, your fingers brushing against his as you did. You looked down at the cover, your heart skipping a beat as you read the title. It was your favorite book, a novel you had read countless times before the world ended.
"Glenn, how did you know?" you asked, your voice filled with wonder and gratitude.
He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I found it in your bag, back at the prison," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I knew how much you loved it, and I wanted to find a copy for you. It took some time, but I finally found one today, tucked away in an old bookstore downtown."
You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears of joy and love. "Thank you," you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close. "This means more to me than you could ever know."
Honest and Open
Even though Glenn can be a bit reserved sometimes, he is open and honest with the people he loves. He values being clear in a relationship and wants you to always feel heard and understood.
Playful and Fun
Despite the tough times he has faced, Glenn keeps a playful attitude. He loves to make you laugh and enjoy the little moments in life.
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You were sitting on a fallen log outside the safety of Alexandria's walls, enjoying a brief moment of respite in the waning daylight. The stress and horrors of life in this post-apocalyptic world weighed heavily on your shoulders, but you tried to find moments of joy and laughter whenever you could.
Suddenly, Glenn emerged from the treeline, a mischievous grin already spreading across his face. He had a twinkle in his eye, and you could tell he was up to something. He sauntered over to you, his hands behind his back, trying to hide whatever he had behind him.
"Guess what I found?" he asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.
You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk playing on your lips. "What did you find?" you asked, playing along with his little game.
Glenn's grin widened, and he brought his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small, wilted daisy. It was hardly the prettiest flower, its petals drooping and its stem a bit bendy, but to you, it was perfect.
"For my lovely partner," he said, his voice deepening into a terrible impression of a romantic lead from a cheesy 80s movie. He got down on one knee, holding the flower out to you with a dramatic flourish.
You couldn't help but burst out laughing, a sound that echoed through the quiet evening air. "Glenn, you're ridiculous," you said, shaking your head in amusement.
He stood up, a huge grin on his face as he watched you laugh. "But did you laugh?" he asked, a note of triumph in his voice.
You nodded, wiping a tear of mirth from your eye. "Yes, you big goof," you said, smiling at him. "But I love you for it."
Romantic Gestures
Glenn loves big romantic gestures, but he also appreciates small, everyday moments. He might surprise you with a picnic in a lovely place or cook your favorite meal for a candlelit dinner at home.
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The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks, as Glenn took your hand in his and led you out of the safety of Alexandria. He had a surprise planned for you, a chance to escape the harsh realities of this post-apocalyptic world and lose yourselves in a moment of romance and normalcy.
As you walked hand in hand through the overgrown fields that surrounded the community, Glenn kept you close, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. He guided you to a small, abandoned farmhouse, its walls still standing despite the passage of time. Inside, he had set up a candlelit dinner for two, complete with a checkered cloth draped over a makeshift table and a bouquet of wildflowers picked from the surrounding meadow.
"Glenn, this is beautiful," you said softly, your eyes wide with wonder as you took in the intimate scene before you.
He smiled at you, his brown eyes shining with love and adoration. "I wanted tonight to be special," he said, pulling out your chair for you like a true gentleman. "A chance for us to forget about everything else and just focus on each other."
You sat down, watching as he lit the candles and poured you each a glass of wine from a dusty bottle he had found in the farmhouse's cellar. He had thought of everything, down to the smallest detail.
As you ate the meal he had prepared, a simple but hearty stew made from ingredients he had scavenged from the surrounding area, you talked and laughed, losing yourselves in conversation. Glenn regaled you with funny stories from his past, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he recalled happier times.
This is what I imagine dating Glenn would be like...
Author’s note: Hey! I hope you like it, I tried my best to do it. inclusive, queria agradecer pelo carinho, isso é muito importante pra mim. Happy 2025 to all of you ♡
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Could you do drabble prompt 27 with Newt Scamander???
Here you go, nonny!
#27 “Take notes. Watch and learn.“
A/N: Titles are the worst, sorry about that :‘D
Warnings: None!
Word count: 475
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Being a Magizoologist
In Hogwarts, Newt always disappeared at evenings and he came back with his hands dirty, and you always wondered why. It wasn’t before your fourth year in Hogwarts before he finally told you about his intense affiliation with magical beasts. He showed you the Bowtruckles and told you that he was the only one they didn’t hide from. And you loved them just as much as he did.
Years later, you were with him as he searched for magical beasts, studied them and wrote his book. He was a magizoologist and you wanted to be one too, but you weren’t so good with the beasts as Newt was. The beasts liked you though. Right now Dougal, a demiguise, had its arms around your neck and he slept as you held him like he was a baby. Dougal snored against your shoulder and you couldn’t help but smile.
“He likes you”, Newt looked at his book, but sometimes you were sure that Newt had eyes on his back, because he knew things without looking at them. Though it occurred only in his suitcase. You adjusted your hold on Dougal as he moved in his sleep.
“I know. Your beasts like me but… that doesn’t mean I’d be any good at nurturing them all on my own, being a momma to them, like you are. Like for example, Cassie needs help, I think her horns have finally begun to grow properly. I can’t-“ your speech was interrupted as Newt abruptly stood up from his desk.
“This is a great chance then. C’mon, let’s go help Cassie!”
It hurt you a bit to put Dougal in his nest, because he was sleeping so peacefully in your arms. But fortunately, you managed to put him there so carefully that he didn’t wake up.
“Take notes. Watch and learn.” Newt whispered to you as he carefully approached Cassie, a young Graphorn which had troubles with her horns. Young Graphorns always needed help with their horns, but her parents weren’t present at the moment. Newt glanced at you and nodded in approving manner as he saw that you had taken your notepad from your pocket and was about to write some notes.
Newt crouched beside Cassie, stroke its back and shushed it, as she was whimpering and then he pushed Cassie’s head a few times – it was like he was doing CPR with her head. A few pops were heard and immediately after that, Cassie stood up and seemed to be fine, she licked Newt’s hands and then hopped away and was her own, happy self.
“Learnt anything?” Newt asked as he turned to you.
“I think so.” you answered and he nodded, before putting his hand on your shoulder and looking straight into your eyes.
“You’re going to be a great magizoologist one day, Y/N. I know you will.”
Did I disappear for a while? Yeah, sorry about that. But I'm back to talk about my obsession of the month... (of the month is an understatement, I would say of my life-)
BUCKY BARNES!!!!
Omg- He's so handsome 😭 I swear, I'd let him do unimaginable things to me.
This is just something I thought about these days, maybe it's a little ooc.
So… let’s imagine that you and Bucky are in love, but you are so stubborn to admit that…
Bucky smirks, his blue eyes glinting mischievously as he leans in close to you. "Well, well, look who it is - my favorite little troublemaker," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
You feel your cheeks flush at his proximity, his scent of leather and gunpowder filling your nostrils. Bucky knows exactly what buttons to push to get a rise out of you.
"Aww, what's the matter Buck? Jealous that I'm not fawning all over you like those girls at the bar?" you retort, jutting your chin defiantly.
His smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Maybe I like seeing you all riled up. It's cute how flustered you get around me."
Bucky reaches out, trailing a finger down your jaw. You shiver at his touch, desire coiling in your belly. He's so infuriatingly smug, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.
"You know what I think?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I think you're just dying for me to kiss you senseless right here in front of everyone. To put you in your place and show you who's really in charge."
Your heart races, arousal coursing through you. God, you want him so badly. But you won't give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
"In your dreams, Bucky boy," you scoff, shoving him away playfully. "I'd never gave in that easily."
He chuckles, desire and frustration warring in his gaze. With a regretful sigh, he steps back, running a hand through his hair.
"Guess I'll have to work harder to break that stubborn will of yours. I do love a good challenge though." He winks roguishly. "This isn't over, sweetheart. Not by a long shot."
With a final heated look, Bucky turns and saunters off, leaving you aching and wanting. Damn him and his sexy mind games. He always gets the best of you in the end.
Author’s note: Sorry about disappearing again! I end up running out of ideas and time, work has taken a lot of time away from me. I'll try to post a few more short things like this just so I don't run out of content. I'm working on an ask at the moment. (btw, sorry for the delay, but I promise I'm writing) ♡
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