Title: Ran to the Devil (please hide me)
Artist: @qwertyuiip-art
Author: @entropic-saudade
Rating: E
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Lucifer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester/Lucifer Morningstar
Fic Summary:
Lucifer disappears with Sam after stealing Jack’s grace, going on a tour of Chuck’s other worlds.
What started as a nightmare for Sam turns into salvation, however, when they land outside a glitzy nightclub in another universe’s City of Angels, and the devilishly handsome owner reveals himself to be a version of Lucifer that is so unlike the version that Sam knows that it cuts through all of Sam’s trauma to the core of his desires.
Do you catalogue crossover fics? If so, I'm looking for a Good Omen and Lucifer crossover where Crowley gets summoned to LA by some criminal and Lucifer totally looks down on him for getting summoned. Later both he and Crowley get summoned and the summoner tries to put Lucifer in a chair. Also, Trixie gets kidnapped and Aziraphale and Chloe get blackmailed into getting captured themselves.
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arms tonight - mother mother
put your money on me - the struts
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new invention - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
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love potion no. 9 - herb alpert & the tijuana brass
Detective Decker talked to Danny as if he was a kid, but she had gotten him a soda, so she wasn’t all that bad.
She checked her phone when it buzzed, and excused herself. “Don’t worry, your parents will be here soon.” She patted his shoulder, and walked away.
Danny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes, he had only been here a day and already hated LA. Stupid paranormal convention that made his parents drag them all the way from Illinois. Of course he would somehow end up involved in a murder investigation.
Danny felt goose bumps run down his arms and had to suppress a full-body shiver when a man plopped down in the Detective’s chair, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Danny looked away. His day was grim enough as it was.
“So you are the moody teenager that saw the gruesome murder, right?”
If you don’t pay him attention, he might go away. They never do, but there’s always a first time.
“Alright! Alright! You heard the gruesome murder. Darryl, right?” The man said.
The boy crossed his arms and looked directly at the desk, and whispered barely moving his lips. “If you’re not the victim, then this isn’t a good time.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” The man said, snapping his fingers at him and leaning on the desk. “You are severely traumatized.” He added solemnly and intertwined his fingers over the desk. “So, Darryl,” his voice was a mockery of gentle and understanding, and Danny had to bite the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t yell at him to piss off, “tell me, what happened?”
“Look, I only wanted to find an arcade, and then I was behind a dumpster while a guy was getting shot three feet from me.” He hissed, glaring at the wood, with his fists clenched so tightly that the skin on his palms was white.
“Oh, come on! I know you can give me more than that, you look like a smart kid.” At that, Danny rolled his eyes. “Can’t you, I don’t know, deduce his height from the sound of his footsteps or something?”
Finally looking up, the teen caught the amused expression on the spirit’s face, and with an angry huff wondered how he had died, for him not to have any mark of it to show. No strangling lines around his neck, no blood staining his clothes, he wasn’t soaking water, didn’t even smell like smoke to have breathed it in a fire or something. A heart attack, then? At that age, weird, but not unheard of. If he had overdosed then he was the only ghost he had seen still well groomed after the fact.
“What do you want with this? Why is it any of your business?” He flinched at his own outburst, looking around to make sure no one had seen him snap at nothing. “Just…” he sighed, “leave me alone, I just want this all to be over.”
“Pff, please, you’re a teenager, you always have something funny in there.” The ghost looked at him in the eyes, and leaned back in towards him. “So, tell me, Daniel, what do you desire?”
Danny held his gaze, wondering, why wouldn’t this ghost go away? Why couldn’t all ghosts go away?! Always since the accident, they wouldn’t stop harassing him, following him home, and wrecking his stuff. Bleeding and weeping and screaming at him and none of them would leave him alone.
“I just want to be normal!”
“Seriously? Dad, that’s boring.”
People were looking at him now, and Danny would rather talk to the patronizing Detective Decker or have the ground open up and swallow him whole.
“Danny, sweetie!”
Or have his parents come and scoop him up, crushing him in a bear hug.
“I’m –mrph– I’m okay, seriously, ‘m not hurt.”
“Detective! How nice of you to join us. I was chatting with the little Phantom here.”
Danny looked, astonished, as the not-ghost stood up and got scolded by the Detective. She slapped him lightly in the arm, and it made a sound.
He had begun to wonder how, but now he knew his question should be what.
“Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, this is my partner, Lucifer Morningstar.”
She must have thought Danny’s look of utter horror was confusion, because her apologetic smile did nothing to calm his mounting panic.
- - -
Danny looked at his phone in his hands, its reflective surface showing him the dark bags under his eyes. He moved it so it would show him where his parents were talking with the Detective and… the not-ghost.
There was his mom, with his dad’s hands on her shoulders, the Detective was telling them something and- and the man wasn’t there.
“You do know you have to turn your phone on to take a selfie, right?”
And there he was, leaning on his shoulder and scaring the crap out of him.
“Wha- you- what are you?!”
“Besides, you look as if you had seen a ghost.” He chuckled, put a hand on Danny’s shoulder, and plucked the phone right out of his grasp, batting his hand away when he tried to retrieve it. He put it on frontal camera and pointed it at them. “Just look at that.”
And Danny saw it, his face burnt with electricity, charred skin and chunks of flesh missing, and the shape of a lightning spread through all his body. If anyone else were able to see it, they would know he should be dead.
“We will need more than a few filters, don’t you think?”
The man –Lucifer– was not much better than him, his head angry, glaring flesh, his eyes glowing blood red with the sclerotic black.
But he took the selfie anyway.
They made quite the portrait.
“So you’re not just some Cole Sear, are you?” Lucifer smiled and handed him his phone back. “This will be so much fun!” The Devil ruffled Danny’s hair, and walked back to his Detective.
- - -
This is by far one of my favourites. I like mixing different mediums of the same genre, and since in DP there is the whole ghost thing, I can mix it with paranormal/supernatural shows even tho it’s more sci-fi.
I also wanted a crossover with Lucifer just to see how they would interact. The plot for the meeting was already in my head, I just had to fit in the “reflection” part, but I can say I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.
Steve had never been one to visit a nightclub. Bars? Yeah, sure. A few drinks with friends, catching up, talking. He liked bars; they were cozy, welcoming, and overall not too full. Nightclubs, however, were a completely different story. He had never been to a nightclub before, but what he found here was... well. He did not have any words for it. Crowded, perhaps. Noisy.
After walking around for a while, ordering a drink but not finishing it because it was nothing he liked after all, he was tempted to just go home. That was, until someone approached him.
It was a very handsome man in an expensive-looking suit. He had styled, dark hair, and a smile that could charm rocks. His eyes seemed to shine in the lights of the club, and he moved like graceful liquid. They stroke up a conversation, and suddenly, Steve felt seen.
Just like that, he was swept off his feet by the man’s inexplicable charm. The man who asked him what he wanted, instead of what others said he was supposed to want. No, not ‘want’, desired.
And Steve, completely taken away by the man’s enchanting stare, blurted out what he had been trying to suppress for so long: he didn’t want to be lonely anymore. He didn’t want to feel like a little bit more of his heart was dying every single day ever since he woke up.
Lucifer Morningstar.
A name Steve had never expected to hear.
Lucifer Morningstar.
A man who was everything but what he appeared to be.
Okay, so random thought and kind of how a cross over could be born. Ella is so blasé about lucifer being well, the devil, right? Okay well the same actress that plays Ella also played in a season 3 episode of supernatural jus’ in bello. And imagine the time frame and all that Jazz and a bit of imagination and the reason Ella was really just blaze was because she already knew about it all and yeah. I don’t even know the though sounded better in my head
Omg omg omg dude I am.not kidding I JUST re-watched that episode yesterday and shit myself when I realized it was Aimee Garcia. So yeah, loving that headcanon, and I will happily come back later to elaborate further! Thanks for sharing!
Detective Elizabeth “Betty” Cooper was certain of three things — she loved her daughter, her ex was a prick, and only the good guys could serve justice. So it came as a complete shock to her when an attractive man claiming to be the fallen angel “Lucifer” shows up one day, a suspect in a murder who goes out of his way to solve the mystery and clear his famous name.
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Spike lifted a scarred brow at the line outside the club. He bi-passed all of that rubbish and walked up to the bouncer, leaning in to say, “I”m here to see Lucifer Morningstar. I want to ask for a favor.”
The bouncer nodded and let him pass.and he strolled into LUX, a smile playing on his lips. Aside from the poshness, this place could keep him busy for days. His eyes wandered over the dancer as he headed toward the bar.
As he made it to his destination, he ordered up a whiskey he turned, waiting to see the owner of the club.
