#luciphrack

[whopooh]

Since it’s done (yay!), I decided to collect it in a post for tumblr – 

My fic series crossing Lucifer and Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

The series is set in 1919 and 1929, pre-canon for Lucifer and going from pre- to post-canon for MFMM. There characters just had to meet!

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1. The Devil May Care

Phryne Fisher meets the Devil – or, Lucifer meets the Honourable Miss Fisher!

Paris 1919. Lucifer is peeping up topside for one of his short vacations on Earth, seeking out the nightlife of Paris. Phryne is staying in the city with her friends after her time as an ambulance driver in World War I.

Of course they are bound to meet, and of course there will be shenanigans.

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2. With the Devil on the Deep Blue Sea

1929. Jack is on his way to England by boat, coming after Phryne as she asked him to, when he suddenly sees a lone man struggling in the middle of the ocean. When the mystery man is saved, he claims to be Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil himself.

Jack decides he wants to solve this enigma. Lucifer is more interested in having fun – he is on vacation, after all.

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3. The Devil Went Down to London

1929, continuation. The three of them arrive in London, and Amenadiel tasks Lucifer with a mission – a demon has escaped Hell, and it is down to Lucifer and his two Detectives to find it. 

Phryne brings the Devil to a family dinner, much to her father consternation.  And Jack is stranded with two dark-haired incorrigible flirts. However will he manage?

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And: bonus fic – a kind of AU after the first fic: 

Duet with the Devil

London 1929. Phryne Fisher is in London – having flown her father home from Australia – when she recognises the man at the piano. Isn't that Lucifer Morningstar, self-proclaimed devil and old friend from ten years ago?

Of course there will be some Cole Porter.

Above all, this fic was made to this amazing fanart: https://letitflytoapril.tumblr.com/post/188167090075/and-bonus-gif-with-weird-colors-wtf-your-turn

[arlome]

Desire

For darling @whopooh who asked for “Angel, Phrack, London.” I took some liberties, darling. I hope you don’t mind!

P.S. Long live the Luciphrack!

He spots them the moment they walk in.

The racy little Jazz club is loud, engulfed in cigar smoke, full of vices and beautiful people – and yet, the couple stands out. Even through the sins and willingness of the ready crowd, he can see that they are special.

It’s been years since he’d had a holiday – centuries, really – and he never could tell human ages properly, but to his timeless eyes the couple looks relatively young. Not in the first bloom of youth, but not in the waning of it, either. If anything, the fine specimens are at their prime – a man and woman of lovely physical attributes that he wouldn’t mind entertaining in his chambers for a night. Two, even, if he’s lucky; three, if his sanctimonious excuse of a brother takes a little longer to catch up to him.

They’re lovers, this much is certain. The way they move together speaks of familiarity and intimacy that go beyond friendship, or any other sort of relationship that does not involve carnal pleasures. A brush of fine-manicured fingers down the lapels of a suit jacket, a steady hand at the small of a deliciously exposed back, soft lips pressed to the shell of an ear – he’s seen it all. Hell, he’s been a willing participant in this particular mating dance since humanity decided to become erect and take up travel. From the height of his eon’s worth of expertise, he can tell that the couple is likely to be extremely entertaining.

The woman – slender, sensual – leans into her companion and whispers something in his ear. The gentleman tilts his head to better hear his lover, his eyes scanning the crowd vigilantly. Together, they are a sight to behold – smooth lines and gentle curves, shining sequins and sharp angles. He briefly wonders whether they will be open to consider an addition to their dance, blind to the world as they are, but the doubt passes as quickly as it comes. He’s never had any trouble before; after all, he’s the master of persuasion – sin itself – and nobody can pass on the opportunity to avail themselves of his services.

Plans and mind made, he rises from his seat, downs the fine single malt whisky he’s been nursing for the past thirty minutes, and makes his way towards the couple.

After all, time waits for no man, and neither does the Devil.  

[aurora-australis-tumbles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Lucifer (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher/Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV)/Jack Robinson, Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Chloe Decker Additional Tags: Crossover, puns, Many many puns, Chess, And crime?, Kinda, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting for MFMM, Regular Universe (late S2) for Lucifer, Phrack have a new friend!, Chloe has a headache, And both are named Lucifer, luciphrack, It's a thing now, be the threesome you want to see in the world Summary:

On holiday in sunny LA, Phryne and Jack make the acquaintance of a devilish nightclub owner with crime fighting connections.

Banter, puns and sexual tension ensue.

A MFMM/Lucifer crossover.

[arlome]

For mfmm/lucifer (:D): She had never seen anything like this before, and she _was_ Phryne Fisher, which means she had seen many, many things.

Both men were sitting by the fire in her parlour, in various states of undress. Lucifer was stripped down to his smalls; Jack retained the little left of his dignity by still wearing his pair of trousers, the braces hanging off his bare shoulders.

“Jack!” she exclaimed, eyes wide and unbelieving. “What have you to say for yourself?”

Her Inspector gulped rather audibly and attempted his trade-mark self-deprecating smile.

“The Devil made me do it...?”

[arlome]

MFMM OR Lucifer: "I've heard about you - you're the one who quotes poetry."

(Why not both)

“I’ve heard about you - you’re the one who quotes poetry.”

Jack regards the tall stranger with all the intensity of his profession. The man is rich, that much is certain, the cut of his elegant suit screams old money; he’s also quite cunning - there’s a glint to his eyes that speaks of endless wit and a strategic mind. He only plays the fool to a court of imbeciles of would-be kings and queens. 

“You can say that,” Jack answers, offering his hand. “Inspector Jack Robinson.”

The man’s eyes glimmer mischievously as he takes Jack’s hand and squeezes it heartily in greeting.

“Lucifer Morningstar,” he purrs, his smile wide and wicked. “Delighted to make your acquaintance, Inspector.”

Jack laughs; trust Phryne to know the Devil.

(I went a little overboard but this one was FUN)

[aurora-australis-tumbles]

First sentence meme: "I don't make the rules, I only follow them."

Since this was from @arlome, and it fit so well, I decided to make it a response to her five sentence fic from my ask. Circular logic if ever there was. 😂

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“I don’t make the rules, I only follow them.”

It was a truth and also a plea - for understanding, for not pursuing this any further.

“And what about your conscience? Your heart? Do you not follow those as well? What happens when the three diverge?”

Jack felt hot, the whisky and the offer burning through his veins. The most galling part, though, was the other man was right.

“There’s always a way,” Jack confessed. “If you’re willing to ignore either the spirit or the letter hard enough.”

“And are you?” Lucifer asked with a growing grin. “Hard enough?”

Jack stared at the other man for a long beat, then walked over and kissed him. Hard.

“Follow that,” he said. 

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.