Okay, so Maze revealing her true face to her human girlfriend for the first time. Fluffy but with a little bit of a subtle "oh reader finds it hot"??? Please
Oh of course! I hope you like it! :D
Title: Her True Face
Warnings: abusive (ex) girlfriend
The longer Maze thought about it, the more she realised that stupid human phrase had a possible element of truth.
Maybe opposites do attract.
And you were certainly a complete opposite to her.
Originally Maze spared you little to no thought. You were just another human who somehow managed to get hired as a bartender. Originally maze paid you no mind, you were just human after all. Maybe just someone to have a quick fuck, but nothing serious. Unfortunately for her, that didn’t happen. A very small part of her was impressed with your loyalty. Most other humans would’ve gladly given into her.
You were… grating. Ok, that was unfair to you but honestly, that was how she felt about you in the beginning. Eternally optimistic, happy and just a sickening nice person. You were also very loyal to your (at the time) girlfriend, so no chance of Maze even getting a fuck from you.
But that didn’t stop you from wanting to be her friend, something that Maze had no interest in being. You were just another one of Lucifer’s wholesome little humans that he’d somehow taken a shine to. Initially she couldn’t quite understand it. You weren’t interesting like his detective. You were just nice.
You didn’t treat her any differently from anyone else. Admittedly, you didn’t know that she was a demon and it was entirely possible that your opinion of her would change if you knew this. But part of Maze didn’t want to think about that. Loath she was to admit it, she valued your friendship. Even if that was all you were willing to be with her.
But slowly she allowed you to get closer. Your constant persistence slowly chipped down her walls. As the two of you became closer Maze came to realise that you weren’t as soft as you first appeared. Underneath it you had a fairly dark sense of humour, a sense of humour that only tended to come out around her. You definitely weren’t as sweet as you made yourself out to be. While she wasn’t happy with the situation, Maze was content to just be your friend. It meant she got to stay close to you.
Well, until everything changed one day when you came in with a blackeye. You had pitifully tried to cover it up with makeup and then made up pathetic excuses of how you ‘walked into a cupboard’. Maze didn’t need you confirmation to know what had happened and really, what she did next was the only logical thing to do. Yes, humans probably would’ve gone to the police. With how much Decker seemed to like you, it would be a certainty that your (ex) girlfriend would get locked up.
However, Maze and Lucifer weren’t human. Really, there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of torture, especially when it was against someone who hurt one of the few people that Maze… didn’t completely hate. The only thing that wasn’t meant to happen was for you to walk in halfway through. You were clearly shocked and terrified but Maze had been around long enough to see something else in your eyes- lust.
Maze had thought that you’d move away after the revelation about what she really was. Instead you once again surprised her. You stayed. In LA. At Lux. With her. It took months before you once again opened up to her but when you did it was to ask her out. As a thank you for getting rid of your ex.
And the rest, as they ask, is history. Another human phrase that Maze didn’t completely hate.
“Ah good, you’re here. Thought I’d have to send a search party out for you!”
Maze took a deep breath as she leant against the door to your flat. The two of you had been together for six months but now Maze wanted to be fully open and honest with you. To show you a side of her that few other people had hardly seen.
“Mazie? Everything ok?”
You stuck your head out of the kitchen, a speck of flour on your cheek from where you had been cooking. Maze couldn’t help but smile at it. With anyone else she would’ve seen it as an irritation but with you it was oddly endearing.
Fuck, you were making her soft.
You frowned at Maze’s lack of response and slowly approached her. You put a hand on her shoulder and Maze said,
“We need to talk.”
You tensed at her words and she quickly added,
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”
Well, all that seemed to do was make things worse.
“I mean,” she took a deep breath, “it’ll be easier if I show you.”
She grabbed your hand but not too harshly. You couldn’t help but smile at how gentle she was being with you. She was usually so abrasive with everyone else but never, never, with you. It was sweet although Maze would vehemently disagree. However, you knew that she secretly liked it.
You sat down on the sofa and looked at your girlfriend. You took her hand and gave it a brief squeeze.
“Tell me,” you said softly, “what’s wrong?”
“I need you to shut yours eyes.”
“What-”
“I want to show you myself,” she said, “who I really am. So shut your eyes.”
You smiled and closed them.
“Is this the part where you kiss me?” you said teasingly
“Only when you open them again. If you still want to.”
“And why wouldn’t I?”
“Wait until you see me. Now, you can open your eyes.”
You took a deep breath and opened them again. Your eyes widened at what you saw and for a brief moment Maze wondered if it was too soon. You had accepted that she was a demon but it could just be that it was just physical. That you could put up with her demonic nature because you-
“Wow.”
Ok, she wasn’t expecting that. You leant closer to her, cocking your head to the side.
“So this is what you wanted to show me?” you asked
“My true form.”
“Thank you. Thank you for trusting me.”
“You’re not… repulsed?”
“Maze, if I was repulsed by you I would’ve ran after I saw you flaying my ex-girlfriend’s skin off.”
You shifted so you were straddling her. Maze smirked up at you, her hands settling on your waist.
“So,” she said, leaning closer, “how does it make you feel?”
“A beautiful, strong woman, who just so happens to be very adept with a knife, decides to open up and be vulnerable?”
Maze rolled her eyes and you leant closer. You brushed your lips against hers, pulling away as she tried to deepen it.
“Incredibly turned on.”
You yelped as you were suddenly spun onto your back. You looked up at Maze who said,
“Well then, looks like I need to do something about that.”
Mazikeen never thought she’d fall for someone who owned more pink sweaters than weapons.
Yet here she was, sprawled across a bed covered in floral pillows, lavender wafting in the air, watching her girlfriend, Ava, hum to herself as she painted tiny strawberries onto Maze’s black-polished nails.
“This is ridiculous,” Maze grumbled, even as she didn’t move her hand. “I literally tortured souls in Hell, and now I’m getting a manicure.”
Ava looked up through her lashes, mischief in her soft brown eyes. “Correction: you’re getting adorable strawberry accents to match the ones on my dress. And you love it.”
“I love you, not this.” Maze rolled her eyes. “Big difference.”
“Mmm.” Ava leaned in, her lips brushing against Maze’s knuckles. “Still letting me do it though.”
Maze grunted and looked away, scowling at the ceiling. It was painted baby blue with little white clouds—soft, dreamy, disgustingly domestic. It made her chest ache in a way she couldn’t explain. She’d been in this room a hundred times, but sometimes it still felt like she was breaking some unspoken rule. That someone like her—razor-sharp, emotionally volatile, hellborn—shouldn’t be allowed in a space so safe.
“Why me?” she blurted before she could stop herself. “You could be with someone who... fits.”
Ava paused, setting the tiny nail brush down. “Someone who fits what, Maze?”
“You know.” Maze sat up, black hair falling over one eye, her voice rough. “Someone nice. Soft. Someone who doesn’t have a sword collection or a tendency to punch their way through problems. Someone who doesn’t scare people.”
Ava crawled forward on the bed, kneeling in front of her. “You don’t scare me.”
“You should.”
“But I don’t.” Her voice was quiet but steady, like the sun filtering through curtains. “I know you. I’ve seen you bandage my papercut like it was life-threatening. I’ve watched you wake up early to make me pancakes—terrible, burned pancakes, by the way, but you still did it. You’re not just blood and blades, Maze. You’re also loyalty. And protectiveness. And love.”
Maze stared, throat tightening. “I don’t say it.”
Ava smiled. “You don’t have to. I see it.”
“I wouldn’t know how to be like you, even if I tried.”
“I’m not asking you to change.” Ava cupped Maze’s face, thumbs brushing along her jaw. “I don’t love you in spite of your edges. I love you because of them. Because even when the world told you to be heartless, you made room for me. That’s brave, Maze.”
Maze didn’t breathe for a second. Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, she leaned into Ava’s touch, resting her forehead against hers. “You make me feel like I could be... good.”
Ava whispered, “You are good. Just in your own way.”
They stayed like that for a moment, cheek to cheek, the soft hum of music from Ava’s speaker filling the silence. Outside, the world was loud, messy, full of cruelty and chaos, but in that room, there was only warmth.
“I’m still going to stab someone if they mess with you,” Maze mumbled.
Ava grinned. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Maze finally let a smile tug at her lips, small but real. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Correction,” Ava said again, kissing her softly, “we’re both lucky.”
And as Maze pulled her into her arms, fierce and tender all at once, she realized maybe, just maybe, she didn’t need to understand softness to deserve it. Maybe she just had to let it in.
Warnings: slight cursing, implied violence, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x daughter reader, Maze x reader platonic
*not my gif*
Summary: Lucifer is feeling a bit under the weather, so you have to come up with a new Halloween activity to partake in
A/N: Halloween event 🎃
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
With one final huff, you set the large pumpkins down on the table, Maze doing the same thing from beside you.
“You know,” She snapped, turning a harsh glare towards the couches, “Some help would have been nice.”
“That it would have been indeed, Maze.” Lucifer’s british voice rang out from his sprawled out form on the cushions, “I had to get up to get the remote all by myself!”
She rolled her eyes, and looked as if she was about to lunge at him when you put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from letting a fight break out, “You’re so dramatic, dad.” You said instead.
“Dramatic?” He cried in offense, “I am no such thing! I am very sick, I’ll have you know! And doing tasks that you may see as simple, are very difficult for my fragile body to handle.”
“Dad,” You sighed, “We got these pumpkins to carve so that we could actually do something on Halloween instead of just sitting on the couch and listening to your pity party. You only have a small cold, anyway.”
He crossed his arms and pouted, “It’s a very deadly cold.”
“I will throw your pumpkin off the top of this building if you don’t want to use it.” Maze hissed, narrowing her eyes threateningly.
The devil was quick to jump to his feet, “My, will you look at that! I can stand after all!”
“Okay,” You clapped your hands together, “Let’s get started.”
All of you each stood in front of your own pumpkin and picked up some of the carving tools that you and Maze had previously put out and got to work.
“You have to stab it more than that.” She ordered, demonstrating a stabbing motion for Lucifer.
“Well, excuse me for not going around and stabbing people all the time!” He threw his hands up in defeat.
“You’re literally Satan.” You deadpanned.
“Well, I’m a good Satan!” He countered.
“Here,” Maze marched over and shoved him away from his pumpkin, “Watch and learn.”
She spun the carving tool in her hand a couple times, using her other one to hold the pumpkin still, before driving it into the skin and sawing away, successfully cutting a hole in the top.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, “I could have done that.”
A sarcastic grin overcame her features as she spun the tool in her hand once more before sticking it out for him to take, “Sure, you could’ve.”
You chuckled slightly from beside them, already using a different tool to scoop out the seeds.
Your fathers eyes flitted over to you, “What the bloody hell are you doing now?”
“Taking out the seeds.” You replied in a ‘duh’ tone.
He pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he warily eyed the orange vegetable in front of him, “Why can't we just make the face?” His voice came out whiny.
“Because,” Mazes teeth were gritted as she scooped out the seeds with unnecessary force, clearly getting fed up with the man, “This is how it’s done.”
“Yes, but why, though?”
“Lucifer.” She picked up the discarded knife from beside her and pointed it threateningly at him, “One more word out of your mouth and I will cut it off your face.”
Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her wrist before she could follow through, “Whoa! Whoa! Let’s all just calm down a little bit.”
Your father, who had his hands up in surrender nodded, deciding to be wise and not saying anything else.
Reluctantly, he picked the tool back up and began scraping out the insides, holding in his gagging and no longer complaining.
Seemingly satisfied, Maze went back to her own work and you bit down a smile, following her lead.
A little bit later, it was still silent, when a mischievous idea sparked in your head and you couldn’t help but smirk.
Stealthily, you took a handful of pumpkin guts and chucked it straight at your father before immediately snapping your head down and acting as if nothing was happening.
His head flew up and his mouth dropped open before he pointed an accusing glare at his friend.
“How dare you!” He cried, “This was a brand new shirt!”
Maze looked up, eyebrows furrowed, and sneered at him, “That wasn’t me.”
“Oh? I suppose it was the Halloween fairy then?” He mocked, placing his hands on his hips.
With both of their attentions on nothing but each other, you took another handful, this time launching it at the side of Mazes head. Hitting it dead on.
Both of their heads snapped over in your smirking direction before looking at each other once, nodding, and each picking up a handful of their own and throwing it at you.
And then war broke out.
You let out a squeal as they hit home and picked up two more handfuls, blindly throwing, which they returned.
By the time you had all finally calmed down, pumpkin guts littered the room and all three of you were covered head to toe, grinning like idiots.
“Perhaps I misjudged this activity.” The devil mused with an evil grin, “I do believe that we should do this every Halloween.”
