#storm brewing

[annapolisrose]

Wall is also not the entrance for Storm Brewing.

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[peaceinthestorm]

Alfred Stevens (1823-1906, Belgian) ~ Le Coup De Vent, 1891

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[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 Making waves 🌊

[oc45]

Movin' in fast

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Takes 100 selfies and hates all but maybe 2

[oshii]

I humbly request a Lucifer sick fic of sorts with emeto.. You can decide the reason but I was thinking he’s so anxious over something he makes himself sick? Idk and then fluff

Hey anon! Sorry for the wait! I actually had most of this written as something entirely unrelated, and decided it fit this bill nicely! Brief mentions of emeto, lots of anxious snapping, ends on a light note. Deckerstar, H/C, irritated!Lucifer, sick!Lucifer, snarky!Amenadiel.

No copyright infringement intended!

storm brewing (4/21/2021)

He couldn’t believe Amenadiel. The bloody gall, the AUDACITY, of his brother – the sheer nerve of him, contacting dear old Dad behind Lucifer’s back to contend with him on Lucifer’s latest issue. To ask God’s opinion on this matter, to beg forgiveness on Lucifer’s behalf because he’d neglected to ask God’s bloody permission –

“Hey, easy,” came Chloe’s soft voice from above his right ear, tinged with quiet warning and a gentle rub. “You’re gonna be sick again if you don’t calm down.”

Lucifer panted harshly through gritted teeth, shaking fingers clumsily clinging to the wastebasket he’d been clutching like a lifeline through the nauseous waves of insurmountable rage. “Ggh,” he grated, face contorting as another cramp squeezed his belly. “Fucking bastard—”

“Shhh,” Chloe shushed, rubbing slowly between his shoulderblades, her other hand coming up to press against his chest as a balancing, steadying gesture. She felt his heart thudding beneath her palm, fast, hard – the Devil’s heartbeat, as alive and angry as any mortal man’s. Her own pulse quickened, and she bit her lip, a little nervous, a little on edge, a little tensed up now. “Lucifer, you have to calm down.”

“Why?” The way he spat the word made it sound less like a question. “’m I taking advice from everyone, now, is that it?” A small rough cough cut off whatever he wanted to say next, and his breaths sucked harshly between an infernal snarl, eyes wild and red and damp with tears that clumped his dark lashes into wet points. “First my brother betrays me, and now you deign to—to—mommy me?!”

At this outburst, Chloe stopped rubbing his back, and gripped his shoulder so that he turned to glare at her. “All right, Lucifer? That’s enough.”

Her tone actually made him blink, sniffling petulantly, looking very much like a miserable teenager with red nose and running eyeliner, not like an immortal creature of unfathomable evil (well…were there any difference between those two beings). “So what, Amenadiel talked to God behind your back? He probably does that all the time. Seriously, the whole first year we worked together, he was trying to send you back to Hell himself. Secondly….it was my idea.”

Lucifer sniffed again, straightened up, twisted around fully so that he could unleash a proper devil-eyed glare. “…what?”

She dropped both her hands away from his body, knowing (hoping) that he wouldn’t actually harm her, but every ancient instinct embedded in her mortal DNA screaming at her to back away, he’s the Devil and he’s pissed off at you! “I thought, well…I thought that you were in over your head, and Amenadiel might, y’know…have some useful outside opinions to offer.”

Lucifer wiped a hand over his mouth with great care, lingering, showing tremendous restraint that cracked only through his visibly trembling fingers. Chloe licked her lips in nervous anticipation, wondering if she shouldn’t have just kept her damn mouth shut after all. No, she thought firmly. The guilt would eat me up.

One breath, two. Chloe held hers and waited, heart pounding, speculating wildly on the sheer possibility of Satan snapping her neck between the space of her next two breaths.

Then, Lucifer released a ragged sigh, shoulders sagging in visible and utter defeat. Resigned to these circumstances of fate, he seemed to noticeably recover from his upset stomach, and sat up from the bucket. His eyes were still wet with unshed moisture when he looked at her again, but they were human brown. She uttered her own sigh of relief, and she knew how much the sound probably broke his heart.

“Useful opinions?” His chuckle was hollow snicker, tinged with madness. “Amenadiel? Hardly.”

She didn’t speak. He sniffed, lowered the trash can, procured his silk handkerchief and carefully dabbed at the corners of his mouth, this time avoiding eye contact. Then, his gaze raised again and held hers with a new, pleading ferocity. “I’m sorry for my behavior. Surely you know I’d never mean you harm, even if you did consort with my insufferable, egomaniacal, douche-nozzle of a brother.” He sighed once more and sat back against the couch cushions. “God’s gonna do what God’s gonna do, I suppose.”

For the first time in several minutes, Chloe felt the tightness in her jaw loosen into a small, fond smile. “Yeah, well,” she mumbled, reaching out to tentatively run her fingers through the feathered blackness of his appealingly disheveled hair. He returned the smile, equally as tentative, and it always surprised Chloe how well shyness suited him. “Sorry, anyway. I should have come to you first before telling Amenadiel.”

At that moment, a whooshing of air announced the presence of another celestial, and both of them squinted through the momentary haze of altered atmospheric pressure to see Amenadiel standing there, clad in hoodie and jeans and smirking like the cat who ate the canary.

“Luci,” he called uncharacteristically brightly, eyes twinkling with an unsettling spark of deviousness. “You’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do!”

Lucifer and Chloe exchanged looks, his comically disgruntled, hers quite sheepish. “All right, I take it back. You are definitely getting punished for this one, Chloe Decker.”

[the-elusive-writer]

There is so much beauty in storms 🤙🏼