I feel you underneath my tongue.

Pedro in a new Wild Robot featurette

Bonus of the first gif without text because I love his enthusiasm here:

Summary: Lucifer doesn’t like that your job comes before him. He fixes the nonexistent problem but, now, everyone is questioning him as to why. Including you. 

Word Count: 3952

A/N: sup biches im sick and heres another lucifer fic that i started before people requested stuff. Enjoy! This is far from edited because why my head hurts :)

SUMMARY: Lucifer thought he had found you, but had he? 

AN: The awaited part two is finally here! Hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 2204

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Lucifer, despite, his hardest effort could feel himself starting to give up again.

Months had passed without any sign that you had actually been there that night, and he was slowly beginning to believe the other’s when they told him that it was a hallucination.

But somewhere deep in his heart, he knew you were out there. If he gave up, it would mean that he was giving you up - something he would never do. If he after thousands of years had passed still loved you just as deeply as he did before your disappearance, then a little more setback wasn’t going to stop him.

He had even, despite his reluctance, prayed to his Dad, on the off chance that it would actually bear fruit. Not that he believed it would happen. He was still certain that he had a hand in your disappearance, but he was willing to do it for you.

Another thing, he had begun doing as his search continued without any new information was to talk to you every night. If there was any chance that you could hear what he said, then he was going to reassure you that he loved you and he would find you. No matter how long it took.

Nursing a drink on his couch, he sat in near darkness watching as raindrops smashed into his windows. So deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the phone buzzing beside him, Chloe´s name lighting up some of the living room.

Not that he would have answered even if he did. He was starting to find her pestering irritating - he had a more pressing matter to attend to than solve some benign murders. He could understand she was worried and wanted to help but this was above her. If she couldn’t deal with the fact that he was the Devil, then how was she supposed to help him with this?

No, it was better if she was left out of this.

SUMMARY: Lucifer worries the people closest to him when he shows up looking like a mess. Only Amenadiel knows why and shocks everyone with the answer.

AN: Alright, here’s a little something I’ve written for the tv show Lucifer. I’m not quite sure how many of you guys even watch the show but I had a sudden burst of inspiration after binge-watching the latest season. Hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: Blood, near-death…

WORD COUNT: 2322

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not my gif

Linda thought she knew what was going on in Lucifer’s mind. Hours upon hours of therapy sessions had been spent trying to figure out his life and she felt like she was making progress.

She should have known however that nothing was as simple as that with the literal Devil. He was a piece of work to deal with, and the fact that he almost always completely missed the point of her advice frustrated her to no end. Still, she was more than a therapist to him but also his friend.

That’s why she was more than worried when he began showing up to her sessions completely void of emotions. It was as if his body had shut down. She wasn’t sure why or what it was trying to protect him from - all she knew was that she needed to get to the bottom of this.

That’s why she decided to call Amenadiel despite her reluctance. She hadn’t seen the angel in a long time but this was more important than her own discomfort.

“Thank you for coming, Amenadiel,” she opened the door to her office and led him inside.

“Of course, Linda. What is the problem?”

“It’s Lucifer…” she paused, “I’m not sure what’s wrong but-”

“He’s been acting strange,” Amenadiel finished with a sigh as he took a seat on her couch.

“Yes! How did you know?”

“There are a lot of things you still don’t know about Lucifer,” Amenadiel said. “Including his wife.”

Linda frowned, “Wife? I didn’t know the Devil had a wife. It was never mentioned in the Bible.”

“It’s not something that was written in books that you have heard of. Lucifer married Y/N when things were still new - the Garden hadn’t even been created yet. Things were great…” he breathed out, a sorrowful smile on his face, “and then they weren’t.”

“What happened? Where is she?”

“She’s dead.”