#lucella

Born: 23rd of January, 2002

Deceased: 5th of May, 2019

Cause of Death: Undetermined

Time of Death: Between 2:15 P.M and 3:30 P.M.

Subject found unresponsive at 5:53 P.M on the 5th of May, 2019, in Hyde Park, London. CPR administered upon discovery, transported to St Mary's Hospital at 6:01 P.M.

Pronounced dead upon arrival.

i was tagged by @ava-du-mortain (ty bby!) to make my OCs in this picrew. and it even has pink hair for rae so how could i refuse?

top left: emilia cousland, hero of ferelden

top right: aurelia hawke, champion of kirkwall

middle left: ellinor trevelyan, inquisitor

middle right: rae jung, captain of the unreliable

bottom left: isla, revan

bottom right: luce varia, dragonborn

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Ella Lopez x Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Requested by @wonderdoves

Coming to Lux was a risky move. It's not exactly Vegas, but Lucifer did decide to host a casino night. Lots of gambling, lots of opportunity for Ella to dive straight back in.

She did try to refuse, in all fairness. But casino night is just a facade to lure in the murderer they're trying to catch who just so happens to have a penchant for poker. And unfortunately for her, he's already aware that Chloe's a detective, and Dan's off for the night looking after Trixie. So, bait = Ella.

It's quiet so far. Well, not quiet, she thinks, glancing around. There are people everywhere, playing, dancing, cheering when they win, roaming around and laughing. And there's the music, of course, because what is a casino night in a nightclub in LA without music?

Her gaze is drawn back around at the thought, finding Lucifer once more in his seat at the piano. There's a little crowd gathered around him. People fawning over him like they're being discreet, or just going the complete opposite way and staring right at him, half-draped across the piano.

Ella snorts, shaking her head in amusement. The things alcohol does to people.

Lucifer's managed to ignore them for the most part, now nearing the end of the song without a falter.

It's not like Ella doesn't see the appeal that they do. His voice is certainly something worth listening to. The accent, she's sure. And his playing is perfect, as expected, because it's Lucifer Morningstar, duh. He owns a nightclub, of course he knows how to play. Really, really well.

"See anything yet?" Chloe's voice asks in her ear, and Ella almost startles.

"Nope. All clear so far," she quietly replies, discreetly adjusting her earpiece under the guise of fixing the clip in her hair that's keeping it covered.

She casts another glance around, just to be sure. But she can't see any sign of the guy she's meant to be on the lookout for, and nothing especially nefarious seems to be going down from what she can gauge. Everything's just like a normal casino.

God, the poker table is tempting. A cheer goes up from the crowd around it, along with some curses and groans. She gnaws at her lip. How bad of an idea could it really be?

"Hey, so, should I maybe, you know, play a couple games? Just to blend in, not look so suspicious just standing here on my own, doing nothing?" she asks with a nervous chuckle.

"Absolutely not," Chloe says quickly. "We need you focused, not starting a fight with our guy because he wins or something."

Ella scoffs, about to say that she wouldn't do that while a little voice in the back of her head argues that she absolutely would.

"I have a better idea anyway," Lucifer says, and Ella's head snaps up and around to find him on her right.

The music's momentarily stopped, she realizes; it was hard to tell with all of the noise still filling the silence.

"Come, Miss Lopez," he says, with a flickering smirk. His hand's settling on her back as he motions his head back off to the side.

Obliging, they wind through the tables and people until they're at the piano. Lucifer sits down, ignoring that his reappearance has drawn a small amount of attention back to him before he's even started playing.

He holds out a hand to Ella when she stops beside him. Her eyebrows raise at the look he gives her, and her eyes dart from him to the piano in sudden alarm.

"Wait, what? No, no, no." She shakes her head, holding her hands up in front of her with a laugh. "I don't play. I mean, not anymore. I took classes. Sort of--but I'm rusty, way too rusty to--"

"We'll play something simple then," Lucifer says simply, and makes a motion with the still outstretched hand. He grins, eyes dancing with mischief. "Come, Miss Lopez. Just one song. Please?"

Ella opens her mouth to argue again, say no way, no siree, not today and probably not ever in the near future. But then again... it wouldn't be that bad. She has missed it, and to play alongside Lucifer would be something else. And they can both still see a good majority of what's going on in the club from here.

"Only because you asked so nicely," she jokes with a roll of her eyes, but slides onto the bench with him.

He drops his hand, grinning in clear delight. Ella can't fight off a smile. They take a quick moment to decide on a song.

"You're on your own with the singing, though," she warns him, and he laughs, but agrees.

When they begin to play, Ella's definitely glad she said yes. There's just something indescribably comforting and thrilling about it. It helps that it's so easy to play alongside Lucifer, hands moving in sync.

When he starts singing, she looks at him. Their eyes briefly meet and he winks, as if some secret passes between them. Ella has no idea what it is yet it feels like she does, and she laughs softly as they continue on, drawing in people here and there.

When the song comes to an end, Ella thinks that playing might just give the same kick that poker does. Lucifer's elbow nudges her gently in the ribs.

"See? And you said you were rusty," he scoffs. "I suppose that's yet another talent to add to the never ending list of things you can do."

Ella smirks, shrugging, playing along. "I'm great, I know. It's why you love me."

"Oh, the list of reasons for that is even longer, my dear Ella," Lucifer purrs back jokingly. At least she thinks he's joking. Probably, right? Totally. His leaning a little closer while he said it meant nothing, nope.

"Finally, he learns my name," she says with a feigned gasp of shock, her hand against her chest. "And all it took was playing the piano with you. You know, if you wanted a duet before, you could have just asked."

Lucifer's smile is amused as he gazes at her with a gleam in his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind for the future. Perhaps I could even talk you into singing next time."

"Ha. Good joke," she says dryly, and pats his arm. "But never. Not even the devil could make a good enough deal."

The last part is pointed, with a sly side glance and a secretive smirk. Lucifer's expression mirrors it right back, his own smirk growing at the joke. She'll admit, it's fun knowing the truth. And even more fun to know that she can say with all honesty that she has dueted with the devil.

"As much as I'm enjoying this conversation," Chloe's voice starts up in both their ears, clearly sarcastic, "would it be possible for you two to, oh, I don't know, maybe focus a little more on the case? You know. The murderer who could be in the same room with you right now?"

Ella's eyes widen. "Oh, I totally forgot about that part. We're on it, Chloe, I promise. No more distractions."

"Well, perhaps some distractions," Lucifer drawls with a rather pointed look at Ella, a certain something in his eyes as they dart to her dress, then back up to meet her gaze.

Ella flushes, and she's failing to stop a laugh even as she hears Chloe groan.

"Professional, Lucifer. Please?"

Lucifer rolls his eyes and gives an exaggerated sigh, but nods, saying, "Fine, fine. I'll behave until we've caught our murderer."

"Thank you."

Ella's having to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing again, raising an eyebrow at Lucifer.

He just winks again, and quietly says, "But for the record, you're incredibly ravishing, Miss Lopez."

Bellatrix "do you like it?" Black

Taken by Lucius "I never thought seeing you in such a pretty soft thing, dearest" Malfoy in 1970