my_own_advocate: (lucifer - partners)
Right. Lucifer considered himself again in the walk-in mirror. Was his bow-tie properly tied? The rest of the white tux was immaculate, but the tie...

Look, he'd managed to finally come out of hiding on the Rouge a few days ago. He'd spoken to miss Lopez, and discovered almost no time had passed. Which had come in handy for when Linda had come over to yell at him about how hard it was to find an elementary school for a child that was only a year old on paper. And then... time had gone on.

Amenadiel had yelled at him again, but he'd ignored that.

No, if they were going to be in Los Angeles, he was... going to try and take his mind off of the whole God mess. No one needed him self-actualizing anything else in a panic, right? So he'd arranged something special for tonight. A visit to the only magician's club in all the world...

"Now if only I could get this bloody bowtie right," he muttered, as he gave up, and finally stepped out of the walk-in, back into the apartment.

[[ for them, and based on Lucifer season 6 episode 1, 'Nothing Ever Changes Around Here'. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - too. much. netflix)
Lucifer had been having a nice day. A bottle of red. The galley. Something enjoyable to watch on his phone.

"Brother."

Lucifer had been having a nice day. And now he was up on the deck of the Rouge, barking into the phone. "Amenadiel," he said, "Don't you have a child to rear or something?"

"Charlie is fine," Amenadiel said, on the other side of the phone. "He's also in Los Angeles. As am I."

"Ah, so you've moved? How nice, LA weather is excellent this time of year," Lucifer said, already halfway to turning off the phone. "But this could have been an email. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have an excellent Orion Swift waiting for me--"

"No, I mean he is in Los Angeles," Amenadiel repeated slowly. "Our Los Angeles. Time has resumed flowing." His voice brightened considerably. "I'm so glad you've finally embraced your Godhood, Lucifer!"

Oh, no.

"Oh, no," Lucifer said.

[[ for them who live here, please ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - sleeping with booze)
Yesterday had been a shitshow in every possible way.

They had fallen asleep in a pitiful huddle, clinging and emotional and tired. Somehow, that made it even more of an insult that Lucifer woke up before noon, his arm slung around Duke and Octavia both, blinking blearily against the light.

The events of last night filtered slowly back into his mind. Along with it, the feelings of helplessness, guilt, sadness, and... anger? There was definitely some anger.

It was also definitely too early.

Lucifer tried to bury his face in Duke's neck. Maybe that would get the sun to go away.

[[ for those who are in the bed with him. nfb due to distance ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - madness behind the grin)
It was an oft-heard claim, that Lucifer was the only angel who enjoyed the pleasures of Earth. Propaganda, spread by his haughtier-than-thou siblings. No, some of them were almost as bad - they just didn't have as much of a habit of actually touching the humans.

"It's one Hell of a choice you and the other angels have to make, brother," Lucifer said, leaning back in his nice, plush Lux seat. "The Silver City must be all abuzz. Lucifer or Michael?"

All right, so that was fluffing up the truth a bit. But Jophiel had been one of the few of his siblings who'd come around after a few thousand years, fascinated as he'd become with drink and parties. "So, what's it going to be, Jophiel?"

His brother had chosen for a light robe with no shirt and copious necklaces - a bit like Duke, if Duke were a linebacker who communicated largely through keg stands. Jophiel looked at him, beamed, and said, "Ah, I'll have a Red Bull vodka, yo."

"No, I mean for God," Lucifer said irritably. He waved for the dancer to leave. "Excuse us please, love." Jophiel looked betrayed. (Coward.) "I actually ordered you something rather special."

Jophiel perked up. "You got Tito's?"

"I said special."

"Grey Goose?"

Yes, all comparisons to Duke really did end at the befuddling fondness for cheap necklaces. "It's Belisario Viscount. It's one of, if not the finest, vodkas in the world, 1.3 million..." The look on Jophiel's face remained vapid. "...never mind, just try it."

Oooh, that's hype, yo! )

I'm glad you decided to come, Chloe said. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. )

Once this all ended well and Dan was back to being his annoying douchey self where he belonged, Lucifer would not be admitting to the way he'd rushed to the police station. )

Everything felt like a blur: she couldn't stop feeling Dan in her arms, not even when she stumbled into the hospital waiting room, pale and shocked. )

Trixie's finally asleep, Chloe said softly. )

[[ taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x15, 'Is This Really How It's Going To End?'. CW: NPC character death that actually sticks this time. preplayed with the incredible [personal profile] okteiviakom and [personal profile] betterthanaplan ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - just asking questions)
Why wasn't Dad answering His phone?! There was a reason Lucifer had given Him one! He paced through an empty Lux towards the door, irritated. "Come on, just answer the bloody phone..." He pushed the doors open and stepped onto the street, and--

There Dad was, staring out into traffic like it was either something interesting, or He had something on his mind.

"Oh, there you are. So?" Lucifer inquired, pacing up to him. "Have You read any of the folders I sent You? Or... perhaps considered my proposal to sign You up for a dating site for seniors?"

Dad's attention peeled away slowly from the passing cars, until it finally fell on him. "I did look at your dating site, and your... apps," he said, "But everyone is a few millennia too young for me."

"Right," Lucifer sighed. "Well, there's more ways to find someone. I'll track down a match for You, if it's the last thing I--"

"Lucifer," Dad interrupted. "You're not listening to me. There is and will always be only one woman I will ever love."

He was impossible. Lucifer was fairly certain He was being impossible on purpose, just to vex him. "Fine. Well, if you're going to be stubborn about it, I'll plan a different element of your retirement, then. Have you looked at Fl--"

"Son. I don't need your help," God said firmly.

Just-- argh. "I need to make sure that everything's ready," Lucifer snapped. "Unless-- You'd just like to name Your successor now?" Free them all from this endless purgatory, let Lucifer go back to his life...

"Stop trying to get rid of me," Dad snapped. "All will become clear with time. Now stop talking about my retirement."

Yes, this was going swimmingly. If Duke and Octavia decided they were sick of all this wavering and stalling, well, Lucifer wouldn't blame them one bit if they decided to toss him over the railing and go back home. Ugh.

[[ for those two, and taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x14, 'Nothing Lasts Forever'. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - fondness is in the eyes)
It was a nice, bright morning in Los Angeles, just a few days before Lucifer's self-imposed ultimatum about leaving ended. He remained on a quest to apologize for his therapist-inflicted overthinking and subsequent attempts to break up with Duke and Octavia, and so, today...

...Today it was time to spoil Octavia with a visit to the Aquarium of the Pacific.

He hummed brightly to himself as he paid for their tickets, then slid past the nice cashier and into the aquarium properly.

[[ for two, and some ocd. everything taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x14, 'Nothing Lasts Forever'. ]]
my_own_advocate: (Default)
Waiting for Father to get on and step down so that Amenadiel could take over the job had seemed like a grand idea in theory, but after a full week, it was beginning to get... well. Dull. So Lucifer had decided to spend this time on important pursuits. On developing himself as a person.

Which was to say that, besides catching up on all the sex he and Octavia and Duke hadn't had since Dad's return, he was... trying to explore a few hobbies.

"Enough with these silly distractions, Lucy!"

Lucifer looked up at his brother from the floor, where he sat bent over a bottle with a teensie, tiny boat in it. "Excuse me," he said. The impossible bottle is a time-honored craft! )

[[ this post taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x13, 'A Little Harmless Stalking'. for myself, me, i, and octavia and duke. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - hellions)
In which Lucifer and Maze clear the air. A bit. )

[[ just setting up a scene that happened off-camera canonically. open for phone calls and those who are in Lucifer's LA ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - bang - yolo)
Daniel! You've been staring at that same file for ten minutes now, it's like the world's worst nature documentary. )

[[ nfb due to distance, open to those who know who they are. taken from Lucifer episode 5x12, 'Daniel Espinoza: Naked and Afraid', which is a pile of ridiculous I love dearly. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - healthy coping)
It had been days since Dad had announced His retirement and left. Lucifer supposed he should feel relieved by now, or elated. Dad was... vacating their lives for good. And there was no doubt who His successor would be: Amenadiel, who had trained for this for his entire long celestial life.

He could admit in the privacy of his own head that Amenadiel would make a far better God than their Father had ever been.

Not for the first time in the past... month? Had it been a month? Lucifer thought about how they should be headed home. To the Rouge, and its nostalgic sailor aesthetic that, again in the privacy of his own thoughts, Lucifer could admit he sort of missed.

Perhaps it was the matter of Daniel and his well-deserved revenge that kept his thoughts so messy and his feet firmly placed within the boundaries of Los Angeles county. That had to be it. No?

Lucifer poured himself another glass of scotch and leaned against the bar, contemplating the bottles. He did still like this apartment, he mused, so there was that.

[[ expecting one, but open for phone calls ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - headtilt)
It was time.

Lucifer and Amenadiel strode down the steps into the belly of Lux, their expressions determined, their words prepared--

"Are you positive you're ready?" Lucifer said, pausing abruptly to look at his brother.

Amenadiel blinked. "Yeah," he said.

Okay. Good. Lucifer sighed, adjusted his jacket, and pressed on down the next flight of stairs. Ready and willing to do what was necessary. Sometimes something simply needed to be done, and--

"...And you won't back down, no matter what nefarious mind games He tries to play, because we need to present--"

"A united front," Amenadiel droned. "I know. Don't worry, Lucy, we both agree Dad needs to go home."

Right, of course. Lucifer nodded, gestured with both hands, and then pointed onward. To Dad, and difficult conversation. With his older brother at his side, there was no way this could go wrong. No, not at all. He held up his fist, and Amenadiel bumped his gravely.

Together. A united front. Ready for--

"Oh, for-- he was just here!"

Hey! Hi. Have you seen a rather large, attractive gentleman? Broad shoulders, piercing eyes? Heroic face? Looks a little like me? )

[[ for those two who are in LA. everything in this post taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x11, 'Resting Devil Face'. CW: explosion of a major NPC. he gets better. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - ... uh huh)
We've got to talk about Father. )

Lucifer left the Detective's side after her lunch break, thoughts and feelings simmering into a stew of useless goop as he strolled back to his car and drove home. Or back to his loft, at any rate. He walked into the apartment with a frown creasing his brow.

His mind might not know what to do with itself, his body told him he was thirsty. For something actually refreshing, this time. So he walked to the seltzer machine and got a glass out. Some soda would do him good.

Red fluid spilled forth as soon as he opened up the tap. "What the--"

Was that blood?! No, too thin. What--

He stuck his head under the machine and tried a sip. Wine. Red wine. He turned the machine off abruptly and raised his voice. "Dad?!" he yelled. "Did you turn my seltzer machine into a bloody Pinot Noir dispenser?!"

Of course He had.

[[ open for phone calls and those who are here. some snippets of dialogue under the cut taken from Lucifer 5x10 'Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam' ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - more naked smoking)
Yesterday had been a still being played out day full of musical numbers and Dad and a woman murdering her judgemental referee husband for entirely understandable reasons. Lucifer had gone to bed entirely wiped, tired, too exhausted to remember he shouldn't be naked with Duke and Octavia.

He was still in that bed, sleeping more comfortably than he had in a week.

Unaware of the man hovering by the edge of the bed with a large tray full of breakfast foods in his hands.

[[ for those two and once again taken from Lucifer 5x10! ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - sitting piano)
Between Duke insisting on sleeping on the couch with him every night, and Octavia's plea several days ago, Lucifer's resolve had finally snapped yesterday night. He'd returned to the bed with them - albeit in his nice silk pajamas.

It still didn't seem right, having sex with them, with him-- as broken as he was.

And so he woke up in the middle of the night, mind still restless, and slipped out of the bed to make himself a drink. Yet as soon as he touched the bar, the impulse vanished, replaced wholesale with another. The piano. It called to him in this strange, overpowering way, and...

He lurched towards it. He sank down on the bench and opened it up. He knew Octavia and Duke were still asleep in the bedroom, that he shouldn't wake them. And yet he couldn't resist.

His fingers found a melody.

"The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you," he sang softly. "It's strange what desires can make foolish people do..."

[[ for those who know who they are. everything in this post taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x10, 'Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam' ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - in tatters)
He'd started walking again. Just like Monday, when Father had shown up for the first time.

Lucifer just walked, leaving Linda's house far behind him. He kept walking blindly, thoughts racing, barely even aware of Duke and Octavia following behind.

He kept walking until his thoughts were calmer.

Until they found themselves at a fountain in a park, somewhere, he only barely knew where.

He sat down by the fountain's edge and crossed his arms, staring into nothing.

[[ for those who are here. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - intense drinking)
Yesterday had been... something. And while Lucifer may have managed to find some rest buried under the bodies of both of his partners, when he woke up early the next morning, his mind was back to a whirl of useless thoughts and worse emotions. So when Miss Lopez texted, asking him to come in on a case for old time's sake, he may have jumped at the chance.

Though at least he did tell Duke and Octavia before he went running off this time.

An hour later, he was standing in, of all things, a mini-golf course, watching Miss Lopez take pictures and fend off well-meaning colleagues who were trying to get her to take a vacation. She clearly wasn't doing well under the whole 'my boyfriend's a serial killer' strain, but he admired her dedication to just... puttering on.

Heh.

Of course Miss Lopez wasn't the only one at the scene. )

In which there is a Family Dinner, and someone walks in bearing grenades. )

[[ taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x09, 'Family Dinner', and preplayed with the amazing [personal profile] okteiviakom and [personal profile] betterthanaplan ]]

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