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Lucifer on Netflix won’t be worth of my time or affection anymore (and shouldn't be of yours either).

Inactive since august 2023, this blog was left untouched as a fond testament to when I used to celebrate a show I thought conveyed values such as love, acceptance, kindness and redemption.

In light of what have been happening in Palestine for more than 75 years, finding out that pretty much everyone involved in this show turns out to be a Zionist or an accomplice through their silence, it has become impossible to find back comfort or affection towards the series.

I was already growing quite uncomfortable with the Isr*li actress from the cast that kept proudly feeding propaganda about her ethnostate. Looking back, I wish I already drew the line there. But now with the current lack of moral grounds the rest of the crew and cast have displayed, it is clear as day that I will not support or engage with anything related to the series any longer.

Therefore, I decided this blog won't display any of the show content anymore.

Zionists do not deserve any of your attention.

Palestine does.

To learn about Palestine history, The Palestine Academy provides free courses with very accessible content (slideshows, YouTube videos) if you do not have enough time to dive into books.

To donate, you can give through paypal to Care For Gaza and Gaza Direct Aid (link in their twitter bio). eSims for Gaza will walk you through how to send e-sims to Palestinians. You can also check Operation Olive Branch. It has a google spreadsheet helping you navigate different lists of people in need of money. You can also click-to-donate here everyday for free, and you can bypass the once-a-day limit by using different internet browsers.

To boycott, you can quickly check on bdnaash.com or the No Thanks App (Google Play/App Store) if a brand supports Isr*l. Many of us used to think it was better to focus on the BDS list first but looking at the situation now, every action counts.

We are in 2024, the show ended 3 years ago. With all due respect, and this is coming from a long-time former fan, if you're still enjoying the series while people are being killed, take some time to check in with your humanity and ask yourself how you can manage to love something that pretended to challenge immoral stances but incarnates them once the camera stopped rolling.

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writethrough · 2 years

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You Mean the World

(Lucifer Morningstar x Female Reader)

Synopsis: Lucifer gets a call that there was a murder at your workplace. He's never been more terrified.

Warnings: Mention of murder, suggestive situation (barely), drinking (Reader is 21+)

Word Count: 2071

A/N: It's official, my first fic is up! I hope you enjoy it! I'd love to hear what you think!

You weren’t answering his texts.

Sure, he knew you were busy with your classes, but it never took you more than an hour to respond. Even if it was a quick thumbs up to pacify him, you always got back to him.

“Lucifer,” Chloe said. “We’ve gotta go.”

“A new case, detective?” he asked, trying to give his usual enthusiasm.

“Possible homicide at the university.”

His body felt hot and cold at the same time. His fingers icy and heart pounding as he raced out of the station with Chloe barely keeping up.

Every scenario seemed to pass through his head in the blink of an eye. You stabbed, shot, bludgeoned, bruised. Maybe pushed down a staircase or even out a window. In each vision you had suffered so much pain, and he couldn’t protect you.

He tried to take a calming breath. They knew nothing about the victim yet. It may not be you. Maybe you were holed up in your office or grabbing a coffee with your coworker. Maybe you weren’t aware there had been a murder in the first place. Maybe you were still safe.

Maybe you weren’t.

—

Six months ago, you and your friends had wandered into Lux. You had just made tenure and your coworkers insisted on taking you out to celebrate.

It was your first time in the club, but your closest friend, Gemma, assured you this was the spot for any occasion. Though, she always was one for a good party.

“Alright, Miss Tenure, your assignment tonight is to let loose!” Gemma cheered, holding out a shot for you.

As an answer, you downed the drink, grinning as the rest of your group followed suit.

The night was filled with dancing, more drinking, and a bit of flirting. Thankfully, the two guys that approached you backed off once you said you weren’t interested.

You were pleasantly buzzed by the time Lucifer spotted you. You were smiling and laughing as two of your friends twirled each other. The heels you wore were bothering you, so you were sitting, happy that your coworkers were letting off the stress of the semester.

You hadn’t even noticed him come up beside you until he spoke.

“Is this seat taken?” He gestured with a finger toward the chair beside you.

You recognized him right away. After all, it wasn’t everyday you read an article about a man named Lucifer Moringstar.

“Does the owner really have to ask to have a seat?” you quipped.

He chuckled. “He does when he’s actually interested in who’s in the seat beside him.”

And you weren’t sure if it was his looks or the accent or the confidence he gave off, but you let him.

It was one of the best decisions you ever made.

For the entirety of the night, you talked. He found you captivating and vice versa. He flirted, of course, but he was also clever. And Lord help you when a man was smart and charming, and funny, and sexy, and—

Needless to say, you were smitten by the end of the night. You hadn’t realized your friends had steered clear of your table until Gemma interrupted you asking if you wanted to share a ride with her.

You hoped you hid your disappointment well, but it didn’t matter how attracted you were to Lucifer, talking was as far as you were going tonight.

He was a little deflated when you said you had to leave, but when you pulled a pen from your bag and jotted your number on a napkin, he nearly jumped for joy.

He had kissed you on the cheek, and you left the club a blushing mess. And when you received a text a half hour later that said, “Hope you got home safe,” your heart warmed. Smart, charming, funny, sexy, and sweet.

You started texting everyday, and the following weekend, he asked you out. Soon you were official and sleeping over at each others’ places.

Once, after being thoroughly taken care of by Lucifer, you laid in your bed, his head on your chest, running the tips of your fingers over his scalp.

It was peaceful, the kind that so rarely occurred.

“Can I tell you something,” he whispered, thumb grazing your ribs.

“Anything,” you said, simply.

“I love it here,” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I love being in your home. It’s…It’s warm. It’s completely and utterly you…and I love it.”

You kissed the top of his head. You knew exactly what he meant. His penthouse comforted you. Everything in it was entirely him and when you were within those walls, it was like nothing could ever touch you.

But there was something about him being in your space. He fit so well amongst your plush couch and cream-colored bedspread. It was like the picture you were trying to paint was finally complete.

“I love when you’re here, too,” you said. And because it felt right, because it felt easy, you continued, “I love you.”

You felt his smile against your collarbone. “I love you, too.”

Afterward, you both seemed to say those three little words all the time. And even though Lucifer was ready to shout it from the rooftop, you had asked if he was okay with keeping your relationship private. Between his reputation within LA culture—personal and professional—and your career, you wanted to have one aspect of your life that was completely yours. No outside opinions allowed.

Lucifer agreed, but to say he kept his mouth shut wouldn’t have been true. He couldn’t help it though, he was proud of you. Of everything you’d accomplished, of calling you his, he was practically buzzing to tell Chloe little bits about you and rub it in Dan’s face that you were the most amazing woman in the universe—present company excluded, of course. Though, neither Chloe nor Ella seemed to mind if their amused smirks were anything to go by.

To his credit, Lucifer never revealed anything that would go against your wishes. He mostly raved about your sense of humor, your intelligence, and your appearance.

He was totally, completely, and irrevocably in love with you.

—

When they arrived at the scene, all he could see was a crowd outside the police tape. Students, professors, and staff gathered to get a glimpse of the corpse.

Ella was photographing the victim's face—a woman.

Lucifer’s breath hitched.

What shoes had you put on this morning? He couldn’t remember. Did you own a pair of maroon flats? Why couldn’t he remember what you had been wearing?

For a moment, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the victim. It was only when he caught Dan’s voice that his gaze strayed.

Then he could breathe again.

There. Talking to the walking bore, you stood, a blanket draped around your shoulders.

He didn’t register he’d been moving until he was right in front of you, pulling you to him and burying his face in your neck.

—

You sunk into Lucifer’s embrace. It had been a shock to find your coworker lifeless beside the fountain. However, you counted yourself lucky it wasn’t one of the students who discovered her.

Lucifer gripped you tighter as you inhaled shakily. The adrenaline still coursed through you, but you knew when you eventually dropped, he’d be there to steady you.

He reluctantly pulled back, cupping your face.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked, searching your eyes.

“I’m not hurt,” you said. It wasn’t a lie. Physically, you were fine.

He nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Someone cleared their throat.

“Excuse me, but how do you two know each other?” Detective Espinosa asked, not bothering to mask his surprise.

“We’re dating,” Lucifer said, not taking his eyes off you.

“That’s why you booked it out of the station,” a woman said, having already spoken with the forensic analyst.

You could only imagine what had been running through Lucifer’s head.

“When you didn’t answer my texts, I…well I…” He swallowed, and you intertwined your fingers and nodded. He didn’t have to finish.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “You found the body, didn’t you?”

You nodded, realizing you had been in the middle of giving your statement before Lucifer showed up.

“Do you have any more questions, detective?” you asked.

“No. Go home and rest. If we need anything else, well, at least we know how to contact you,” Detective Espinosa said, glancing at Lucifer.

“I’ll be going with her, detective,” Lucifer said to the woman—Chloe, if you were to guess.

“Of course.” She turned to you. “I’m sorry this is how we had to be introduced.”

“Me too. But at least I know you’ll find who did this,” you said. You had celebrated more closed cases with Lucifer than not. If the murderer was going to be brought to justice, it’d be by this team.

She gave you a small smile. “Take some time for yourself. We’ll update you as soon as we can.”

You thanked her before Lucifer led you toward your office to collect your things and drove you back to his penthouse.

Maze seemed to sense your state because she brought up a bottle of top-shelf bourbon, squeezed your shoulder, and left without a word.

You stayed as close to Lucifer as possible, only separating to slip into comfortable shorts and one of his rarely used t-shirts. You were pretty sure he only bought them and put them on so you’d wear them.

“Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” he asked, rubbing your arm.

You shook your head as best you could as it rested on his chest.

You weren’t hungry, you weren’t really anything. You thought you’d feel something. There was the initial shock, the flash of fear and worry of the murderer lingering on campus and the students safety, but then nothing.

The victim was your coworker. Not someone in your department, but you saw her almost everyday walking to class. A fixture in your routine.

“I keep waiting to feel something,” you whispered.

His thumb stopped its movement for a second then resumed.

“I just…I know how I’m supposed to feel, but I’m just…not,” you said.

“Everyone processes grief differently. You will go at the pace you need,” he said.

“I know that, I do, but…it feels wrong that I’m not crying or angry or confused.” You sighed. “Of course I’m angry in the general sense—someone was killed—but I don’t feel any anger.” You fisted the shirt Lucifer changed into, acknowledging at that point that you were still shaking. “And yet my body seems to be feeling what it should.”

Lucifer placed his hand over yours.

“I can’t tell you how scared I was when we got the call,” he said. “All I could think about was you, gone, and every way I could get you back even if it was the last thing I did.”

You shifted so you could meet his gaze. Remnants of fear. The what-ifs bounced around in his head.

“I’m right here,” you said, cupping his cheek.

“I know.” He kissed your palm, then continued to rub your shoulder. “I’m always here if you need me. I could even set up an appointment with Linda if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help the small smile. “Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest? You being a client and having slept with her?”

He shrugged. “Something tells me she’ll be fine with it.”

You chuckled. “Cheeky devil,” you said affectionately.

“Well, of course, darling.” He grinned, pulling you closer.

You sighed and snuggled into him.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he whispered, already feeling your body sink into him.

You hummed, and a few minutes later, you were out.

—

Lucifer watched you, afraid to look away after every dark thought that raced through him.

You were safe.

He repeated it. Safe. Safe. Safe.

He focused on your breathing. The softness of your cheek pressing into his chest. The curve of your shoulder. You were in his arms, and you were safe.

He inhaled, took all of that knowledge with him, held it there, and then exhaled. It calmed him. Brought him back to the present.

It had only been six months, but you had become everything to him. His entire world laid beside him, and he’d be damned again if he let anything harm you.

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