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Gabby @que-sarrat.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

Chapter 4 of Operation Honeymoon is up 🎨🌅 #Luciferfanfiction #LuciferNetflix archiveofourown.org/works/881169...

a trail of cutout pink and red hearts leading from a paintbrush, also with a pink heart on it

snippet of the chapter:
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Chloe asked, glancing over at his canvas. The man sitting a few feet away raised his brow their way, probably at her choice of words and utterly unsupportive tone.

“It’s you,” he said, clearly miffed. “Taking down—your enemies—with style.”

She studied the black lines outlining half stick figures, with smears of color to define her clothing and very blue eyes and blond hair. The figure that was supposed to be her had her hands on her hips with a smile and slanted brows, which reminded Chloe immediately of the devil emoji even though there were no purple horns in site. The figure on the ground was dotted in red with a very anguished expression.

“That looks nothing like me.”

“I think I captured your demeanor quite well, to be honest.”

“We’re supposed to be doing something romantic. Painting me like I live to smite my enemies is not romantic.”

“Depends on who you ask, I think,” he said, smirking slightly. “I, for one, find it very appealing. Taking down enemies could be great for foreplay.”

She rolled her eyes. “Still not romance. Here.” She put pink paint on a brush, reached over, and drew hearts around the edges. “More cutesy, less murder-y.”

He let out a laugh. “I appreciate your artistic touch.”

He appreciated it a lot less when she drew a heart on his cheek, too. “Det—darling!”

“Yes?” she said sweetly. He’d flinched away, barely keeping from getting some on his suit, so it was less than perfect. And she loved every dot of that pink paint.

“The paint is supposed to go on the canvas,” he said, as if mocking her. “Body paint is only fun when it’s the edible kind.”

“Gross,” she said, but she was smiling. “I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not bloody cute,” he grumbled. And then he eyed her.

Oh no.

She jumped off her stool just as he lunged forward with his brush. “Come here, darling,” he crooned, pure wickedness in his eyes.

Wendy Susan @wendeckerstart.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

I love your snippets ❤️❤️

Gabby @que-sarrat.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Thank you! 🥰