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strawberly95 · 8 months
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HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN BARBIE?? IF YES TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!! IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?🤭
Obviously Lucifer would force them to go with matching outfits, and everytime Ken did something for Barbie he would look at chloe like "I also do that 🥴" 😭😭
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burningblake · 1 year
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DECKERSTAR + their little urchins ↪ for @trixiedeckerstar | Happy New Year!
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elusiveangel-fic · 2 months
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Chloe: I’ve done it, this time, Lucifer’s out of my life forever.
Lucifer: hi
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As much as I enjoyed the storylines in season 6 and liked Rory, after a year I now really wish that they hadn’t focused on a baby plot line for the final season I liked the family thing but I kind of wish they’d focused more on the family that already existed.
I wanted way more Trixie and Lucifer scenes because I love their dynamic so much and just Deckerstar + Trixie being a family too. Though I still adored the scenes with Dan and Trixie I actually sobbed.
I also will admit I hated the whole Lucifer going to Hell because he promised Rory. I couldn’t do that and I know it was because of the timeline and not creating a paradox or something but I hated it. Why did this show insist on making Lucifer and Chloe suffer every season?
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oliversshipacc · 7 months
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The Office quotes as Lucifer characters
Lucifer: I am dead inside.
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Lucifer: Why do you care whether we like them or not?
Trixie: I care if you like them
Lucifer: Why? I'm not your father
(post Daniel's death and pre-hell/he doesn't go)
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Lucifer: I'm in love with you.
Dan/Chloe (either): what?
Lucifer: I'm really sorry if that's weird for you to hear, but I needed you to.
Dan/Chloe: I- can't. (I'm in love with Charlotte/Pierce)
Lucifer: yeah...
Dan/Chloe: you have no idea.
Lucifer: don't do that...
Dan: what you mean to me.
Chloe: what your friendship means to me. (yes they would say different things)
Lucifer: I don't wanna do that, I wanna be more than that.
Dan/Chloe: I can't. I'm really sorry if you misinterpreted things. It's probably my fault...
Lucifer: Not your fault. I'm sorry I misinterpreted our relationship.
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Daniel: at least once a year I like to bring in some of my Dan's famous chili!
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danydoc · 2 years
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Chloe and the little kisses to the loves of her life ❤️❤️❤️
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marvelsgirl616 · 7 days
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Maze Chloe and Trixie are low key an underrated trio and I wish we got more of just them being… them😭💀
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pennydreadfulbook · 1 year
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“No one lives forever,” God murmurs thoughtfully. “Except you. Except the host.” God turns and smiles sadly at Amenadiel, “No one, Amenadiel. Just like the stars, our flame does not burn eternal.”
~***~ Trixie spends time with God. Amandiel denies his Father for the third time. Lucifer picks up Trixie from school before going on an adventure. Chloe finds out some life-changing news.
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ironman-stan · 1 year
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I LOVE THEM GAHDSHGAFJADHHAWADJH <3
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tomellisfan45 · 1 year
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I recreated trixis drawing of her and lucifer
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dysfunkshunale · 1 year
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strawberly95 · 10 months
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01x01: The Pilot
OKEY I GOT MOTIVATION AGAIN 👏🏻
I'm rewatching Lucifer for the 736473 time and I thought, to practice him again, to draw my fav scenes from every ep bc Im delulu🤭🤭
So idk when Im gonna be posting this bc just the first one took me 3/4 days but thats gonna be the period of time that'll take...probably
Also they're ALL gonna be like this, no full color bc if you saw my previous tweet my hand totally forgot how to paint AT ALL🤡🤡🤡
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4evrspn · 1 year
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Lucifer Fanfic
Trixie was furious. She hadn't expected Lucifer to leave without a word for a second time.
Lucifer leaves Trixie a letter before he returns to hell. Set post season 6.
This is currently a one shot, but if people like it, I'll write a second chapter with Chloe and Trixie.
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iamsexytrash · 1 year
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Pandora's Box ch3
[Authors note: updates are (hopefully) going to be every 5 days, until the end of season 1, before i work on finishing one of my other wips. after which i'll work on season 2. shoot me an ask if you'd like to be added to a taglist!]
chapter summary: after finding yourself the newest impromptu roommate to the devil himself, the two of you opt to do some investigating of your own. this case is not as open and shut as one might think.
TW: Cursing, alcohol consumption, gun use
<<<First <<Previous Next >>> Masterlist
Pilot Pt 2
The hearts mysterious
When the doors to the elevator opened, you admit, you weren’t expecting Lucifer’s penthouse to be so…lavish. 
To your right you could spot a mini-bar, and another Piano directly opposite that. ‘how many pianos does one guy need?’ There were at least several Italian leather armchairs and at least one L-shaped couch and on your left was a…very sizable bookshelf. Outside you could see a jacuzzi and the balcony overlooking the city.
And right smack in the middle, was a small set of stairs leading to his bed surrounded by Sumerian architecture.
In truth, when you came out here, the only real belongings- outside of clothing- you had were tiny trinkets you had been given as a child. You didn’t bank on finding a job so damn soon, so you had opted to travel as light as possible, on the off chance you ended up homeless before the end of the week.
“Well, wait. Where am I gonna sleep?” you ask.
“Well, I would imagine on a bed. That is typically where humans sleep, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but, there’s only one.” Lucifer raises a brow in amusement. “Yes, astute observation, Detective.”
“So…we’re gonna share a bed then?” you think you’d rather be sleeping on the couch, in all honesty. It’s not that you don’t trust him…it’s just that you’re well aware that Lucifer sleeps in the nude, and you really don’t want to wake up to ‘big ben’ poking your backside just yet.
“Well, I'm not just going to have you sleep on the floor!” Lucifer laughs, walking over to the minibar. “Drink?”  
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” you agreed mindlessly to whatever Lucifer was saying, before limping over to the couch and gently sinking down on it, before you begin opening up your bag and pulling out your gun and a small intricate bracelet, black beads and a tiny silver skull being the only charm decorating it.
You slip it on your wrist, before silently grabbing your pistol and begin examining it in case you need to repair any damages. 
You’ve had this baby since you were 21. One of the few gifts your father ever gave you as a graduation present from the Police academy, it was a Beretta 9mm pistol. Nothing fancy technical wise, but it was the design that made it special. Made out of silver and with an ivory base, floral engravings decorated the barrel, making it absolutely beautiful to look at. 
You called her Silver, for obvious reasons, and it was one of - if not the only - instances when dad ever said “I'm proud of you.”
That one sentence alone ended up becoming the wedge responsible for keeping you and your brothers apart. 
You started cleaning it, not noticing Lucifer walking back with two glasses of Whiskey in his hands and nearly dropped them once he saw you cleaning a gun of all things.
“Dare I ask why you have a gun of all things? Not planning to shoot me, are you?”
Looking up, you laugh at the mildly shocked look on his face. “As if that would actually do anything. No, this was a graduation gift from my dad. It may or may not be strictly legal.” you look up and give him a sheepish smile. “I might have forgotten to have it registered here.” 
“Your father? ‘Mr. Cold as ice, doesn’t like it when people openly defy him’ father? The one who could literally give my dad a run for his money on shitty parents?” Okay. Admittedly, that one threw Lucifer for a bit of a loop.
“Believe it or not, this was probably the one time he ever told me how proud he was of me. The day I graduated from the police academy, top of my class.” a soft smile adorns your face as you lovingly brushed your fingers against the barrel of the pistol, before it falls into a deep frown. “It's a reminder of a life now dead.” 
You pause, yawning momentarily before resuming your cleaning. “Anyway.” you mutter. “What’s the plan? For tomorrow?”
Lucifer takes note of your tense posture, and the urgency with how you changed the subject. Evidently it was a topic of conversation you weren’t comfortable discussing just yet. Which was perfectly fine, Lucifer still had some topics not even he would talk with you about. 
Some skeletons should remain firmly in their closets, give an air of mystery and all that.
“Tomorrow?” Lucifer takes a sip of his drink, before continuing. “Tomorrow, we have a wedding to crash. I need to have a word with Jimmy Barnes, and what better way than to ruin that little toad's big day?”
Lucifer turns his head, only to shake it silently when he finds you asleep, gun held loosely in your hands, and your body slumping forwards. 
He really shouldn’t be surprised, it had been a trying day for you, after all. 
Grabbing a spare blanket from the closet, Lucifer gently takes the gun out of your hands, before placing it on the coffee table and maneuvering you to lay down on the sofa, before covering your body. Patting your shoulder, Lucifer makes to get ready for bed. 
“Sleep well, Detective.”
Tomorrow was a big day after all.
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The next morning found the two of you cruising along the LA coast, off to crash a wedding. 
You had changed into a black leather jacket and green short sleeved shirt, a light blue pair of jeans and the same blood red high-tops from last night, your gun safely hidden inside the inner pocket of your jacket, and a scowl lining your face. 
“You owe me coffee for this. Getting up this early is a sin not even you should be replicating.” 
You didn’t like getting up early. Never did. Anything before at least 10am was an instant no-go in your books. And the fact that Jimmy wanted this stupid event at 6 in the damn morning meant he was either stupid, or expecting something big to happen that day. Your money places it on both.
“How is it, you are so sweet and funny when you're at LUX, and yet in the mornings you're an absolute tiger? And not in the fun way.” its seriously throwing Lucifer for a loop, this inherent personality shift. 
“Because I'm not a natural morning person?” You figured that was kind of obvious given your place of employment. “I’ve always been a night owl. I’m tolerable in the afternoons, but anything before 10am is a no-no in my books.”
“Good to know.” He murmurs, and the rest of the ride is quiet until you reach the cathedral the wedding was taking place in.
Lucifer barely puts his car into park, before you hop out, already in detective mode.
You pull your hair back into a ponytail, the dyed red tips making it look like you dipped your hair in paint as a pseudo paintbrush.
“Come on. I wanna get there before that poor model makes the worst decision of her life.”
You can already hear the priest begin the final dregs of the ceremony. “If there is anyone here, that would oppose this holy union, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”
“Excuse me! We have a problem!” You call out and Lucifer raises your hands, a gleeful smile on both of your faces.
“Has-has anyone else noticed how incredibly, jaw-droppingly, loin-stirringly beautiful this young woman is and how short, sweaty and altogether fugly this homunculus is? I mean, what is this... a wedding or a kidnapping? Do you know what I mean?” 
You noticed the Father making a sign of the cross and you can only laugh at how ridiculous he looks. And going by Lucifer’s chuckles, so did he.
“Yeah, good luck with that, Padre.” He mocks. “Ooh, why you're at it, say hey for me. It's been a while.”
“Jimmy Barnes!” You call out. “It’s been quite some time since I've seen you last. What was it, Five, maybe Six years ago? Sandusky, Ohio ringing any bells for ya?”
“Oh, shit.” Jimmy breathes and his face pales as your smile turns sinister. “Oh shit, indeed! How are those arrest warrants looking jimmy-boy?”
“What, you know him?” Lucifer asks. 
“Jimmy here is infamous where I'm from. Banned from every single amusement and water park in the city for…what was it?” You snap your fingers, as if you just remembered. “Oh, yes! Indecent exposure to minors and drunk and disorderly conducts at Cedar Point.” You direct the list of charges to the audience as they let out gasps of shock and disgust at his actions, while Lucifer was surprised at the part of Jimmy’s past he never knew about.
“This was before he met you, obviously.” You add. “Jimmy here still had a full head of hair back then!” 
“Yeah, I know you, Detective Abbott. But those warrants never panned out, and the charges were dropped!” You raise an eyebrow at the way he tried to smooth over his past with his bride.
“Yeah, after you bought out the judge presiding over your case. In other words, you never really faced punishment for your crimes, now did you? Trust me, I fully intend to rectify that one day.”
“Oh! Well now, that is interesting. But enough about that, you can tell me more later! How about me, Jimmy. Remember me?” Lucifer has an almost lazy grin on his face that belies his true disappointment at how easy Jimmy found it to just marry again barely a day after his ex’s death.
“Hey, man!” Jimmy hisses, a smile still plastered on his face. “This is a private event, how’d you two get in here?”
“Yeah, a pretty lavish one for a record producer on the outs, too.” You muse. “But be honest now, I know you remember me going by how pale your face is right now, but what about my friend Lucifer, here? Do you remember him?”
“Yeah, yeah, I remember him.” he spits out, before regaining his composure. “Now what do you guys want? I’m a little busy.”
“Well, I can't believe that you're getting married the day after your ex-fiancée and once brightest star was murdered in cold blood.” Lucifer hums sadly, but mockingly, making sure his voice carries all the way to the audience, who gasp in astonishment.
“Yeah, that's very sad. But you know what, she ruined my wedding once. I'm not about to let that happen again.” Well, now. That’s not how a grieving ex-fiance should behave, now is it?
“That’s funny,” You smile. “You make it sound as if it were her fault that she got gunned down.” more gasps fill the audience and Jimmy’s pale face suddenly turns beet red in embarrassment.
And was that guilt you could see in his eyes? 
“It’s hard to be rejected, isn’t it Jimmy? Twice, in your case.” Lucifer chuckles slightly.
“What?”
“Well, you tried to get her back recently. I mean, I'd kill someone if they denied me once. Not that that's possible.” You discreetly clear your throat and elbow Lucifer, who rolls his eyes at you. “Present company excluded, of course. So, come on, what do you say, Jimbo, huh? Did you want her dead?”
Lucifer wasn’t even trying to use his mojo on him, but the way Jimmy was fidgeting slightly under Lucifer’s gaze made you narrow your eyes at him. Oh, Jimmy definitely had something to hide.
“Oh, come on, Jimmy. I bet you were just tempted to end the life of the woman who rejected you twice. Humiliation at the Grammys wasn’t enough. Oh, no. You needed something a little more…permanent.” Lucifer glances at you oddly at your words, but brushes it off, thinking nothing of it for now.
Jimmy fidgets even more under the combined weight of both of your stares, before blurting out “Look, stop looking at me like that, you freaks! I am not playing that mind game with you!” In just a second you were seeing red and Lucifer had to physically hold you back from clocking Jimmy in the face. 
“Yes, the Detective here isn’t too fond of the word “freak”, so if you want to keep your teeth, I'd suggest refraining from using it in the future, sound fair?” Jimmy glances at your heated stare, and takes a couple steps back in fear. Lucifer slowly releases his grip, making sure to keep a hand on you just in case you flew into another rage.
“I…yeah. Fair.” Jimmy gulps at your glare. “And no, of course I didn't want her dead! I was furious and I was humiliated when she dumped me, but I think, I-I think I've rebounded pretty well.”
“Yes, clearly. Respect.” Lucifer gives the bride a once over appreciatively. You gotta admit, she was stunning, and if she wasn’t getting married, you’d probably try and get her number.
“Should go play your mind games with 2vile” Jimmy mutters and you tilt your head at him. 
“The rapper?” you aren’t that familiar with his style of music, but 2vile had a bit of a reputation that left him pretty damn infamous. 
“Come on. Delilah dumped me for that lunatic. They were always fighting. He slapped her around a bunch. He surrounds himself with gun morons 24-7. He is the real deal.”
“Right…” Lucifer mutters before giving the bride his full attention. ‘And here we go’ You roll your eyes. Time and a place, Lucifer, come on.
“Sorry, how rude. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lucifer Morningstar, and this is Detective Pandora Abbott.”
You aren’t quite sure what was going through that poor girl's head, but you could see her eyes glaze over slightly and it spoke volumes that he didn’t even have to try for his whole…everything to work on her.
“I really don’t want to have sex with him tonight.” She blurts out a second later and an undignified snort escapes you as the entire congregation gasps in shock.
Yeah, sweetheart, nobody here would blame you. You wouldn’t touch Jimmy’s nether regions  with a ten foot pole.
“Oh my…” she all but blushes in shock and looks at Jimmy, his downcast gaze sending another fit of giggles rumbling through you. “I’m sorry I…I can’t believe I just said that!”
“I can!” you snort and Lucifer can’t find it in him to stop you. Even he found this hilarious!
“Oh, no, no, no. Let’s be honest here.” he assures her. “I mean, you’re not marrying this human stain ‘cause you’re in love with him, right?”
“God, no!”
“Oh, man. Oh, this is beautiful!” you gleefully pat Jimmy on the back, pushing him forward slightly before taking off down the aisle. “Thank you, so much. This more than makes up for getting up at the ass crack of dawn.”
“Right.” Lucifer murmurs as you go, finding it odd how he quite enjoyed that laugh of yours, and the way your cheeks would dimple slightly as you smile, before blinking and turning to the not-so-happy couple, clapping his hands. “Well, we should get going! Best of luck to you crazy kids, alright?”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lucifer decided then and there that he would do anything to hear you laugh so carefree like that again, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself.
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[Now playing: Devils haircut by Beck]
The two of you drove up the winding hill to 2viles mansion, the kind of place you would see only on realtor websites and would cost you about 10 years worth of paychecks. 
And that was only for the down payment.
“I’m not exactly familiar with this…2vile character. What’s his music like?”
 Scrolling through your phone, you come upon his Spotify page, noting his less than stellar streaming numbers. “Uh, really shitty rap songs, apparently. According to his Spotify page, it’s mostly songs about violence, drugs, women, growing up in the ‘hood’-”
Lucifer cuts you off with his hand covering your screen, which you push off in annoyance. “Yes, yes! I get the point, thank you.”
“Hey, you asked!” you pause for a moment before bursting out into laughter. “Oh, holy shit. Listen to this: 2viles real name? It’s Percy Wallace!” 
You can see Lucifer make a face of mild disgust, and it only serves to make you laugh harder. “I see. No wonder he’s sticking to that less than stellar title.”
Pulling into 2vile's driveway, you couldn’t help but groan in irritation at all the cars parked in the driveway. You could already tell there were going to be too many people there. Interrogating 2vile would prove to be even more difficult than you initially thought, especially if they were all armed like Jimmy Barnes described.
You subtly check your pistol, making sure you had ammo on hand in case things went south, before meeting Lucifer at the door, greeting the butler.
“Good afternoon, sir.” 
“Yes, we’re here to see the man sadly known as 2vile…” Lucifer cannot even begin to disguise his disappointment in a name like that. “Is he in?”
“I’m sorry, sir, ma’am. He’s unavailable. He is in mourning, I'm afraid.” The butler might have been telling the truth, but you didn’t exactly have the time to waste right now.
“We have narcotics for him.” You deadpan and the butler smiles as if he almost expected that to be the case. 
Right this way, sir, ma’am.” and he leads you both inside.
Immediately your eyes are assaulted with the tackiest decor you could ever hope to see in a home. It almost makes your eyes bleed just looking at it.
Walking further along, you meet Lucifer's eyes and make a gagging motion with your mouth, causing him to laugh slightly, before a grimace overtakes his countenance at the mockery of music they were subjecting themselves to.
“Can someone turn down this GOD-AWFUL music!?” He shouts and you quickly spot the DJ table, pushing the two DJs out of the way and turning down the music yourself.
“Thank you, darling!” he commends and you nod and hurry back to his side. 
“Who’re these clowns?” 2Vile spits out.
“They have narcotics for you, sir.” The butler explains and your gaze sweeps around the room, silently noting how many people there were, and how many were armed. Man, you really hope they didn’t try to rush you both.
“My name is Lucifer Morningstar, and this is Detective Pandora Abbott.” Lucifer begins, slowly making his way to the man in question.
And in that moment, you have never wanted to smack the Devil more than right now. From a legal standpoint, you weren’t a Detective, it was just a cute nickname. And you somehow get the feeling that these guys weren’t too fond of cops.
Going by the glares a few of them were sending you specifically, you had a really sinking suspicion there was now a bullseye on your back should you try anything.
“Lucifer Morningstar?” 2Vile laughs. “Now that’s a good hip-hop name.”
You wrinkle your nose in distaste. “Ugh, don’t sully his name like that.” you genuinely could never see someone like Lucifer even get anywhere near hip hop as a genre. 
RnB? For sure. Blues? Definitely. Soul? Well depends on the song, but certainly. But hip hop?
He’d rather go back to hell, than perform anything of that nature.
And going by the slight pout(that you could swear was openly mocking 2vile), Lucifer seems to agree. “Yes, see now, that just offends me.”
“What, neither of you like hip-hop?” 2vile asks.
“No, I most certainly do not.” Lucifer vehemently denies while you make a so-so motion with your hand. “Depends on the artist. But most of it is just white noise to me.”
Maybe those weren’t the right words to be saying. “Well, that offends me.” Yep. Definitely the wrong words to say.
2vile stands up, coming face to face with Lucifer and face to…chest, with you. 
Sometimes you really hated being short.
“You have a problem with black people?” he spits out.
“Please don’t think our dislike of this genre is in any way related to the color of your skin.” you scoff. “We just don’t like your music. And by your music, we mean you, specifically, not the music made by other black people.”
Lucifer nods. “Yes, the Detective here has a point. I mean, without the blues, there’d be no Devil’s music whatsoever. There are, of course, many giants in the field. Just not you…”
“Are we being clear enough?” you send 2vile a sickly sweet smile, quickly growing irritated with the thread of conversation.
“Yeah, you being clear, alright.” 2 vile chuckles.
“Good.”
“If you looking to get yourselves killed.” ah, not so good. You can hear the sounds of multiple guns clicking, the telltale signs of their safeties being off, and you internally debate whether or not to pull out your own, when you feel Lucifer place a hand on your arm, slowly shaking his head no.
Evidently he had that same internal debate, and while he might survive the assault, you certainly wouldn’t, even more so if you pulled out Silver. 
“Yes, well, don’t waste your munitions, I'm immortal. Tell us about Delilah.”
“Didn’t you hear the news? Bitch is dead.” Oh. Oh, no. 2vile you absolute fool. You never speak ill of the dead, even more so when the dead was a friend of the Devil.
Within a second an infuriated Lucifer grabs 2vile, and smashes through the glass, hanging him out on the balcony by his gold bling. You quickly stand behind him, pulling out your pistol and aiming at 2vile yourself, making sure he knows that if Lucifer didn’t make this miserable creature's life a living hell, you certainly would.
“Her name…was Delilah. And you will treat her with the respect she deserves!” You hiss. 
The sounds of guns being shot in yours and Lucifer’s direction causes you to roll your eyes. “Call off your boys, 2vile. One shot at his back and he’s liable to let his fingers slip. And I'm sure you don’t want that to happen, now do you?”
“Don’t shoot, you idiot!” He screams out. “I didn’t kill her!”
“And why should we believe you?” Lucifer asks calmly.
“Because I loved the girl!” Yes, you loved her, that’s why you called her a bitch right to your faces. 
“People sometimes kill people with whom they’re in love. The heart’s mysterious. So I'm told.” Lucifer glances in your direction as he says the last part, noting how steady your hands were and how easy it was for you to just defend him like this. Almost as if it were second nature to you. 
“Ain’t like that. Girl made me crazy.” 2vile denies and you tilt your head slightly, mockingly.
“Us women can do that, didn’t exactly give you the right to beat her, now did it?”
“We worked that out a long time ago. I hit her ONCE ‘cause I found out she was cheating on me!”
Well, now, that’s certainly some new information. 
You and Lucifer share a look before he hauls 2vile back onto the balcony, standing on his own two feet, but lucifer still kept a hold of his chains. You slowly put your gun away, getting the feeling it was no longer needed.  “Alright.” Lucifer hums. “With whom?”
“I don’t know, I don't know! Said it was a big secret, some-some, uh, rich married guy.”
“Yeah, that clearly narrows it down.” your voice tinges with undisguised annoyance. “Did she have a friend she confided in? A therapist, maybe?” It’s L.A, you couldn’t go 5 feet without seeing an ad for a therapist's office somewhere out there.
This city is full of crazies who need a head shrink.
“Yeah, Yeah!” 2vile points to you, nodding rapidly. “Her therapist is probably the only one who knows. She-she's some, uh, uh, Dr. Linda in-in Beverly Hills. Saw her, like, five times a week on the DL. Used a fake name, everything.”
“Did she, now?” Lucifer smiles in satisfaction, before releasing 2vile and patting him on the arm. “Well, thank you for your time.”
And all was going well and good until…
“LAPD! Guns down! On the floor. Down! You two against the wall!”
Detective Decker walks into the scene, gun out and dragging the butler in by his shoulder. Subtly, you move to stand behind Lucifer, trying to hide your firearm without making it look too suspicious. 
Teensy bit unregistered, yet still highly illegal firearm.
“Miss Decker, welcome to the party!” Chloe ignores Lucifer, instead grabbing an ice bucket and handing it to the butler.
“Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now!”
“Well, I gotta admit, Chloe, I'm shocked you actually listened to our advice!” you smile before her irate gaze turns to you and the smile slowly slips off your face. Why did it feel like you were about to be chastised by your mother?
“I ran the dead guy's cell phone. 2vile was the last person he called.”
You roll your eyes at 2viles “Come on, man!” 
“What I find highly interesting is how you two made the connection all on your own.” She continues before her gaze moves to you. “And what happened to you not stepping on any toes?”
“Well we’ve been busy, my dear.” Lucifer shrugs. 
You narrow your eyes at the detective. “And I also said I would step on them if it brought Delilah’s killer to justice.” hell, you’d run them over if that's what it took.
Chloe narrows her gaze at you for a moment longer before eyeing 2vile. “Talk to me about Delilah.”
“You’re a day late and dollar short, Chloe. We’ve already had that discussion.” Chloe ignores you, continuing her sentence.
“And why you called the shooter two days before she was murdered.”
Whatever protest 2vile had quickly fizzled out and he slumps in defeat. “Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie 'cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don't make me a killer, do it?”
“No, but it does make you a suspect.” you quickly point out as Chloe nods her head in your direction, and 2vile glares at you.
“What, so everyone on Eddie's phone's a suspect? Are you joking? You gonna drag half of Hollywood downtown. Be like the Oscars or something.”
“Wait…aren’t you that chick from that film?” one of 2viles crew points at Chloe and you and Lucifer send her a questioning glance.
“Hmm? What’s this? What film?” Lucifer asks.
“She used to be an actress or something, right?” ding dong, hello plot twist! 
“Yeah.” Chloe whispers, cheeks growing red in embarrassment.
“That teen movie…I forget what its called.” Teen movie…why did that sound so familiar? 
And that’s when it hits you. “Wait, you were in hot tub high school?”
Chloe slowly lowers her head in exasperation, before shooting you a venom filled glare. What? Was that not something she liked to advertise?
“Oh, of course! Hot tub high school! That’s where I know you from!” Lucifer points at Chloe and the embarrassment on Chloe’s face grows as she can’t even look at either of you. 
She’s all but begging at this point for the topic to drop. “Let’s just stick to my questions, shall we? Now…”
But Lucifer wasn’t letting this go, someone that beautiful should be praised, not humiliated! 
“Hang on, The one with the famous nude scene! Coming out of the hot tub!” he cheers and you nod, pointing at him. 
“It was, like, a complete fast times rip-off. She was, like, the new Phoebe Cates!” you continue and Lucifer glances at you in shock.
“You’ve seen it too?” he asks.
Nodding, you gesture in Chloe’s direction. “Like three or four years ago someone stole it, SPD got a hold of it, evidence processed it, one thing led to another, and well, here we are.” it wasn’t your first foray into ‘ladies night’, but damn was it the best.
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Chloe is all smiles but you could tell she’s trying so desperately not to smack you and Lucifer in the face for encouraging this topic of conversation.
“Gotta admit, it was a very beautiful nude scene.” You wonder if you have that spare copy lying in storage somewhere. 
“There are way too many bullets in this thing for you two to still be talking.” Chloe glances at 2vile. “You. We need to have a conversation, right now.”
“That's a waste of time, Miss Decker. I've just threatened his life... he's not our guy. He would've said, trust me.” you freeze, slowly bringing a hand to your face before dragging it down.
Oh, Lucifer, why?! Why would you say something like that!?
‘Open mouth, insert foot’ you think to yourself.
You glared at Lucifer as Chloe flatly asks “You did what?”
“Yeah! Yeah, and she held a gun at my head! Isn’t that illegal?” Okay, now its time to move your glare to 2vile.
“Listen here you little toad, I was aiming at your kidney, NOT your head. And secondly, I don't shoot unless it’s in self defense!” In all honesty your pistol was more of a bargaining chip than anything else. 
“A little, yeah!” Chloe can’t even begin to fathom what was going on right now, but she does know it involves you two. Somehow. “You.” She points to 2vile, “Stay put. You two, you're coming with me.”
Chloe grabs a pair of handcuffs and locks them on Lucifer. “What? Ooh, with pleasure!” he hums.
Grabbing your arm, Chloe drags the two of you outside to her car. “Maybe now, you'll listen to us?” you ask. “Though I'm not quite sure why we’re being arrested.”
“Because you’re both interfering with a police investigation, you’ve broken I can’t even count how many laws, you brought an unregistered firearm to a place of residence with the intent to use -”
“I keep telling you, I only shoot in self defense! It was just to intimidate him, I swear!”
“- AND you both pissed me off.”
“Right,” Lucifer hums. “I can get out of these, you know?” 
“Funny.” Chloe smiles humorlessly, like she assumes he’s just talking out of his ass. Except he’s not joking, and Lucifer proves his point seconds later by holding the opened cuffs from behind his back, free as a bird…ish.
“How’d you do that?” Chloe demands, snatching the cuffs from his hands.
“It would take at least 3 days and a giant whiteboard to even begin to explain how he did that.” you huff, before adding “Which we don’t have, now, come on! We’re wasting time!”
Lucifer points at you, nodding. “Agreed, we should be solving a homicide and punishing those responsible!”
“‘We?’ You’re both insane, I'm taking you in. get in the car.” Chloe moves to grab your shirt, which you thankfully pull away from, before she has the chance to shove you in her car.
“You really aren’t seeing the big picture here, are you? We’ll help you! It’ll be fun!” Well, it’ll be fun for Lucifer, at least. For you it’ll be just another day at the office, only this time in LA.
“How could the two of you possibly help me?” Chloe wonders.
“I have a certain…skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot.”
“So, what, you’re psychic or something?”
“He can’t read minds.” You chuckle. “He’s not a jedi.” Not to say you wouldn’t pay a boat load of dollars just to see him try and wield a lightsaber.
“People just like to tell me things. Except for this one.” Lucifer wraps an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side with a smile. “None of my skills work on her. Don’t know why, we’re still trying to figure that out.” so far the only idea he’s had was that you were a ‘celestial deadzone’ of sorts. You could see that being viable, but the only way to prove it would be if more angels visited, and neither of you really wanted that to happen. 
Not all of them were like Lucifer or Amenadiel, after all.
“Hmm, just-just tell you things? Just confess their sins? Just like that?” Chloe’s voice tinges with skepticism and disbelief.
“No, not their sins. He has no power over people's sins.” you scoff.
“I actually get a bad rap for that.” Lucifer tosses out, before continuing. “I have the ability to draw out people's forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really.”
And in your case, you were the biggest challenge he’s had in Millennia. 
“But no, the actual sins, those are on you people.” he continues.
“You people…I got it, I got it!” Chloe exclaims and you send her a confused look. “You do?”
“Of course! The names, the whole Lucifer and Pandora thing, and Desires like your superpower. And she’s obviously your assistant, who helps set everything up.”
“Well, you got that half right.” You chuckle. “I am his assistant. But sad to say I'm as human as they come.”
“And my bits more of a gift from god, really.” Lucifer tosses out. Chloe still remains blissfully clueless, and Lucifer sighs before adjusting to look directly into her eyes.
“Okay, look. Tell me, Miss Decker, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?”
“This is it? This is your big trick?” she scoffs. Admittedly, you didn’t think anything would actually happen at first, but when her face begins to grow slack and her eyes glaze over slightly before breathing out - “i want to help end corruption in this city…corruption that killed my dad. I want to be everything he was and more…and to help people get the justice they deserve.” - it left you a little dumbfounded. Strong-willed, for certain. But not immune.
“Haha!” Lucifer cheers as Chloe blinks rapidly, shaking her head. “Still got it!” turning to you, Lucifer looks into your eyes, the same way he did almost a month ago. “What about you then? Tell me, what do you desire?”
And again, there was that same pull to just blurt out “I want to protect my family, even if it's from myself”. But just like last time, you could stamp it down and ignore it entirely. 
In the end, it takes you less than 3 seconds to give your answer. “I said it before and I'll say it again. I desire a drink. Hopefully coffee, the day is still young, and I'm still irritated that you woke me up at the ass crack of dawn.”
“Seriously? Nothing?” Lucifer groans, before sighing. “Oh well, worth a shot. Are you sure you’re not a Jedi?”
“What was that?” Chloe demanded. “Some kind of hypnosis?”
“You assume a strong mind like yours is easily hypnotized.” You note. “But no, that was his natural skills at play.”
Chloe glares at you, pointing to the car. “Get in the damn car.”
“No, no, no, no, no.” you protest. “Look. we know something you don't know.” 
“Really? What’s that?” She scoffs and you stand up straight, arms behind your back.
“Won’t say unless you take us with you.” Lucifer says, before pleading “Please? Look it got us to 2vile, didn’t it?”
“Okay, you, I can understand. You were a Detective once, it makes sense you’d want to jump back into the action...” Chloe points at you, and you have to admit, she does have a point. But like most explanations, the real reasons were always a bit more complicated than that.
“...But?” you ask.
“But what about him? Why do you care about this so much? About Delilah?”
“Look, I just... I just do.” at Chloe’s unimpressed look, Lucifer relents and explains a bit more. “Look, if I hadn't meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn't have died.”
“Angel, that’s not your fault.” You grab Lucifer’s arm and turn him so that you have his full undivided attention. “What happened to Delilah is nobody's fault but the person who wanted her dead.”
“Yes, but it was my fault she got hooked into this mess to start with!”
“Angel, her choices were her own. The devil didn’t make anyone do anything. It was all on them. Not. You.”
Chloe looks at the two of you, wondering how you can be so calming, when it was obvious Lucifer clearly wanted to try and make it right by punishing Delilah’s killer. Even if you didn’t believe him to be at fault, he certainly did.
“Okay. Okay, fine…” She eventually relents “But if this little clue thing of yours doesn't pan out, these are going back on, and they're gonna stay on.”
“Is that a promise?” he purrs and you take the liberty of shoving him the car this time.
—---
The ride to Dr. Linda’s office was at least a little relaxing for you, as you finally got some coffee, courtesy of Chloe swinging by a Starbucks along the way. A French vanilla cappuccino with chocolate drizzle and whipped crème. 
It was a diabetics dream come true, and your favorite.
You sipped at the drink contentedly, letting the heat warm you and wake you up as you both listened to Chloe speak to someone on the phone.
“Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Linda. See if Delilah was a client.”
“She went by a fake name.” You point out. “What was it, penny something?”
“Penny lane.” Lucifer says and you snap your fingers, pointing at him. 
“That’s it, she went under the alias “Penny lane.”
“Okay. Delilah may have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks.” 
“Yes, we’re quite good at this, aren’t we?” Lucifer smiles at you, and you have to admit, it did feel nice being back in the Detective role you had ripped away from you.
“She is, you’re not.” Chloe flatly replies and you let out a bark of laughter at the downtrodden look on Lucifer’s face.
“Nice to see my pain amuses you, Detective. Physical or otherwise.” he pouts slightly and you let out another giggle at him.
“I’m sorry, Angel. But detective work takes time, you won’t become a pro overnight.” hell, it took you almost 12 years to get to the level you were at today, rusty or otherwise. 
“Either way, nothing’s panned out yet.” Chloe takes a glance behind her to see Lucifer giving her a smug smile. “Don’t look so smug.” she bites out.
“No, no, no, it’s not that. It’s just that I knew I recognized you!” 
“Right, right, you’ve both seen my boobies. It’s exciting. What are you, twelve?”
“Hey, don’t lump me in with him!” You pout. “I liked your movie, true, but I have the good graces not to comment on it.”
“So, is the uh…the movie why you’ve got such a chip on your shoulder?” Lucifer asks after a moment. 
“It’s uh, low on the list of things i have to live down, I guess.”
“Hang on, let me guess.” You sigh. “Attractive female cop struggling to be taken seriously in a man's world... that it?” 
“How’d you - “
“My father is the chief of police at the SPD. Trust me, I know what it’s like to not be taken seriously.” Chloe glances at you from the rearview mirror and notes the shocked look on Lucifer’s face, coupled with the disappointed, yet unsurprised look on yours.
“Is that why you got fired?” She eventually asks and your head snaps up. “What?”
“I did some digging on you. Found a bunch of articles relating to every single one of your arrests over the last decade. 250 cases solved, at least 200 arrests, and almost every single one of them stuck. You never said you were that good?” under her breath, Chloe adds “who would sack someone with a case record that high? It just doesn’t make any sense!”
“Well, I really don’t like to brag…” you mumble.
“But don’t you see, Detective? It’s not bragging if it’s true.” Lucifer nudges you with his shoulder and you give him a half smile. “You’re clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them, trust yourself.” you can feel yourself blush under Lucifer’s praise. 
It’s times like these that make you wonder why you had ever denied his advances before. He wanted to know how you roll, clearly this was it. You just wanted him to be himself, not put on a persona like he was an actor on a stage, and this right here felt more real to you, than the last month ever did.
The sound of Chloe’s cell phone going off causes the two of you to look away, the moment over, and it felt as if the walls around Lucifer just went right back up like steel doors.
“Detective Decker. Alright text it to me. Thanks.” 
“What’s going on?” you ask.
“What you were saying stands up. There’s a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Linda Martin in Beverly hills.”
“Excellent. Detective, clear my schedule.” You give Lucifer an incredulous look.
“You don’t have a schedule. You gave everyone the day off ‘cause of last night.”
“Oh, that’s right! Even better!”
Chloe’s phone ringing again distracts you once more. Lucifer leans forwards eager to get any amount of juicy gossip “Oh, someone’s popular-”
“Please stop talking!” Chloe pleads before answering her phone. “Hello. What? You're kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course, he's not there. Thanks.”
“Something wrong?” you ask.
“We got to make a pit stop.” Chloe announces and already you can tell what kind of reaction this would elicit from Lucifer. Somewhere along the lines of “no! No way! Absolutely not!”
“What, no! Absolutely not!” Yep. Called it.
“My kid got into a fight, I gotta pick her up.” she explains.
He scoffs at the idea. “What, can’t she get herself home?”
“She’s seven.” Chloe deadpans and you reach over and smack Lucifer in the back of the head again.
“Ow! Stop hitting me! We’re not here to help her run errands, we’re here to help solve a homicide!” 
“Stop being rude and I will! And anyways, it's not as if it’ll take up too much time, right?” you direct the last bit to Chloe, who laughs slightly before muttering “right.” and making a sharp right turn.
—---
[Now playing - Sinister kid by the black keys]
Pulling up into the school pickup zone you can’t help but cringe slightly at all the little troublemakers running around.
It wasn’t as if you hated children, far from it actually. But after raising your two younger siblings from birth, you had no desire to ever have any of your own. 
“Right. Both of you stay here.” Chloe orders before exiting the car.
“Not a problem.” you murmur and exit the vehicle, moving to sit on the trunk of the car, while Lucifer went to take a smoke break, leaning on the side a bit.
“You know, If you weren’t actually the Devil, I'd say those things would kill you.” Lucifer lets out a snort at your remark and you both share a laugh.
Well, he was laughing…until he saw a teacher in a really tight skirt. Then he just walks off, not even checking to see if you would be okay. You didn’t pay much attention, eyes closed at that point and just trying to doze off.
You didn’t even notice until about 10 minutes later when you heard “HEY YOU!” shouted at you and it startles you out of your daydream.
“Huh? What??” There’s a tall, irate, man with short brown hair storming up to you, a scowl on his face and you silently point to yourself. “Yeah, I'm talking to you, why are you sitting on my ex-wife’s car?”
“Uh, ex-wife? Do you mean Chloe?” Who is this man and why does he have a stick shoved so far up his ass you can see splinters whenever he opens his mouth?
“Yeah, I mean Detective Decker. Now what are you doing on her car?” Chloe mentioned a man who was her soon to be ex-husband that was supposed to come and pick up their kid, what was his name?
“Oh! You must be Dan! I’m Pandora, I'm helping assist Chloe on the Delilah case with my partner Luci…fer.” you look around but can’t find him anywhere. “Great, he’s probably in there trying to score numbers.” you mutter.
“Doesn’t exactly explain why you’re on her car.” he crosses his arms, waiting for an explanation.
“Waiting for her to come back with your kid. I’m tired, bored and the sun makes for a warm blanket.” it was the simplest explanation you could give him and it was the truth. That coffee was nice, but it was no substitute for sleep.
“And you couldn’t do this standing up because…”
“Car plus sun equals nice and comfy.” You wriggle around a bit just to annoy him some more. “Listen, Danny boy, I'll get off when she’s out with Lucifer and your child, Mmkay?”
“No, not Mmkay -” 
The sounds of a high pitched “Hi daddy!” cut him off and you gently hop off the trunk, giving Dan an exaggerated bow. “You see how this works?” you grin before looking up and spotting Lucifer walking Chloe. “Oh, and speak of the devil.” you mutter as Lucifer smiles down at you. “I see you made a new friend, Angel.”
“What can I say?” He smirks. “Children love me.”
A hand tugging at your shirt makes you look down and you see a tiny little seven year old staring up at you, her two front teeth missing and giving her a slight lisp. “Hi! I’m Beatrice, but everybody calls me Trixie.”
“Well, hey there, Trixie!” you smile kneeling down to her level. “I’m Pandora, but everybody calls me ‘Dora.”
“Like Pandora’s box?” she whispers and you nod, smiling slightly. “Exactly!” 
You and Trixie make small talk while Chloe and Dan talk - well, argue, would probably be the better word.
“Wow, shocker. You’re late.” Chloe tightly announces. “And arguing with my Partner, how professional.” 
You and Lucifer share a look at that. “Partner?” you mouth and lucifer can only shrug and shake his head. You guess not even he knew what she meant.
“Come on, give me a break. I’m putting a case to bed, and she was sitting on the trunk of your car, I didn't know who she was!” Dan tries to explain and you slowly stand up, taking a step back towards Lucifer, and gently cover Trixies ears. Nobody that young had to hear any of this.
“Right, like I'm not working a case too? Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from me.”
“You mean the open and shut one. You did open and shut it, right?” You raise an eyebrow at Dan.
“Uh, not to butt in or anything,” you say, “But this case isn’t as ‘open and shut’ as you might think.”
“Exactly.” Chloe nods at you, grateful for some defense. “I’m just being diligent, Dan. It’s a high-profile case.”
“Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it.” You can’t help but shake your head and scoff at Dan.
“She is being diligent.” you assert.
“Yes, you’re just a dimwit, aren’t you.” Lucifer hums. “Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the children? It’s unbecoming.”
You slowly turn your gaze to Lucifer, glaring at him and removing your hands from Trixies ears. “I’m 29.” You deadpan. You know you have a baby face, but even that’s going a little too far!
“Could have fooled literally anyone.” Lucifer deadpans and Dan lets out a chuckle before coming face to face with the two of you. 
“I don’t know whether to laugh or to shoot you both.”
You and Lucifer share a look before smirking and replying in unison “Surprise us.” 
“Aren’t they funny, Daddy?” Trixie smiles and you can feel something in the back of your heart rumble back to life at the tiny little seven year old. She reminds you so much of Phoebe when she was her age, and it just makes you miss her all the more for it.
Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder, looking down at you in concern, as Chloe makes arrangements to leave her child in Dan’s hands. “You alright?”
You nod, sniffing slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Trixie just reminds me of my little sister, is all.”
“What’s a hooker?” Oh, yeah. Definitely like your little sister.
You and Chloe both turn your heads to Lucifer, who looks away, afraid to look you both in the eyes for fear he might burst out laughing.
Chloe leaves Trixie with a “Daddy will tell you!” before standing up, and watching Dan give her a half-hearted glare as they walk off.
“Bye Lucifer, Bye ‘Dora, it was nice meeting you!” you wave after Trixie, smiling slightly as Chloe watches with a small smile.
“I think she likes the two of you.” she notes.
“Of course she does.” Lucifer scoffs. “What’s not to like?”
—------
The waiting room of Dr. Linda’s office was everything you could have expected from a therapist. Coffee maker, fancy books, a comfy sofa. The whole shebang. You knew the purpose of this kind of decor: don’t look fancy, but try to let them know its fancy. The place gave you the vibe of “sure this stuff looks like i got it from ikea, but in reality it’s all imported and probably cost the owner of the building a couple grand cause its frickin Beverly hills, so why not?” 
A coffee mug was placed under your nose and you looked up to see Lucifer holding it out to you, a small smile on his face. “Thanks.” you murmur and take a sip, relishing in the smooth, bitter taste. It actually felt kind of peaceful here.
“So, was your offspring planned, or a mistake?” Oh, well. You suppose peace was never really an option, anyways.
“Planned…sort of.” Chloe admits. 
“Really? Cause i’ve never understood the human desire to procreate. And you!” Lucifer points to you suddenly, making you almost drop your cup. “You never said you had a child!”
“I don’t.” you vehemently deny. This is not a topic of conversation you want to get into right now.
“I don’t know.” Chloe hums. “The way you acted with Trixie earlier tells me you have parenting skills under your belt.”
“Yeah, well, I don't actually have any children. I just have experience.” Your voice is flat and devoid of emotion. This is NOT a topic you want to discuss, right now, don’t they get that?
“I simply don’t understand it, though. I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens.”
“So are you, and yet I put up with your crap.” you point out.
“Regardless…still doesn’t explain your natural parenting skills.”
“Look, there are some things I keep close to my own chest, this is one of them. Can we please leave it at that for right now?” You’re practically begging at this point. ‘for fucks sake, Lucifer, just drop it already!’
And suddenly the room goes quiet. Chloe has the good graces to know when they’ve overstepped a line and apologizes to you softly, and meanwhile Lucifer just stares at you, an unreadable look on his face, before going back to his earlier tangent, hopefully trying to change the subject and distract you.
“Oh, um, yours is fine, by the way.” Lucifer directs at Chloe, her mouthing thank you as you gaze blankly ahead, your thoughts drifting back to your little brother and sister, and hoping they were alright right now.
“I mean, you know, nothing to crow about,” He continues. “but nothing to be too embarrassed about, either, so that's quite good, isn't it?”
“Are you aware at all, at how dickish you sound?” Lucifer chances a glance at your face to see you leveling a dead stare at him, but a tiny smirk dons your face, letting him know you forgave him.
“No!” he smiles at you. “Speaking of dicks…” Lucifer starts, before looking at Chloe.
“We were speaking of dicks?” you mumble.
“...Why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you to close the case?”
“No reason.” she says.
Lucifer stares at her, noting how her body shifts slightly, and the beet red look on her face, the subtle shifting of her thighs. While she might be strong willed, even Miss Decker was not immune to his charms.
But When he looks at you, there’s just mild confusion and some slight annoyance at why this was taking so long.
“Strange…” he murmurs, staring at you.
“Yes.” you deadpan. “You are.” you’ve known this since day one, is he only just now figuring this out?
“Are you sure you aren’t an angel sent by my father?” he asks once more and you merely raise an eyebrow at him. You knew being resistant to his mojo would get you a few odd looks here and there, but you didn’t think he’d go back to this line of questioning.
Dr. Linda opens up the door before you can even begin to think of a way to respond to that.
“Okay Detectives, I'll see you now.” she breathes.
“Ooh, Detectives. I like that.” Lucifer hums, causing you to smack him across the back of the head.
“Ow! Bloody hell! Don’t you ever get tired of doing that!?”
“No. I don’t.” you reply, before promptly walking into the therapist's office, followed by Chloe and then Lucifer, still nursing the back of his head and frowning.
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For Fox Lucifer, could you do a Christmas one where Reader is a janitor and is upset because she can't afford to buy Christmas presents for her kids so Lucifer decided to drop a couple of checks in Reader's bag. - Anon💜
Sitting on a chair in an empty interrogation room, you felt tears brimming your eyes as you looked at your paycheck.
They had just been given out, and you were hoping for maybe a Christmas bonus or something would be handed out but apparently not.
You weren’t part of the police, you were just part of an external company who the police hired to come and clean the building.
Folding it up, you put it back into your pocket and ran a hand down your face.
The door opened and you quickly got up, grabbing your things.
“Oh, I wasn’t aware anybody was in here.”
“Sorry Mr Morningstar, that’s my fault. I’m just finished if you need this room.”
He looked at you as you walked past.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, of course.”
You gave him a weak smile and quickly ran off.
Lucifer furrowed his brows as he watched you leave.
He had seen you around, a lot of people enjoyed chatting to you. You were friendly, and helpful, and you kept anything the officers lost so they could have it back.
He hasn’t had much of a conversation with you before, but he knew that there was something wrong with you.
So he left the room, and made his way back to where he had come from.
“Detective.”
“Lucifer.”
Chloe looked up from what she was doing and he glanced down at the present she was wrapping.
“Is that for the spawn?” He asked.
“Lucifer does Trixie look like she would play with a toy truck?” She asked.
Lucifer shrugged a little bit.
“Maybe.”
Chloe groaned, rolling her eyes at him as she carried on wrapping the present.
“It’s for (Y/N)’s boy, every year we all come together and buy a few things for her twins.” She said.
“Who’s (Y/N)? Why haven’t I met her? Why do you buy her kids gifts why can’t she do it?”
Chloe glared at him, hitting his arm.
“Don’t be such an ass lucifer, not everybody can afford to buy presents. (Y/N) was in hospital a few years ago, she got shot protecting one of the uniformed officers downstairs, and since they we all try get her some stuff for the boys.”
“Okay, but who is she?”
“The cleaner? You talk to her everyday. How do you not know her name lucifer?!”
“I never asked!” He huffed.
He watched as they put a hamper of presents together for you, and he felt something bugging him about it.
The fact that you had this medical debt, and the force wouldn’t even clear it for you.
As he was walking around trying to think of something, he bumped into you again and you smiled at him slightly.
“See you later.” You said.
“Yes, have a good day.” He smiled.
He watched you leave, and noticed something fell out of your bag, and that’s when the idea hit him.
Quickly pulling something from his pocket, he slipped it into your book and jogged after you.
“(Y/N)!”
You turned around.
“You dropped this, here I’ll put it in your bag turn around.”
“Oh thanks.”
He put the book in your bag and zipped it up for you, and you waved at him before leaving.
Happy with himself, lucifer went back to find Chloe again.
When you got home, you paid your babysitter and set your bag on your bed before leaving your bedroom.
“Niko, Julian, come on snack time!”
The two boys came running through to the kitchen before climbing up at the table to sit down.
“Will you draw with us mommy?” Niko asked.
“Of course I will sweetie. Eat your snack first. Julian do you want to draw?”
The other boy shook his head.
“What do you want to do?”
“Trains.”
“Okay, well how about while we draw, you set your trains up and we’ll draw them, yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Laughing softly, you happily spent the rest of the afternoon with them until it was their bedtime, and you went to your room to read.
Grabbing your book, you opened it to pick up from where you left off and you notice a couple of things fall out.
“Oh my god…”
You looked at the cheques, and the sheer amount of money that was written on them.
Quickly grabbing your phone, you found the number for his club and called it, waiting for someone to answer.
“Oh, Mr Morningstar, I’m sorry to bother you I was wondering if we could talk?”
You listened to his reply.
“Yes, you can come to my apartment.”
Giving him your address, you got up to begin cleaning for when he arrived which didn’t take long.
He knocked on the door and you opened it, letting him in.
“Is everything alright? I assume you would have called the detective.” He said.
Then he grinned a little bit.
“Unless you wanted to see me.”
You laughed a little.
“Nothing like that, I actually have something for you.”
You walked to your coffee table and brought the two cheques back over to him.
“I think you lost these, I wanted to return them as soon as I found them.”
He looked at them and chuckled, shaking his head as he covered your hands with his, pushing them back towards you.
“You misunderstand love, they’re for you.”
“W..what..?”
Lucifer helped you sit down, and he sat next to you.
“The detective told me everything, how you struggle for money, and what happened a few years ago. Frankly it’s unacceptable, so this is enough money to clear your debt and give your spawn a good Christmas for a few years.”
Tears burned your eyes and you clenched your jaw a little as you shook your head.
“I.. thank you but I.. I can’t accept it..” you whispered.
“Why not? I don’t need it and you clearly do.”
You sighed.
Sniffling a little bit, you wiped your eyes, shaking your head again.
“I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t..”
Lucifer frowned.
“Is it not enough? I can give you more.”
“No! No…”
You took his cheque book from him and set it on the table, looking at him
You took a deep breath.
“Yes, okay. I need the money, but taking it now won’t change anything. I’m raising two boys on my own, I’m going to have things I can’t afford, and that’s okay. They’re happy, they’re healthy and that’s all I could ask for.”
“Yes, maybe so, but this can clear all of that.”
You heard footsteps and you turned around.
“Julian? What’s wrong sweetie?”
The boy padded over, climbing into your lap and rested his head on you.
“The monsters are back..”
Lucifer titled his head a little.
“The monsters?” He asked.
“They’re under the bed…”
You smiled softly, kissing his head.
“How about I’ll go check for monsters, and then afterwards we’ll put the Christmas tree up a little early, how’s that?” You asked.
Julian nodded his head and you sat him next to lucifer.
“You stay here with Mr Morningstar, he’s a friend.”
With that you got up and left the room and Lucifer looked at your son, watching as another came padding out to sit with his brother.
“You dress funnily.” Niko said.
“Well so do you, your shirt is backwards.”
Niko frowned, and he glared a little at lucifer.
“Santa won’t bring you present if you’re mean.”
“Is that so?”
The two boys nodded their heads quickly.
Niko got up, and he began to get his toys out and lucifer watched him.
“Why are there monsters under your bed?” He asked.
“Sometimes they just stay there… I’m scared they’ll hurt my mommy…” Julian whispered.
“Well, from what I heard your mother is a brave woman.”
Then an idea hit him.
If you wouldn’t accept his money, then instead he would do the boys what they wanted Santa to bring them.
Then he would buy the presents and bring them over for you a few days before Christmas.
It was a flawless plan and he was proud of himself for it, and he couldn’t wait to see the look of shock when you saw
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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Thirteen
Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader
Chapter Thirteen: You've Done Enough Damage
Summary: (Y/N) has had enough of Eve and Lucifer.
            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as they walked into the kitchen and found Eve all over Lucifer. Apparently they were officially together. (Y/N) was, of course, not a fan. Not at all. They didn’t like any part of it.
            First of all, Eve was annoying. She pulled everyone else into her issues, and if there was one thing (Y/N) hated, it was cleaning up other people’s messes. Why should they have to deal with Eve’s ridiculousness on top of the drama they created for themself? (Y/N) was already a trans teenager with mental health issues and a penchant for bad luck. They didn’t need any help from Eve getting into trouble.
            Second of all, the crazy antics Eve pulled Lucifer into were getting on (Y/N)’s nerves. Eve had convinced Lucifer to let her come alone with him to help on cases with Chloe. Not only was that a terrible idea since Chloe wasn’t fond of Eve’s affect on Lucifer, either, but it meant that Lucifer was back to being more irresponsible instead of actually productive with Chloe. (Y/N) didn’t like that change. Plus, Eve’s ideas of fun involved a lot of things (Y/N) really didn’t care for, and although Lucifer had refrained from participating in quite a few of Eve’s plans, it didn’t change that he was involved by still being there and letting Eve keep going.
            Most of all, though, the issue was with Lucifer. He claimed he was happy and glad he was with someone who accepted him, but (Y/N) knew the truth. They understood that Lucifer was unhealthily coping with the disappointment and heartbreak he had experienced when Chloe was still working through her feelings when she discovered he really was the Devil. Unfortunately, Lucifer’s reaction was to throw himself into acting more like what people thought the Devil was like, and although he pretended to be happy and satisfied since Eve adored him “as he was,” (Y/N) wasn’t an idiot.
            Lucifer was unhappy. He felt uncomfortable in his own identity and was latching onto any sort of approval to try to cope with his insecurity. Unfortunately, that meant listening to Eve and going along with her antics for her adoration, even if it was clear Lucifer didn’t really feel true fulfillment from acting like the Devil he was thousands of years ago.
            (Y/N) clicked their tongue. Sure, they had some terrible habits due to their own mental health (see: never trusting others completely and usually expecting them to not accept (Y/N) for who they were), but that didn’t mean they’d let Lucifer run around going crazy or let Eve push him into becoming who he wasn’t, not anymore.
            (Y/N) turned away from the kitchen and walked away. Something would have to give, soon. (Y/N) couldn’t keep living in the penthouse and see Lucifer let who he was be run into the ground just for some silly approval from a woman who couldn’t see who he really was, no matter how much she was sure of the opposite.
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            The elevator doors opened, and (Y/N) perked up, hoping to see Em.
            Hoping? When did I start hoping to see them? thought (Y/N), frowning.
            Still, it wasn’t Em coming back from training with Maze. It was Trixie.
            “Trixie?” (Y/N) sat up. It had been a while since they saw Trixie.
            “Hey, (Y/N),” she said. “Is Lucifer here?”
            “Uh, no. He’s out with Eve,” said (Y/N).
            Trixie huffed and frowned.
            (Y/N) grinned. “You’re not a fan either, are you?”
            “My mom is worried about Lucifer, but she won’t come and check on him, so I came myself,” said Trixie. She looked at (Y/N). “Is it true that he isn’t okay?”
            “Kind of true, kind of not,” said (Y/N). “It’s complicated.”
            “That’s what adults always say. Be honest,” said Trixie.
            “Lucifer is figuring some stuff out about himself,” said (Y/N). “And, being completely honest, it’s a bit tricky.”
            Trixie considered, looking at (Y/N), and then nodded, accepting the teenager/fellow kid’s opinion. “What can we do to help him?”
            “We can try talking to him, but sometimes he can be pretty clueless,” sighed (Y/N).
            “We can team up, then! With both us, then he has to listen,” said Trixie decidedly, sitting down.
(Y/N) chuckled. They weren’t sure if it would work, but they were glad someone else wanted to help Lucifer (and Chloe. So they could both be happy. Together).
            The elevator doors slid open again, and Lucifer and Eve walked in.
            “Look, I just think you’re holding yourself back because of her,” said Eve to Lucifer. He sighed and looked away uncomfortably as Eve continued, “I just think she might be a little too involved in your life.”
            (Y/N) eyes narrowed, and their fingers curled around the red feather necklace they wore in an effort not to show their annoyance. Still, the shadows around their feet curled slightly in reaction to their emotions.
            “Oh, well, that is preposterous—Oh, (Y/N),” said Lucifer, brightening when he saw them. He blinked when he saw Trixie. “And the Detective’s offspring.”
            “Yeah,” said (Y/N) casually.
            “Does your mother know you’re here?” said Lucifer, looking at Trixie uncertainly.
            “Yes,” said Trixie.
            Okay, so that’s a lie, thought (Y/N), but they weren’t about to expose Trixie. It wasn’t like she was somewhere dangerous. It was Lucifer. He wouldn’t let Trixie get hurt on his watch.
            “Well, what are you doing here?” asked Lucifer.
            “I came here to make sure you’re okay,” said Trixie earnestly. “My mom said you needed a friend.” She looked at Eve. “But it…looks like you have one already.”
            “He can always do with more,” said (Y/N).
            “Hi, I’m Eve,” said Eve, smiling at Trixie.
            Trixie narrowed her eyes doubtfully and crossed her arms. (Y/N) held back a chuckle.
            Eve faced Trixie and (Y/N). The poor woman looked at the pair and smiled before sitting. She was still determined to win them over. (Because third time’s the charm, right? thought (Y/N))
            While Lucifer poured himself a drink, knowing this was going to be quite something, Eve sat down across from the pair and let Trixie begin her interrogation.
            “Where do you live?” asked Trixie.
            “Here,” said Eve.
            “Where are you from?” questioned Trixie.
            “Far away. I came here for Lucifer,” said Eve.
            “No way, really?” said (Y/N) sarcastically.
            “Have you ever been married?” continued Trixie.
            “Yes. It didn’t work out,” said Eve honestly. At least she had truthfulness going for her.
            “How come?” asked Trixie.
            “We weren’t right for each other,” answered Eve.
            “What do you do for work?” said Trixie.
            “I don’t,” replied Eve. “Pretty much just get to be me.”
            And convince Lucifer to not be himself, thought (Y/N).
            “Well…that’s kinda cool,” admitted Trixie. “What’s your favorite color?”
            “Red. What’s yours?” asked Eve.
            “I’m asking the questions,” said Trixie, and (Y/N) snorted in amusement.
            Lucifer sighed as he watched the back-and-forth continue. “Would you excuse me whilst I do something less mind-numbingly boring, like, uh…color-sort my suits?” He stood up, and none of the people sitting on the couch acknowledged his departure, still just staring at one another.
            “…Are you the kind of friend Lucifer needs right now?” asked Trixie softly.
            “I hope so,” said Eve gently as Lucifer paused in the doorway of his room before leaving. “I care about him very much.”
            “If you care about him, why don’t you accept him for who he is?”
            Eve’s eyes went to (Y/N) when they asked their own question for the first time. “What do you mean? I do accept him.”
            “You accept the Lucifer you knew years ago. I don’t think you really know this Lucifer,” said (Y/N), gazing at Eve evenly. It wasn’t a cruel statement; it was merely (Y/N)’s thoughts.
            Eve furrowed her brow in confusion. “I—”
            The elevator doors dinged, and two men walked out. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they raised their guns. Eve jumped up and pushed Trixie behind her. At the same moment, (Y/N) moved in front of the young girl and narrowed their eyes.
            “Lucifer!” shouted Eve worriedly.
            “I didn’t think there’d be anyone else here,” sneered one man. “But…can’t have any witnesses, so…” He trailed off darkly and raised the gun higher.
            “Please, please!” said Eve, holding Trixie farther behind her.
            Two things happened at once. Lucifer’s hand smashed through the mirror wall of his bar, grabbed one man, and pulled him through widely. When the other man’s head snapped towards the movement in shock, (Y/N) curled their hand into a fist, and a shadow grabbed his ankle. Trixie couldn’t see from behind Eve, so (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to drag the man to the ground and knock the gun away from him with their abilities. To anyone else, it just looked like the guy stumbled and fell in shock.
            “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” said Eve, hurrying Trixie out of the room, and (Y/N) backed up with them, keeping their eyes on the man they had knocked down.
            Lucifer smashed through the other mirror and stalked angrily towards the man. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Lucifer didn’t give him a chance and shoved him back down. The man flew back and hit a wall.
            “What the hell are you?!” cried the man, staring at Lucifer. He grabbed for his gun, but Lucifer gripped his wrist harshly, and the man let out a strangled cry.
            “Tiernan sent you, didn’t he?” snapped Lucifer.
            “Yeah! Yeah!” cried the man fearfully, in pain.
            “Dad! Stop, you’ve done enough!” said (Y/N).
            Lucifer froze as soon as he heard their voice. He turned to face (Y/N) and saw them staring at him hard.
            “Dad, just call Chloe. She’ll know what to do. He’ll get what he deserves,” said (Y/N).
            Lucifer’s eyes widened. The same words Eve had used, but (Y/N) was asking him to stop punishing this man. Eve would tell him he was doing what was right. But knowing that (Y/N) wanted him to stop and they would support him not being angry, not going out of his way to cause pain…that was more important to Lucifer. And it would be him acting as he wanted, no expectations from anyone…
            Before Lucifer came to his conclusion, however, the elevator doors opened for a third time that night, and Chloe and Dan ran out of the elevator. Behind them were several police officers who immediately went to grab the men as Lucifer backed up.
            “Where is she? Where’s Trixie?” said Dan worriedly.
            “She’s safe. She’s in the bedroom,” said (Y/N), nodding to the side room.
            “Mommy! Daddy!” As soon as Dan and Chloe ran towards the room, Trixie ran out and hugged her parents, frightened and relieved they were there.
            They both embraced her tightly, taking deep breaths in relief at her being safe and unharmed.
            “Monkey, you’re okay,” said Chloe, tearing up in relief. “You’re okay! I love you, Honey.” She hugged her tighter. “You’re alright.”
            Lucifer, Eve, and (Y/N) looked on as the parents hugged their child in pure relief that she was safe. (Y/N)’s hands curled into fists, and their eyes went to Eve and Lucifer. Those men had come to punish Lucifer for something. And (Y/N) would bet Eve had something to do with that.
            And (Y/N) never lost a bet.
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            “Why the hell did those two men come here?” snapped (Y/N) the instant everyone else was gone.
            “They were here to get back at Lucifer for punishing Julian,” said Eve proudly.
            “You what?!” The shadows around (Y/N) flared to light, and they turned on Lucifer.
            He winced and looked away. He didn’t want to see (Y/N)’s disappointment. “I…I couldn’t let him keep hurting people.”
            “Damn it, Chloe would have found him! You and I both know that!” said (Y/N). They furrowed their brow in frustration. “So why?! This isn’t you.”
            “He punishes people so they don’t harm anyone else,” said Eve.
            “Oh, shut up!” snapped (Y/N). “You’ve done enough damage.” They glared at Eve and Lucifer. “I refuse to stand here while you get more and more insecure over who you are and let yourself become who you aren’t. My dad doesn’t harm people when they’re already going to get what they deserve.”
            Lucifer flinched, and he stared at his child in horror. He was realizing how much he was hurting them. He had betrayed (Y/N)’s trust. And they were completely right. He wasn’t acting like himself. He was trying to be the Devil, a singular identity that he had left behind. He was the Devil in name, but he wasn’t who he had been so long ago.
            “As long as you’re going to keep acting like this and keep letting her convince you to act out, I don’t want to be here,” said (Y/N). Their gaze turned onto Eve. “You want companionship. You want to find who you are. Fine. I hope you find yourself. But tying yourself to Lucifer, making everything about him and trying to make him like the Lucifer you knew, that’s unacceptable. So both of you just…stop.”
            (Y/N) whiled around and left the room, leaving their anger and disappointment hanging in the air.
            “Oh, my…” said Eve. She looked at Lucifer. “What are you going to do?”
            “What do you mean?” said Lucifer dully.
            “I mean, Julian’s father obviously sent those men. Shouldn’t we do something?” asked Eve. “He could’ve gotten (Y/N) and Trixie killed. We’ve been looking for the worst of the worst.”
            Lucifer took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fighting off the idea of (Y/N) harmed. “Yes. It’s time for Tiernan to get what he deserves. But I need to do this on my own.” I need to make (Y/N) proud.
            “Oh,” said Eve, deflating.
            Lucifer walked out of the room.
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            Lucifer pushed Tiernan to Chloe and the other LAPD officers. He had done what was right, something (Y/N) would be proud of. Instead of harming Tiernan, he was ensuring he would be completely punished for his crimes instead of just being hurt by Lucifer. He was being who he really was now, not who Eve had reminded him he had been.
            “I…happened to be walking past Tiernan’s office and overheard him talking about leaving town,” said Lucifer, saying the parts of the truth that wouldn’t reveal everything. “As a concerned citizen, I felt it was my civic duty to bring him in so he can properly face the punishment he deserves.”
            Chloe looked at him. “Why’d you do it?”
            “Someone made me remember who I am. I haven’t been acting like myself,” said Lucifer.
            Chloe’s gaze softened. She knew that it was once again Lucifer’s concern for (Y/N) saving him. The pair’s familial bond had grown so strong.
            “I might’ve gone a bit too far, recently. I hope it’s not too late,” said Lucifer.
            “You looked, didn’t you? You looked for…” She looked around and whispered. “Your wings. And (Y/N) spoke to you.”
            Lucifer took a shaky breath. “I did.” He had seen his wings, the result of everything he was becoming as he acted out. (Y/N) was right. He wasn’t acting like himself, and his wings had changed along with him.
            “You did the right thing, Lucifer,” said Chloe. “(Y/N) will be proud. You know they care about you. They want what’s best for you.”
            “And I want the same for them,” said Lucifer.
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            “Thank you for coming,” said Kinley to Chloe as she walked in.
            “I only came to tell you to stop putting in requests to speak to me; we have nothing to talk about,” said Chloe sharply.
            “I’m sorry,” said Kinley, standing in his cell. “I don’t have much time. They’re going to transfer me back to Rome to be tried there.”
            “Oh,” said Chloe blandly. “I can’t say I’m sad to see you go.”
            “There’s something you need to know,” said Kinley urgently.
            “No, there is something you need to know,” said Chloe fiercely. “You were wrong about Lucifer. He is a good man. One might say that he’s even an angel.”
            “I need to warn you about the prophecy,” said Kinley.
            “Prophecy?” questioned Chloe.
            “You see, I thought that the prophecy was about you, Chloe. But I realize now that I could’ve been wrong,” said Kinley.
            Chloe sighed in exhaustion and turned away.
            “If it’s not you, then who else could be Lucifer’s first love?” remarked Kinley.
            Chloe paused.
            “You know who it is, don’t you?” said Kinley. “Is it who I suspect?”
            Chloe shook her head, not wanting to hear some prophecy about Lucifer’s first love. If it was romantic—and what else could it be?—it would then be Eve, and that idea hurt Chloe’s heart since it meant Lucifer was in love with her
            “I just need you to hear the prophecy,” said Kinley.
            “Alright,” said Chloe, swallowing and deciding to let Kinley get it out of his system.
            “ ‘When the Devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.’ ”
            The words hung in the air in the pale light filtered through the bars, the prophecy as dark as the shadows in the room.
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            “(Y/N)?” Lucifer knocked on their bedroom door.
            “What?” said (Y/N).
            It was as much of a response as Lucifer could expect. He opened the door and stepped in.
            “I handed Tiernan over to the LAPD and the Detective,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) looked at him silently. “He’s who sent those men. I…I made sure he’s getting the punishment he deserves.”
            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).
            “I…I’m sorry,” said Lucifer. “I should have never let myself go so far.” He sat down on the bed beside them. “Truly, I’m sorry. That’s not who I am. You’re right.”
            (Y/N) smiled and reached over to hug him. “I’m just glad you’re remembering who you are.”
            Lucifer hugged (Y/N) back. “Of course.” He knew what he needed to do. He needed to pull away from Eve and find himself again. He needed to be (Y/N)’s dad.
            And then Lucifer remembered the office near the LAPD for adoption services, and he found himself imagining getting the papers.
            He knew what he wanted to do.
            Lucifer smiled and hugged (Y/N) tighter.
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