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cecevolume · 4 years

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On The List (Part One)

Prompt from @halfbloodfox: I’m looking for something where Lucifer has to take care of Trixie. Maybe, Decker is stuck at court testifying on a case, Dan is whothefuckknowswhere, Maze is on a hunt and at school Trixie gets hurt or sick. Surprise, Lucifer gets the call. He’s on The List? Since when? During Season 2 or 3, pre 4 nonsense at least. What do you think?

This was...unexpected. And perhaps a little unprecedented.

Just a half hour before, it had been a semi-normal day for he and the detective, dressed in their best--well, not him, but the respect for the court was there--as Chloe waited to be called to testify. Per usual, he tagged along, a charming ace in the hole, just in case.

But then his shirt had started buzzing outside the large double doors; to be more exact, his phone was ringing.

“Lucifer,” Chloe hissed as a clerk eyed them while they passed by, “turn it off vibrate!”

Smiling winningly, he reached for his chest pocket, purring, “An honest mistake, Detective; I assure you, I know proper procedure for the courtroom.” He glanced at the screen, eyebrow raising as a bell of familiarity rang in his head. “Should I know this number?” he asked, turning the screen towards Chloe.

She frowned, taking the phone from him as she murmured, “That’s Trixie’s school.”

“But why--”

Holding up a hand to stop him, she answered, “Hello? Yes, Ms. Hendersen, I’m being brought to testify today. Uh huh. Oh, no, did you try Dan? Of course not. No, no, it’s not a problem; I’ll send Lucifer to pick her up.” She paused for a long time, a muscle ticking in her brow. “That’s a question for him at another time, don’t you think? Uh huh. Yeah, goodbye.”

Tilting his head, Lucifer asked, “Was that Trixie’s lovely school administrator--”

“Don’t. Even. Star,” Chloe growled, handing him back his phone. The door beside them opened just a crack and the DA motioned for her to join them. With a nod, she didn’t spare Lucifer a glance as she moved to the doors. “I need you to pick up Trixie; she threw up in math class. I’ll leave here as soon as I get the okay.” Before she squeezed in the door, she muttered quickly, “Ginger ale--she likes Canada Dry best--for her stomach, some toast or crackers to have in her system. Make sure she takes little sips. This should be done in a couple hours and then I’ll be home.”

“Detective--” he said in alarm, reaching towards her, but the door was already closed. For a moment, he just stood there, wondering two things simultaneously: did Chloe really trust him with her sick offspring and why did the school call his phone?

It hardly mattered now, however, what made sense. Sitting in his Corvette outside an elementary school, he found that he was...uncomfortable. It wasn’t often there was a situation he found himself unable to figure out--in fact, the first hadn’t been until he’d met the detective two years before--yet here he was. Sure, he’d learned how to occupy Trixie, but this was new territory.

How did one pick up a sick child from their school and adequately take care of them?

Taking a deep breath, he got out of his car, striding towards the doors. How hard can it truly be? he wondered, confidence growing the closer he got to the building. If Daniel can do it, of course I’ll be able to.

Following the signs to the “office”--a large, gray room with children’s paintings hanging everywhere, most of the space taken up by a quadruple desk with five women squished side by side at their computers--Lucifer idly took out his handkerchief, wiping his hands as he eyed several of the drawings.

Surprisingly, there were a few that showed a real talent, should they continue honing the craft.

“Hello?” one of the women greeted hesitantly to his back. “Can I help you?”

He turned with a charming grin, noting the immediate softening of all the secretaries’ faces. “Hello, ladies,” he answered, strolling to the desk with his hands in his pockets. “I actually received a call from Debra--Ms. Hendersen, asking that I pick up Beatrice Decker-Espinoza. I know I’m not her parent--”

“Oh, you’re the infamous Lucifer Morningstar!” the first woman cried, nearly tipping her chair backwards as she stood. Holding out a hand, she added, “Trixie is through that door, in the nurse’s office. Karen will go and grab her while you sign her out.” She shoved a clipboard with an attached pen under his nose. “Just her name, your name, why you’re picking her up, and the time.”

Holding the pen, he raised an eyebrow at the woman. That was certainly easy. Did she already know to expect a deal? Or was this her idea of flirting? The memory of Malcolm Graham flashed through his mind and his gaze turned foreboding. “Is it truly that easy to just pluck a child from your facilities?” he demanded, anger burning in his belly.

“Oh, my, you’re right! I do need your picture ID to compare your information to what we have in the system,” she answered quickly, blushing wildly. “I’m so sorry, it’s just that Debra gave such a...thorough description of you, I completely forgot!”

He slowly reached for his wallet, pulling out his license and handing it to her. “Why would a primary school have my information?”

“Well, after the...kidnapping,” she said slowly, peeking a quick glance at one of the other women, who dropped her head, “Ms. Decker updated the people on Trixie’s approved list. We aren’t supposed to release her to anyone other than her parents, her grandparents, or you. There is a Mazikeen Smith on here, too, but that’s on a call ahead basis. But if Ms. Decker and Mr. Espinoza aren’t available, we’re to contact you first.”

Blinking in shock, he made a noncommittal noise in his throat, taking back his ID and signing out the urchin. “I, uh, thank you for your diligence,” he murmured, spinning on his foot to stride towards the chairs lining the windowed walls. He was allowed to just come to the school and pick up Chloe’s child whenever he felt like? No permission, no questions, no call aheads necessary?

Chloe Decker trusted the life of her offspring in the hands of the Devil?

“Lucifer?” a small voice whined from behind him, making him turn back around.

Straightening his jacket and cuffs, he answered, “Your mother has been held up in court today, Spawn. So she sent me with clear instructions.” He’d already called Patrick at LUX to provide the Canada Dry and crackers. “I’ll be taking care of you this afternoon, until she is finished. Is that all right?”

The little girl nodded her head slowly, face pale as she reached for his hand. When he didn’t immediately take it, tears started to fill her eyes and he panicked.

Taking her hand gingerly, he raised the other to wave at the women. “Thank you very much for your help.”

Then they were off.

-.-

If she hadn’t felt so gross, Trixie might have giggled at the scene before her.

Lucifer had brought her back to his penthouse, explaining that it was closer to both the courthouse and school, that her mother wouldn’t be too much longer. She’d thrown up during the elevator ride, only half-listening as he tried desperately to comfort her in the weirdest ways--“I’ll have the cleaners come straight away; you don’t have to worry about cleaning it yourself”--when he’d picked her up, rushing her through the doors to the bathroom.

He’d waited there, awkwardly patting her back until she was finished. He’d then ushered her through to the couch, saying, “Don’t worry, urchin; I’m sure I have a bowl somewhere, or at least something similar.”

And there he’d left her, bringing them to now. His suit jacket was gone, the sleeves of his white undershirt rolled up. He held a fuzzy black blanket in one hand, a paint bucket in the other, holding them out to her. “I’m sorry it took so long; I had to go into LUX’s storage to find a...vomit receptacle.” When she didn’t take it from him, he placed it directly beside her face on the floor, gripping both edges of the blanket to lay it over her. “I don’t know if you have a fever or not, but I’ve noticed you and your mother enjoy your ‘snuggle blankets’, as it were. This is the softest one I could find; I hope it’s...snuggly enough for you.”

She giggled a bit, sniffling. “Thank you, Lucifer,” she murmured. “Can I have some ginger ale? And something to eat?”

Nodding curtly, he turned towards the hallway that led to his mysterious kitchen. “I have a variety of crackers, from wheat to sesame to pepper; do you have a preference in this state?” he called from the other room, the sound of cabinets closing echoing his words.

“Do you have saltines? Or the Ritz circle ones?” she asked.

He was silent for a long time before she saw him come back around the corner. “Well, there’s no accounting for taste,” he sighed striding back in to the room. Brandishing a crystal plate that held at least half a box of both saltines and Ritz crackers, he set it on the coffee table. “And Patrick will be bringing your ginger ale up; I assume a case should be adequate for just a few hours?”

Smiling, she said, “That’s actually way too much.” He started to open his mouth, but Trixie knew better than to push the teasing with him. “Will you turn on the TV and watch with me? My mom usually rubs my back when I’m sick.”

After a moment, he nodded, crossing to the mantle to grab the remote. He sat on the opposite side of the couch, pressing some buttons as a projection screen rolled out from the ceiling, a projector starting to whirl from behind them. “Is there a particular show or movie that you prefer?”

“Can we watch Secret Life of Pets? It’s funny and it’s on Netflix,” she added when his jaw clenched. “It’ll help me fall asleep.”

He perked up at that. “Is sleep good for you at this point? At some of my...parties, you’re supposed to keep the humans awake until they have finished vomiting.”

Nodding, she answered, “As long as you help me if I wake up and have to puke again, I should be fine.”

“Then I suppose I’ll just sit here and keep watch.”

She smiled as he pulled up the movie, though she really missed her parents. Lucifer was doing a great job, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Her mom knew right when she needed snuggles and gave them to her without her asking. She might be nine years old, but that didn’t mean being sick wasn’t scary. Especially when her stomach was still roiling and her throat and mouth burned....

“Are you all right, spawn?” he asked immediately, making her realize that she had started to silently cry. “Are you going to be sick again?”

She shook her head, but that’s when the sobs started. “I miss my mom,” she whispered between savage breaths. “She always strokes my hair so I can fall asleep.”

While she got control of herself, Trixie felt him leave the couch for a minute, making her feel even more alone. He was really trying, but he didn’t know what to do, and her mom didn’t have to ask her how to take care of her, and she wasn’t left alone to cry--

Hands gently pulled her off the throw pillow she’d been using, only to deposit her head on sweatpants-clad thighs. She tilted her head back to see Lucifer wearing a bright green T-shirt and gray sweatpants (they still had a tag on them). “I needed to change in case you don’t make it to the bucket,” he explained easily, reaching over for the remote once again. “Now, lay back; I’ll attempt to stroke your hair, but you may need to direct me.”

Shocked, Trixie did as he said without a word, feeling his hand gently rest on her head.

She fell asleep to the sound of the elevator dinging.

This will be getting a part two shortly because it is getting very long! That will be Deckerstar though. :)

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cecevolume · 4 years

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On The List (Part Two)

This is a continuation on my previous prompt for @halfbloodfox! I hope you all enjoy!

The sight of the self-proclaimed Devil with her sick daughter’s sleeping head in his lap was something Chloe Decker would never forget.

Lucifer was wearing his green T-shirt from one of their early cases along with a pair of gray sweatpants she had never seen before; just his outfit was enough to give her pause. Seeing him gently petting--because it wasn’t the stroke of a parent to a child, but a person with their dog--Trixie’s dark hair completely stopped her.

He turned his attention towards her, keeping his voice low as he murmured, “I can’t move; she’s quite strong for a small human.”

That broke her out of her stupor, a single chuckle escaping her. “Sorry,” she whispered as she crossed the room to the couch. “She likes to be close to her...people when she’s sick.”

Nodded, he responded, “She told me while in tears.”

Heart clenching, Chloe walked around the side of the couch, intending on taking the weight of her daughter from him. “My poor baby,” she mumbled, tears in her own eyes.

He waved her off. “Don’t wake her.” His eyes went down to the sleeping girl. “She’s still not feeling well; the two of you are more than welcome to stay here until the worst passes.”

Chloe really wanted to tell him it wasn’t a big deal, that the fact that she was sleeping meant that they were almost in the clear. She wanted to let him know that she appreciated all he had done, but she had it from here.

But she was also so tired. For almost three years, it had mostly just been her. Almost every time Trixie was sick, Chloe had been the one with the late nights, the one who had to text her friends to please bring some her some medicine and whatever else the little girl needed because she couldn’t bring Trixie to the store.

And it was too much temptation to stay, to let him take some of the burden off her. To finally have a partner in taking care of her daughter, at least for the moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered past the block in her throat. Ignoring the guilt in her chest at putting him out, she glanced towards his bed before turning her attention back to the couch. “I can take over here; we’ll leave once she wakes up.”

Raising an eyebrow, he didn’t immediately respond, just put one arm beneath her daughter’s legs, the other her neck. In a fluid motion, he rose from the cushions, already striding toward his big bed. “I have a perfectly acceptable bed for the two of you to sleep in. In the morning, should she be feeling better, I would...enjoy making the two of you some breakfast.”

“So you can see for yourself that she’ll survive?” she joked halfheartedly to his back.

Chloe watched as he tensed, stopping in his tracks as Trixie’s tiny body snuggled closer to his warmth while draped in a seemingly luxurious throw blanket. His head turned over his shoulder, his eyes catching hers, their expression intent and serious. “You trusted me with her care enough to put my name just after yours and Daniel’s on her list; I don’t take such responsibility lightly.” With that, he turned to take the stairs, gently depositing her daughter on his large bed. “Now, bring me that...bucket. I’ll feel much more comfortable knowing she has a place for her...vomit, if she can’t make it to the bathroom.”

Without a word, Chloe grabbed the paint bucket, following her partner to place it at the side of the bed. Lucifer watched her almost suspiciously as she did so, like a brooding guardian angel in a dime store T-shirt.

It was endearing even if it was weird, the way he stood watch over her girl. She knew that it was outside his realm of comfort to take care of a child--not to mention one that was puking--and she was also more than aware that he really didn’t know how to deal with a child’s demands.

Part of her mind wanted to know what kind of abuse he’d dealt with as a child to not understand a kid’s need to be hugged, to be congratulated on things adults did without thinking. She wanted to go toe-to-toe with those disgusting parents of his and demand answers for how they could be so vile to him, take so much from him, twist him into believing he was evil.

How could he be evil when he genuinely wanted to take care of her beautiful little girl? When he protected those around him, going far enough to put himself between them and a bullet?

But she knew better. She still--after two years--remembered his devastating reaction to her seeing the scars on his back. Whatever had happened to him, he wasn’t ready to talk about it; it wasn’t her job to push his emotional boundaries on something she had no idea how to handle. Instead, she would give him the support he gave her, remind him whenever she could how good he was.

“Thank you,” she said when he followed her out to the living room, not looking at him as she moved a throw pillow to sit in the middle of the couch. As she pulled a leg beneath her, she added, “I knew you would take care of her, but you went above and beyond what I expected today.”

He blinked at her before crossing to the bar. As he poured two glasses of red wine, he cleared his throat. “It wasn’t as hard as I anticipated,” he answered, slowly coming back to his usual arrogance. He handed one glass to her, taking a small sip out of the other. “Though, I will say, I much prefer the urchin when she isn’t vomiting in my elevator.”

Chloe gave a small, quiet laugh before she lifted her own glass to her lips. “Well, I did tell you to just bring her home,” she joked with a grin. “I have all the stuff there.”

“But LUX was quicker. And the elevator is a better spot than the passenger seat of my car,” he said easily as he slid into his spot at the end of the couch.

After a light chuckle, she turned her attention to the screen as Lucifer scrolled through their options. The silence was...nice. Sure, there was a sick kid in the other room that would no doubt wake up in a few hours in need of snuggles. And, honestly, the wine was really nice after the day she’d had. So what if she relaxed a bit before having to go full mom mode?

As a documentary about the cosmos started on the screen, Lucifer’s arm stretched across the back on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee. She glanced up, a little surprised to see him watching her. “Are you all right, Detective? I suppose I should ask how court went today.”

She gave a loose shrug. “It was nothing unusual, it just makes for a long day.” Scooting a bit closer to his warmth, she kept her eyes on the TV as the narrator described their sun’s lifetime. Putting an elbow to the cushion beside Lucifer’s leg and her cheek into her hand, she admitted, “I always thought that all the stars turn into black holes eventually.”

Scoffing, Lucifer said, “Absolutely not. They’d destroy the fabric of this universe if they did.” Chloe glanced questioningly at him, making him raise an eyebrow. “I knew better than to litter the cosmos with neutron stars; it would have upset dear old Dad if His creation was endangered by something even He hardly understood.”

“You made the stars?” she asked, her curiosity making her play into the metaphor.

“Of course; that’s how I became known as the morningstar. Father tasked me with bringing light to the universe, and I dare say I delivered,” he answered cockily, his smirk spreading devilishly. “Now you all write ballads and epic poems about them, though I get little credit.”

Laughing softly, she looked back to the screen. “Well, I might not be able to speak for the rest of humanity, but thank you.” Her eyes started drifting closed, and she didn’t even think twice when her head landed on his knee with a yawn. One hand slid beneath her cheek as her eyes slid closed.

She was sure she felt his fingers drifting lightly through her hair as she fell asleep.

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