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[anonymouse5]

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Lucifer (TV series)

Arrowverse shows

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[anonymouse5]

swings - maze/eve & deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Eve used to be jealous of Chloe. Lucifer had never looked at her the way he looked at Chloe. Now Eve knows it was because he’d always loved her, not Eve. Looking back on it now, she has no idea why she was so interested in Lucifer in the first place. Okay, well, that’s not fully true. He represented everything she thought she wanted— freedom and fun. Turns out, he was just the only person on Earth she knew, and the first person who cared about her. He actually respected her autonomy, and didn’t care that she swings both ways. Unlike Adam.

So, it’s not that surprising to her that Chloe came around eventually. Any person would be lucky to date someone as caring as Lucifer, even if he doesn’t realize how good he is.

But, when she really thinks about it, Maze is exactly the kind of partner she thought Lucifer was— or would be.

You, for years, have been the keeper of Lucifer’s devilish flame, she’d said to Maze when they first met.

It’s so obvious now.

She remembers bounty hunting that dumb lawyer guy to help Lucifer’s case. Trying to get him back. She’d been so dumb. Now all she wants is to make things up to Maze. She just has to figure out a way to do that.

[anonymouse5]

kingdom - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Michael has heard enough about his twin brother. It’s all “Lucifer was so noble” and “Lucifer sacrificed his happiness for a human”. Big deal. So his selfish little brother finally did something good for once in his life. Why does he get celebration and admiration from all their dumb siblings? The funniest part is… Lucifer did this for a puny little human, that Father literally made for him. Pfft. Maybe he’ll go down there and tell her that. He can’t imagine “The Detective” would take that well.

Lucifer’s probably enjoying ruling over the kingdom Dad gave him.

“Would you ever mate with a human?” Gabriel asks him.

Michael scoffs. “No way.”

“I dunno, they’re interesting. I think Lucifer and Amenadiel went a little far with all the romance bullshit, but I saw Eve when she was up here. That woman is hot. I’d totally smash that,” she says.

“Gabriel, what the hell are you talking about? She’s human,” Michael says.

Gabriel shrugs. “So?”

“They hold no importance to us, Gabby. I don’t know why Dad is so obsessed with them.”

“Ugh, if you’re gonna use a nickname, at least call me Ri-Ri.”

“You only like that nickname because you’re obsessed with Rihanna.”

“Guilty!”

Michael rolls his eyes and flies away. He doesn’t need to hear more propaganda about how “wonderful” humans are.

[anonymouse5]

well - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Dan peeks into Ella’s lab to see Chloe and Lucifer whispering about something. Chloe hides a smile, probably trying not to encourage him to keep making inappropriate jokes or flirt. It’s weird… he thought he’d feel more upset about the two of them in this weird stage of their relationship. Neither of them say they’re dating, but they clearly are. Or at least, they’re trying to? Dan doesn’t concern himself with their confusing “will they/won’t they/they have/they won’t/they might again” situation.

Ella thinks it’s cute. Dan doesn’t know how Chloe hasn’t lost her mind.

When it looks like they’re not flirting as much anymore, he goes into the lab.

“I think I got something,” he says.

He explains the new lead he found while going through the case files. Chloe nods and thanks him, then leaves. That’s his cue—

“Daniel,” Lucifer says. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Uh,” he stammers. “Work, probably. Why?”

It’s really weird for him to ask.

“The Detective and I are attending a pride bar crawl if you’d like to join us,” he says.

“I’m not gay,” Dan says.

“Right.” Lucifer scoffs in obvious disbelief. “As an ally, then. Miss Lopez is joining us as well.”

Well, if Ella’s coming, at least he won’t be the only straight person coming.

“Sure,” he says.

[lostinpubwe-deactivated20220705]

[anonymouse5]

phantom - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Not having Rae-Rae around was like phantom pain. Crime scenes always reminded her of Rae-Rae. But those days are over. She has amazing friends who love her and don’t judge her. Heck, if Chloe doesn’t find Lucifer crazy as hell… but no. It’s different with Ella. She’s not pretending when she says she can see ghosts. Or she wouldn’t be. If Ella told them. Which she wouldn’t, because she can’t face them looking at her…

The way everyone had.

Doesn’t it bother you? Rae-Rae had asked her just before she moved. Hiding part of yourself away?

I’m used to it, Ella had mumbled.

And she was— used to hiding her fascination for “creepy crawlies”, hiding her love for dissections, hiding her love for Comic-Cons, hiding her obsession for forensics (which feels abnormal), hiding her feelings. Nobody knows about the way she imagines in scarily accurate detail the way in which someone was murdered— human or animal. Yeah, Leo? She could see exactly how that played out in her mind. Nobody knows the best kiss she ever had was with Macey Jones freshman year of high school. She never lets it get further than a kiss or a one-night stand, always going for the bad boys.

How could she explain all the ways she’s messed up?

Lucifer’s lucky— Chloe doesn’t mind his crazy.

[lucifer10anniversary]

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[ordinaryschmuck]

I agree with this statement.

[anonymouse5]

buttons - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Chloe drives them to their lead at one of the banks downtown. Lucifer is talking on and on about… something she honestly couldn’t be bothered to listen to. Half the words he’s saying are Biblical metaphors she can’t understand anyway. She has a plan for how to handle their interrogation, but she also knows Lucifer well enough to expect him to completely screw it up.

“What floor are we headed to?” he asks, having stepped into the elevator before her.

“20th,” she says.

He reaches out to the panel and thinks for a moment. Why is he thinki—?

“Don’t do it,” she pleads.

He presses all the buttons anyway. She glares at him.

“What are you, five?” she groans.

He just grins at her.

Chloe gets off on the second floor. Taking the stairs would be faster, at this point. She thinks she hears him call out her job title as she does, but she doesn’t really care whether he’s following behind or not. Really, was it too much to ask for one case where he acts like a normal human being? No Devil metaphors, no weirdness, no toddler activities…

By the tenth floor, she’s rethinking her life choices. No mystery is worth—

“Detective,” a voice booms from behind her.

She nearly trips over the next step.

“What is wrong with you?” she asks Lucifer.

He ignores her annoyance. “Are you really going to walk up all these stairs?”

“Instead of waiting at every floor? Yeah. Yeah, I am,” she says.

It’s only five more flights anyway.

“You do know there’s another elevator on the other side of the building, right?” he asks.

She could seriously shoot him right now.

“Are you messing with me?” she asks.

“When I pressed all the buttons in the other elevator, yes. Right now? No,” he says, ever so honest.

He leads her to a different elevator, this time only pressing the ‘20’ button. She thanks him by not punching him in the face. They get to the fifteenth floor before the elevator randomly stops functioning. Chloe looks over to him slowly to make sure this isn’t some ridiculous prank.

“Lucifer—”

“This isn’t my doing, I promise,” he tells her.

Are you serious? she asks the universe, glaring up. Chloe presses the call button on the elevator.

“This is oddly good timing for our suspect,” Lucifer says passively, as they wait for maintenance to connect.

“You’re right,” she mumbles. “And there’s usually no service in elevators…”

She tries Dan anyway. Thankfully, it goes through.

“Dan, we’re stuck in an elevator. Send backup,” she says, saving words in case it randomly cuts out.

“Wait, what? Why?” Dan asks over the phone.

“We think our suspect knows we were coming,” she says.

Lucifer heads towards the elevator doors.

“I gotta go,” she mumbles. “Lucifer don’t pry those open.”

“Why not?” he asks, still getting ready to not listen to her.

“Unless you wanna fall to your death, that’s not a good idea!”

He finally listens.

[anonymouse5]

rush - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

They’re at an auction, Lucifer with Eve, and Chloe doesn’t rush to his defense when Dan refuses to hand over the necklace. She’s never really done that for him, unless she got something in return. Not when they found the street preacher behind the bar and immediately knew he wasn’t the one who did it. She only helped him break the Sinnerman out because it was the only way to prevent an innocent girl from drowning. She’s never bent the rules for him, if it didn’t have some benefit to her.

How many times had he set aside his own values for her?

One second, she’s staring Lucifer in the face as he tells her, “Something very strange just happened.” The next, she’s staring at his Devil face surrounded by a mess of feathers and bullets in some ornate building after having walked into a trap. She barely has time to wish away the fear she can’t stop herself from feeling (even though it’s been ages since she’s been afraid of that face) before she’s suddenly in his penthouse.

“Detective,” he says, almost the same tone as the day she saw his other face. “You look… beautiful.”

Chloe goes still. Well, not really. But she feels like she’s floating outside her body as she makes her way to the arrangement he’s set. For their date. Lucifer’s eyes are full of hope and slight disbelief, like he can’t believe this isn’t a dream. It’s about to turn into Chloe’s nightmare. She knows it, and she can’t stop it.

It’s the only way she dreams lately.

“Thank you,” she says.

Lucifer is kind, thoughtful, patient. Chloe is cynical and suspicious. She reaches into her purse to take out the vial. She knows, in her memories, she never tipped the poison into his glass of wine. She knows he doesn’t find out she’d tried to poison him until the next day when she tries to make up for this disaster with a whole new one. A soup kitchen, really? What was she thinking?

But that’s not how this nightmare goes.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer asks cautiously.

“I…” she stumbles on her words. “Nothing.”

“Spiking my drink, Detective? If you wanted something stronger, you need only ask. I do have to warn you, though, my Devilishness does come with downsides, hard to imagine as that may be. I’m—”

“Not affected by normal amounts of alcohol.”

“Have we had this conversation before?”

Chloe wants to cry. She almost admits to what she was doing, but then they’re on the balcony and he’s flashing her Devil face at her. Try all she might, she can’t do anything but gasp.

“What do you see? A monster?” he demands.

“No,” she protests.

“Liar,” he snarls.

He shoves her off the balcony, and she hates only herself because Lucifer would never hurt her. It’s just her nightmare and anytime she’s going to wake up because she’s falling…

Falling.

Falling.

And then she’s pushing an axe into Lucifer’s chest.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I talk about them all the time. the trick is to find someone you’re comfortable with or someone who’s also not normal about the character.

or you can just be unapologetically crazy.

[anonymouse5]

be unapologetically crazy!

[anonymouse5]

liars - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Lucifer is about to head to the farmers market— the Detective’s fridge is horribly bare— when the child throws the front door open and tosses her backpack aside with a huff. He’s not an expert on children’s behavior, but he doesn’t think that’s… normal.

“Would you like a snack?” he asks her.

“No,” she grumbles, sitting on a stool anyway.

“Is there a reason you threw your backpack in a fit of rage?”

“No.”

Lucifer quirks an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment. He slides over a glass of apple juice (because the Detective would kill him if he allowed her to drink whiskey).

“Boys are stupid liars,” she says, taking the glass. “Why don’t people just tell the truth?”

Lucifer thinks of Michael. “Some people are afraid.”

“You always tell the truth.”

“Yes. But not always the whole truth.”

“Why not?”

“I suppose I’m afraid sometimes, too. Care to tell me what all this is really about?”

“A boy in my class asked me out as a joke. I don’t care, ‘cause he was gross and… I didn’t like him. I just don’t get why he’d think that’s funny.”

Lucifer represses the urge to berate the miscreants. The Detective had told him about the stupidity of teenage boys, mostly comparing him to them, and warned him against putting the fear of Hell into them. He struggles to come up with the right thing to say, since the only thing coming to mind are insults.

“They’re insecure,” he settles on, “about how uninteresting and tedious their lives are. It’s not right for them to make it your problem but, as you said, boys are—”

“Stupid,” she says with him.

“Perhaps it was easier for him to ask you out as a joke, even if he did truly like you, because it would be easier to accept your rejection that way,” Lucifer says. “But it doesn’t excuse his actions. And that’s not the way he should’ve gone about it. You deserve someone who isn’t afraid to tell you how they truly feel.”

There’s a hundred ways he’d rather have admitted his feelings to the Detective when they first started… or well, when he’d first—point is: he has regrets. He’s sure this moron will in a few years, too.

“Yeah, I don’t have high hopes,” she says with a sigh. “But thanks anyway. This helped.”

“It did?” he asks.

She nods. He frowns, unaccustomed to helping for once, instead of leaving a trail of destruction where he goes.

“I’m glad,” he says quietly, remembering his own advice.

When she hugs him, he doesn’t shrink away or try to pry her off him.

“Can we have pizza for dinner?” she asks.

He huffs. “If your mother allows it.”

He sends the Detective a quick text. The farmers market can wait until tomorrow, he supposes. The Detective sends back a thumbs up and what to order.

“It seems it’s your lucky day,” he tells Trixie.

“Yes!” she exclaims. “You’re the best!”

Someday he’d believe her.

[anonymouse5]

awkward - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Lucifer leads Chloe to Dan’s Loop— well, more a purgatory at the moment. She walks into the darkened, abandoned precinct Hell has crafted.

“This is so eerie,” she mumbles. 

Lucifer isn’t paying attention, thinking of Jimmy’s Hell Loop and what a younger Jimmy went through. Why he made the decisions he did. If— or when, rather— he becomes God, he’d know everything about everyone. He’d be able to sympathize with them.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asks, dragging him out of his thoughts. 

“Well, the whole point of this was to see if I could help someone I hated. But the truth is… despite everything Jimmy Barnes did, I care about him now,” he admits.

“Sorry it didn’t work out,” she says.

“No, that’s just it. I mean, I thought it was a bad thing that I grew to like Carol, but maybe it’s like you were saying. Maybe that was a good thing, as is this,” he realises aloud.

She shares a glance with him.

“If I can grow to like Jimmy Barnes of all people…” he says.

“Then you can grow to care about anybody,” she completes.

He nods. 

“So does this mean…?” she asks.

“I think so,” he says. “Ironically, we’re in Hell, and I’m finally ready to be God.”

Daniel clears his throat awkwardly, interrupting them. 

“Well that’s great,” he says. “‘Cause I’m getting real sick of playing ping-pong with Belios.”

“Dan,” Chloe breathes out. 

Lucifer lets them have space as Chloe goes to hug Daniel. Lucifer stands, leaning against the staircase, as Chloe asks how he’s doing (bored, of course). 

It makes him feel upset for Daniel. He deserves to be in the Silver City, having waffles with Charlotte. When he’s God, he can fix this. 

Dan’s face drops when Chloe mentions Trixie. He’d avoided the topic of their child ever since Lucifer paused his Hell Loop for him. 

“Hate to interrupt,” he says when their conversation dies down. “But we should probably be going.”

“Right,” Chloe says, clearly disappointed. “Bye, Dan.”

“Bye, Chloe. I… tell Trixie I love her,” Daniel says. 

Chloe nods, taking Lucifer’s hand, and he flies them up to Earth. They land on his balcony. Lucifer is quiet and pensive, remembering the time he shared with Chloe here on Earth. It hadn’t quite sunk in, the fact she isn’t a Detective anymore. 

“So,” Chloe says. “This is it? You’re going up… to Heaven? Becoming God?”

“No,” he says, surprising them both. “I… I’m ready to be God, but I don’t want to be.”

She looks at him with curiosity, but not disappointment or anger. Which is more than he’d hoped for.

“You’ve always been so passionate about being a Detective, and I don’t think I’ve ever had that. I mean, I wanted to be God for all the wrong reasons.”

“So what now?” Chloe asks.

“Well, I’ll have to tell Amenadiel. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled,” Lucifer says sarcastically. “And then… I’m not sure. I need to find my calling, I suppose.”

[anonymouse5]

I love making challenges for myself bc I was planning out songs to make edits to and I was like ok lucifer/deckerstar x found heaven album by conan gray

And I was like hmm some of these songs don’t fit but I’ll just try to be creative with it

Hello this is genius. Wow. I’m so creative. I’m so good at this. Can’t wait to bring my visions to life

[anonymouse5]

more jealous chloe decker fics

[anonymouse5]

suit - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Lucifer isn’t wearing his usual three piece suit tonight. He’s dressed down in just a leather jacket and a t-shirt. Still, his outfit is never complete without that annoying smirk. Chloe tries not to remember the last time he wore that jacket and fails miserably, heart beating rapidly in her chest. 

This was supposed to be a casual dinner. Between friends. Friends, because that’s all they are. And casual because that’s all Lucifer does. Even if he’d looked at her in awe and reverence after she told him she’d found a way to stop Lux from getting torn down. 

But here they are.

She’s in an uncharacteristically short skirt and a turtleneck sweater, with a red lip on. Maybe she got a little carried away with the prospect of going out, something she hasn’t done in years.

Lucifer’s wearing a shirt that matches the shade of her lips with the leather jacket she hasn’t seen in a year. She wonders why he’s not dressed up like usual— this definitely seems like the place to be dressed up— but doesn’t ask.

Honestly, she’s glad he showed up. She didn’t think he was going to, after waiting for half an hour. She’s kinda still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He looks nervous as he walks over to her.

“Detective,” he says. “Sorry I’m late. You… well, you know how the traffic is.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay.”

He sits across from her and, for a few moments, they’re both silent. Chloe takes a sip of her wine to calm her own nerves. She picks up the menu and looks through the expensive, fancy dishes. She has no idea what to order. 

Thankfully, Lucifer seems to know what she’d like. He describes a few of the dishes to her, ones he seems to think would suit her tastes. He teases her about her tastes and her preference for “culinary monstrosities” like grilled cheese. He advises her against the mac n cheese.

“Much too fancy for your taste, Detective,” he tells her. 

“It looks like everything here is fancy,” she points out. 

“Even the salads?”

“Okay, most everything on the menu.”

His eyes twinkle. “Just promise me you’ll order something other than a salad?”

“I guess I could be convinced,” she says.

She ends up ordering the mushroom and tomato ragout pasta. Lucifer orders something that’s not on the menu, whispering to the waiter. When she sends him a questioning look, he just smirks back.

“I did tell you I knew the chef,” he says. 

She shakes her head. She’ll find out what he’s ordered soon anyway. Plus, the mystery is a little fun. Chloe doesn’t really know his taste in food all that well, except that he thought Javier was “an artist in the kitchen”. They talk— he flirts, she teases, and they settle into an easy banter. 

Then the food comes. The chef sets down a set of three sliders and the pasta. 

“Care to share, Detective?” Lucifer asks.

[anonymouse5]

acid - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500 - content warning: (consensual) drug use

Chloe’s a little nervous. She hasn’t done this since high school (or the closest thing to high school actors get) and… well, it wasn’t the best experience back then. Plus, it was only one time. But, this time she’s more prepared and doing it with someone she really knows she can trust. Lucifer isn’t like any of her past costars. This isn’t impulsive or done just to feel something. She’s more mature now, so that means she knows what she’s doing. Sorta.

Still, she can’t help but shove her hands into her pockets to stop them from shaking as she rides up the elevator. Ride— good choice of words, ‘cause this is definitely gonna be some sort of ride. Definitely gonna go through a rollercoaster of emotions. She sighs, trying to breathe like a normal person.

At least she doesn’t have to be on set with Lucifer for the next few days, in case… in case things don’t go as she expects.

“Hey,” she says breathlessly, when she arrives.

She has no idea how he lives with his door being an elevator with barely any security outside it.

Wrong details to be focused on, Chloe, she tells herself.

“Miss Decker,” Lucifer greets. “Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Um, well,” she stammers. “I kinda wanted to try something. With you.”

“Oh, did you now? Do tell.”

“Uh, have you ever… had an acid trip?”

He looks her up and down, tilting his head. “Who are you and what have you done with Miss Decker?”

“Okay, look, I… I only did it the one time and it wasn’t great, to say the least, but… I trust you.”

“Well you don’t need to justify anything to me, Miss Decker. I’m happy to fulfill any and all of your desires.”

“Right.”

He disappears into his bedroom for a moment. Chloe doesn’t really feel like she should follow him there, so she takes a seat on the couch. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea? Most drugs are illegal, for one. Her dad would kill her if he knew, probably. Also, there’s the fact that last time, her trip was pretty bad.

“I have a few options,” Lucifer says, reappearing.

He has… she can’t even count how many different types of substances. If she didn’t know he was the actual Devil, she’d be worried he had a problem.

“Wait, can you even feel anything?” she asks. “I mean, if you’re invulnerable and alcohol doesn’t affect you…”

“Well, I am vulnerable around you,” he reminds her. “But yes, I can. It just takes quite a bit more of whatever I’m consuming for me to feel anything.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” she says.

“Chloe,” he reassures. “I know the proper amounts and procedure to avoid bad trips. Or, at the very least, help you through them. I’m literally the most experienced person in the universe.”

“Right. I’m just a little out of my depth.”

“Then perhaps we start small— with psilocybin?”

Small. Right.