Description: These common white sterile walls just became a bit brighter, thanks to the Devil.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
AN: A request from a friend of a friend! Hope you feel better soon, darling! Hospitals ain't no fun! Hopefully this 'lil Lucifer fic helps you out! PS: Sorry it’s so late!!!
Request: “...something fluffy, like the reader is in the hospital and she basically lives there because of a long term illness...Lucifer comes into her room by mistake once, while looking for Chloe’s room...he looks around and sees personal items in reader’s room and realizes she’s been there for quite a while, alone, her family isn’t great, and to her surprise he starts coming everyday. He brings her little gifts and sneaks in her favorite food, and basically he just makes her feel like someone cares about, but he learns that her own family doesn’t even come to see her.”
AO3 /// Wattpad
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Lucifer strolls through the hospital doors with a large bouquet of various flowers and a confident smile on his face. He feels...good. He's never had a feeling like this before, though he supposes saving a human life would be fairly different than any erratic drug or sex. This is a soul after all, and he's just so used to torturing and using souls.
He strolls down the halls and opens the door he was looking for--
And stops.
He's not in the Detective's room, that's for sure. Her room is a plain old boring hospital room. The room he's currently standing in the doorframe of almost looks like a normal bedroom.
The patient of the room looks up from their position on a large bean bag. She cocks an eyebrow up and marks the page she left on in her book with her finger:
"Wrong room?"
"Uh…" Lucifer is baffled for a quick moment before regaining his composure, "Yes! Terribly sorry!"
The patient smiles and returns to her book, which Lucifer takes as his leave. The next room he opens is the correct one this time. He places his superior flowers with the rest of the others, then sits in the uncomfortable metal chair next to the Detective's bed side.
Lucifer watches the Detective's peaceful sleeping face, thinking back on the short time they spent together. Soon the Detective stirs awake, the two have a short talk, and Lucifer leaves before catching a serious case of IBS at the family scene playing before him.
Before leaving the hospital he stops for a minute in front of the mysterious patient's room that he intruded upon. He peeks through the slightly open blinds, taking in once more a room that looks more like a well lived in bedroom than a hospital room. He spots the patient now on her bed, sleeping. Peaceful...but…
"Hmm…"
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Three days later
You sit at your mini dining table, eating a hearty breakfast while watching some game show entertainment. Your hospital door opens while in the middle of a bite. You look up and stop chewing at the sight of the same strange man that opened your door by mistake a few days ago.
"Lost again, pal?" You ask after swallowing. Your face has an amused look again like before.
"No. I'm here to see you, in fact." The British man smiles, holding a similar looking bouquet as he had days ago.
"Um," You're not sure what to think, "Why?"
The man huffs a laugh before strolling into the room, shutting the door behind him, "You've been on my mind for the past couple days, darling. Curiosity catches the Devil."
He places his flowers on top of a small dresser of yours nearest the window, then comes to stand next to you. He holds out his hand and smiles down at you, "Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure."
You shake his warm hand with a smile of your own and introduce yourself. You motion to the chair across from you and he sits, "So, why is lil old me on your mind Mr. Morningstar?"
"Lucifer is fine, darling." He folds his hands together on your little eating table, "I've never seen a hospital room look like a bedroom before. Makes me think that you've been here for quite a while, and that's such a shame for such a beautiful young woman."
You sigh, like this is some kind of usual nuance for you, "Alright. Just tell me what article you're for and I'll answer your questions."
"Pardon?" Lucifer asks, confused.
"Your article?" You say pointedly, "Or whichever company my adoptive parents are trying to get in the good graces with?" When Lucifer continues to look at you puzzled, you stare at him quizzically, "That...is why you're really here isn't it? No one just decides to talk to some random hospital patient for fun."
"Well, I'm definitely not no one. I'm the Devil. Completely different spectrum."
"Uh huh...ok...totally not weird at all," you say skeptically, "So, why are you here, Lucifer?"
"Like I said before, curiosity. Is that...all right?"
You stare him in the eyes, and the man looks genuine enough. Weird, but genuine.
"Sure, I guess. Not like I'm doing anything else."
"Wonderful!" Lucifer's face instantly brightens up, and you can't help but notice his excitement and joy is contagious, "So, tell me about yourself darling, and I'll do the same!"
So, talk and talk you two did. All the way until visiting hours were long since over, and he was here in the morning!
You give him your background, a sad sap of a story. You're an abandoned baby. Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage. No information on your real parents or family. As you grew up the caretakers noticed how often you'd get sick, and how easy it was for you to get hurt. After many tests you're diagnosed with numerous things, causing a very weak immune system and fragile bones. Your caretakers believed no one would take you and you'd be stuck at the home forever. Fortunately for them, a rich couple came by and took pity on you. You thought you'd actually get a family, but that wasn't the case. This couple took you in to further increase their financing in their businesses and lives by using you as a charity. They taught you how to act and talk for the cameras and reporters, and you picked up on it quickly.
Yeah, it wasn't the best kind of life. You didn't have a normal family, but at least you were alive. The loneliness sucked at times, but you figured that's a small price to pay for staying alive and having some kind of life. It's not like your rich parents didn't do anything with you. They cared, just...not in the normal sense.
Lucifer gave you his story too. His insane story. God, angels, wars, becoming the Devil. You were starting to think he was some preacher, who just really believed. But you humored him, for he and his stories were incredibly entertaining. And who knows, maybe it was all real.
Suffice to say after that first day together, you two became fast friends and Lucifer became a very frequent visitor. Sneaking in a variety of your favorite things, some...illegal things, and even just sneaking you out for a night on the town.
Anonymous: Hey! I have a request for LuciferXreader! I really love the idea of the reader and Lucifer getting into a fight (cuz of all their pent up emotions and thinking that each of their love is unrequited) and the reader storms out only to get mugged/attacked. Luci goes to make up from the fight and finds her injured in an alley way or wherever you wish and takes care of her and they admit their feelings Heeheehee and maybe bang lmao or at least some smoochin.
Description: You've known Lucifer Morningstar since he returned to Earth five years ago. You tried to pickpocket the Devil, and instead of punishment he gave you a job as his "personal human". After so many years your infatuation turned to love, and unknown to you he felt the same, but neither of you know how to say it. Until the fight.
"Hasn't been here the whole night." Mazikeen of the Lilim pours you a shot.
"Let me guess," you down the shot, "Out with the Detective?" Mazikeen gives you a pointed eyebrow and refills your shot. You down it.
The day Lucifer Morningstar met Detective Chloe Decker became the worst of your life, and you had a lot of bad days. Ever since that first case he would not shut up about her during your talks.
Can you believe it, y/n? A human able to resist me!
He became infatuated with her, and with that came the realization that you were jealous.
Yes, you felt the pull that everyone, well almost everyone, felt when they met the Devil, but you were stronger than most. Life on the streets and having to bid to men's commands just to eat some food made a thick stone wall around your heart.
But now, the Devil himself was beginning to chip the wall down. It was slow, but as the years passed you saw the man more than his title.
And yes, you knew he was the actual Devil. That night when he made you that proposition he showed you his true self, mainly so he could see how it would affect a living human.
And boy did it fuck you up. You were a mess for a month, but instead of leaving you on the streets unable to defend yourself in that state, he took you in. He gave you a whole level of his skyscraper club to call home. He maintained a distance while your mind was fucked, but always made sure you had food and hadn't killed yourself.
He was so...happy that night you came up to his penthouse of your own will. That's when your stone wall began to crack.
But now you desperately wanted it back up. You hated this feeling. This jealousy for a man. You were always Miss Independent.
How could Chloe Decker compare to you? Sure, she could resist his charm, but she didn't even know the real Lucifer. Not just the Devil part, but the man. The Angel. The Lightbringer who created all light in the universe.
Besides, Lucifer never once tried his little mind trick with you. He never even tried to get you in bed with him.
So why…
"Why is she so special?" You whisper more to yourself, but the ever loyal demon refills your shot, pours herself one and clinks the glasses together.
"No idea." You both down your shots.
"Is the party already over?" Lucifer calls as he descends the stairs.
"Been over for an hour," Maze drawls back, taking another shot.
"Ah. Pity." Lucifer walks over to the bar and motions Maze for a shot.
But you notice that he's been holding his side.
"Lucifer, what happened?" You look at him seriously.
"Whatever do you mean, darling?" He brushes you off and takes his shot.
You know him though. You push his body on the stool so he's facing you, and pull away his hand.
Blood starts pooling on his shirt.
"What the hell?" You began to panic and cover the wound with your own hand to make it stop, "How did this happen?!"
"He didn't tell you?" Maze looks at you questionably.
"Tell me what?"
"That pet Detective of his makes him vulnerable." Maze takes another shot and watches as you face Lucifer with a look of shock while he looks at her with a look of "Father damn it Maze". Maze becomes very amused.
"Aka killable."
"She knows what it means, Mazikeen." It was never a good sign when Lucifer used Maze's full name.
But right now you didn't care. You forced the Devil off the stool and into the elevator, pushing the button for your floor. As soon as the doors open you pull him towards the bathroom.
"Take your shirt off." You command as you pull out the first aid kit.
"Well well, y/n. I-"
"Lucifer." You look at him sternly and in no way in the mood for his flirting. He gives an exasperated sigh and removes his top. Thankfully the wound didn't look very deep, so no need for stitches. You spray peroxide on it and bite your lip at the hiss of pain he makes. You put a cloth on the wound then a bandaid on top to hold it.
"You know, I could get used to having a personal nurse." Lucifer crosses his arms, which buffed his chest out a bit, and smiles flirtatiously at you as you clean up, "Can I convince you to wear a sexy nurse number while you take care of me?"
"Why?" You whisper.
"Well it would lift my healing spirits up a considerable-"
"No, Lucifer." You face him and stand tall, "Why didn't you tell me she does this to you?"
Lucifer shifts, "Because it's none of your concern."
"It's all my concern!" Your voice rises, "You need to stay away from her!"
"You have no authority over me." Lucifer's voice and tinted red eyes would make anyone cower in fear.
But not you.
"I do when your life is at risk!"
"NO!" Lucifer's Devil face is out and he towers over you, "NO ONE HAS AUTHORITY OVER ME!" His grasp cracks your countertop. He focuses on that in order to calm down. He saw you take that small step back.
"Lucifer-" he leaves you alone in your bathroom. Which is probably a good thing because your face is now wet with angry tears.
Fine. If I have no authority over him then he has none over me.
The next night, while Lucifer was out yet again, you tell Maze everything that happened. You even confess how you felt about him.
"Well, duh." Maze downs a glass of whiskey, "Anyone with eyes can see how you feel."
"He can't."
"That's because Lucifer's stupid to that kind of stuff." Maze passes you a glass of whiskey and leans forward, "You know, he feels the same way for you."
You laugh, "I highly doubt that, Maze."
Maze smiles, "Then let me tell you how you can make him confess."
Maze proceeds to tell you to start your act again. Bring back that slut of a poor street girl to the club, and see how he reacts.
You really, really didn't want to. You swore to be over with that life. You even told Lucifer.
You started off slow. For the first couple nights, even without Lucifer there, you began to actually talk to the patrons of the club. One night Lucifer was there, and even though his whole focus wasn't entirely on you you did see him look over every time you talked to a new man. His looks became more frequent when you started to touch their arms or caress their face.
After a week of this going you decide it's time to start the "act". The club tonight was particularly packed. Lucifer was swimming in women and men, so you weren't quite sure this would work.
But a nod from Maze told you to go for it.
You pick your target, a young man with sandy blond hair and beautiful green eyes. He was tan like a surfer, and definitely built like one. He even dressed expensively appropriate for the club.
Perfect.
You walk over and start the small talk. An arm touch here, a thigh tough there, and finish off with a caress. Lucifer took no notice of you while you performed these acts, but when the man answered your touches with his own and leaned forward to whisper in your ear you could see Lucifer's focus was entirely on you two.
Score one for y/n.
When a ronchi song begins to play you pull the man to the dance floor. He was unsure at first, but once you started touching and grinding on him he replied in earnest.
When the young man started to lick your neck and you hovered your hand over his crotch you were forcibly pulled from your dress into the chest of the one and only Lucifer Morningstar.
"Sorry to ruin what is most likely your happiest night ever gent," Lucifer's smirk was one of intimidation. He wraps an arm around your torso, pushing you closer against him, "But this human is mine."
The young man looks terrified, and runs quickly away mumbling apologies.
You hated possessiveness, but when Lucifer said that you couldn't ignore the spark of heat that started in your core.
Lucifer pulls you to a quieter part of the club and hisses, "What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?!"
"Whatever do you mean?" You feign ignorance.
"Why are you acting like that again?!"
"Maybe I just want to have some fun again." You shrug.
"Fun?" Lucifer looks at you like you are crazy, "You told me you detested that life. You swore to never do it again!"
"Minds change all the time Lucifer."
"NO!" He points at you, eyes glowing red, "Don't ever do that again!"
"You," you shove his finger aside and point at him now, "have no authority over me!"
"Of course I do I'm-"
"The Devil." Your cross your arms building a barrier, "And I'm your little 'personal human'. Well, I'm not. I'm just your human test dummy who you can't let go."
"No, your-"
"Why do you even care, Lucifer?" You probably shouldn't have interrupted him, but you were upset now, "You've shown zero interest in me, so why care who I sleep with or show attention to? Shouldn't you be more concerned over that precious Detective of yours? You've clearly shown affection for her, and she doesn't even know you like I do! Why her and not me?!"
The air becomes heavy between you two as Lucifer processes your sudden confession. Your body starts to shake and you desperately want to run and cry somewhere.
When Lucifer continues to stand dumbfounded, you do just that.
Instead of hiding on your floor, like you should have done, you leave LUX and walk the blocks down to your old life.
Probably not the smartest thing in the world, considering what you were currently wearing and how everyone on these streets knew you were living it up with The Morningstar, but you didn't care. It was these very streets that taught you to be strong. To never give away emotion or give emotion to another.
Right now, you needed that.
"Well well, look who's walking our sidewalk again ladies." You look up and see three familiar female faces.
Ah. These three bimbos.
"That playboy finally tire of you sweetie?"
"Yeah. Think you can come back and steal our customers again?"
"From what I hear about that guy, he probably loosened her pussy too much. Tossed her out."
"Well ladies, why don't we rough her up just to make sure she doesn't take our customers." The three of them crack their knuckles and run to you.
"Excuse me, have you seen a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes wearing a fabulous red number walk by here?"
Lucifer asked this to every other human just to make sure he was on the right path, and he started to get more and more concerned when he realized where you were going. He really wishes he would've chased after you before you got this far.
But he needed to have a long think, and a very hard drink.
She cares about me, Maze.
About time you figured it out.
What do I do?
Go get her.
As Lucifer gets closer to the dirty part of the city he sees you walking his way.
"Y/n!" He smiles and runs up to you, but stops dead in his tracks when he can see you clearly.
Your hair is a mess of knots in every angle possible. Your dress is torn so badly that you have to hold it up. Scratches are up and down your arms. You're walking barefoot because your heels cracked. And your face…
You have bruises on your forehead and nose. Your lip is busted to the point of bleeding, and you have faint, finger like bruises on your neck.
Despite how much pain you were in, you give Lucifer a smirk, "I won."
He runs up to you, takes his jacket off and places it on you. He then picks you up bridal style and walks back to LUX.
You want to protest, but it felt so good to be in his arms that you just wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.
To your surprise, Lucifer takes you to his penthouse. He sat you on his bed and went to his bathroom. When he came back he carried a first aid kit.
"Figured it'd be a smart move to have one myself now," Lucifer replies to your pointed eyebrow.
He gives you an ice pack to put on your forehead, then he puts first aid cream on each individual scratch along your arms. He rips off a small piece of cloth and sprays peroxide on it. He dabs the cloth on your busted lip, making sure the blood has stopped. After all that he takes the ice pack from you, puts all the first aid supplies away, and pulls a comb out of seemingly thin air.
"Oh you don't have to-"
"Hush." You stay quiet as Lucifer Morningstar brushes the knots out of your hair.
"I'm sorry." You whisper as he gets the last knot out.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for how I...acted," you sigh, "I just...I was jealous." He kneels before you again and takes your hands in his. He runs his thumbs over your swollen knuckles.
"Whatever for?"
"For a lot Lucifer," you huffed a sad laugh, "You saved my life. You trusted me, a street hooker, enough to show your Devil face. You took care of me even after I screamed and clawed at you. You gave me a home."
You rub his hands with your thumbs back, "Through these years you took care of me, and, well, I started to care for you. I started to see the man, Angel, behind the face. I never feel jealous over the ones you bring to bed. I know that's just your lifestyle. But-"
You take a breath in and look down at your jointed hands. You can't look him in the eyes anymore.
"When you met Chloe is when I started feeling jealous. You just seem so...fascinated whenever you talk about her. You're always with her. You're always flirting with her and trying to get her in bed."
You say quietly, "You never flirt with me, truly anyways. You never try to get me in bed with you. You never even tried your trick with me. That just makes me feel…" Lucifer puts a thumb and index finger to your chin and lifts up your head so you can look at him.
"Makes you feel like what, darling?"
"Like I'm not special."
"Oh, y/n," Lucifer starts to caress your cheek and gives you a small smile, "You are incredibly special to me. You accept me while knowing the whole truth. You look out for me. You care about my well being. You. Not my Father or siblings, but a lovely human being who cares for the Devil. I-" but Lucifer's throat closes up, making him unable to continue.
"It's ok Lucifer," you caress him back and smile, "I know these kinds of words, emotions, are hard for you."
"Yes. You do know. So," Lucifer leans forward, centimeters away from your lips, "let me show you my love."
The first kiss is soft, hesitant. You look at each other deeply, and you go back in. You press your lips harder against his, subconsciously telling him it's ok.
He gets the message. His tongue goes over your lips and you open up to him. As you two make out he slowly rises until he's over top of you on the bed and you're lying on your back.
He breaks the kiss to kiss along the bruises on your neck. Then he travels down, slowly. As he kisses down he pulls what's left of your dress with him. He gives chaste kiss down the middle of your chest, your stomach, down one thigh leg foot and goes back up to kiss the other thigh leg foot.
He towers above you and stares. You are bare under him except for a pair of lacy black panties.
"You are truly beautiful, y/n."
"And you are truly wearing too much clothing." Lucifer laughs loudly as you rip open his shirt, not caring that all the buttons fly off.
As soon as he shrugs the shirt off you wrap your arms around his back. While he's still hovering above you you follow the same path of kissing his neck, going slowly down his toned torso, down to the start of his trousers. You lick him with the tip of your tongue from the belt up to his navel, and your core fires up at the shudder his body makes.
He lifts you up by your underarms and moves you further up his bed. He crawls to you and gives another passionate kiss while both his hands massage your breasts. You moan into his mouth when his thumbs gently rub your perk nipples. His mouth leaves yours and latches onto one nipple. He swirls your nipple with the tip of his tongue then sucks, pinching the other nipple. You grip the bed sheets tight when he does the same to the other breast, then he licks one line from your chest down to your panties. He tickles your abdomen with his stubble while his hand rubs you through your underwear.
"Fucking Christ, Lucifer." You pant, "Are you always this much of a tease?"
"No. Most of my companions like to get straight to the point, but you my dear," he pulls your panties down and off your feet. He comes back up slowly and parts your legs. He positions his face in front of your core and his hands hold your thighs back, forcing you to be completely open to him.
"You I want to savor."
As soon as his tongue hits you you moan loudly. You grip his perfect hair as he swirls his tongue inside of you. One hand leaves your thigh so he can put two fingers inside of you, and you force yourself to keep that leg where it was at because you knew he would be pleased.
And pleased he was. He moans into you and rewards you by lightly biting your bud. Your grip on his hair becomes tighter as his fingers work inside of you. His fingers swirl your walls, expanding you. He then curves his fingers and begins to pump. He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly, loving the way your breasts move.
Your head rolls back and your back arches as his pumping increases. Unable to hold your leg anymore you curve it around his head. You pull him closer when you can feel your release creeping up.
But he removes himself from you before you could feel that bliss.
"Oh, fuck you Lucifer Morningstar."
"I hope you will y/n l/n."
He gets off the bed to stand before you. You rest on your elbows and watch with parted lips as he slowly removes his belt and pants.
"Oooh," you lick your lips and smile, "So the Devil does go commando."
"Always." He smirks seductively at you, and you get on your hands and knees and crawl on the bed towards him. You give his member a chaste kiss to the tip, then with the tip of your tongue you lightly lick off the pre cum.
Lucifer moans deeply as you take him inside your mouth. You cover your teeth with your lips and open up your throat, making you able to take his full length. He grips your hair with the same strength as when you gripped his. You bob your head up and down, vibrating for extra texture.
He pulls you off of him sharply and pushes you back. You lay on your back and open your legs wide for him. He settles in between you and you immediately cross your legs around his back. He positions himself at your entrance, then looks deeply into your eyes.
"Don't break eye contact." He orders you. You follow his command as he pushes his tip in. You moan and roll your head back slightly, still able to hold his eyes.
Without warning, he thrusts himself inside of you fully and quickly, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut and roll your head back more, screaming to the heavens.
He attacks your exposed neck with love bites as he thrusts. He leaves a particularly large mark on you, "You are mine, y/n."
"Oh yeah, I can agree to that. But," you raise your head and wrap your arms around his neck. You attack his neck with the same strength, leaving your own sizable mark on him, "Only if you agree to be mine, as well."
"I can agree to those terms."
"Good."
He kisses you passionately as his thrusts increase intensity. You both moan into each others mouth. Reaching closer and closer to your climaxes.
You reach it first, gripping him tightly around his hips and neck as you moaned his name loud enough for the club to hear. He follows you, his hold on your hips leaving finger marks as he empties inside of you.
He lays next to you on his side. He positions your body on your side facing him, still keeping you two connected.
You try to control your panting, caressing his face you look at him with all the affection you can muster.
"I love you, Lucifer."
Surprising you, he caresses your face and stares at you with so much passion that you, even him, didn't think was possible for the Devil.
A Devil’s Love [Lucifer & F!Reader OC]
Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise
Chapter 2: Show Me All I Don’t Know
Chapter 3: It’s Not A Date
Chapter 4: I Shall Be Your Nurse
Chapter 5: Goodnight
Chapter 6: I Believe In You
Chapter 7: Hurt You
Chapter 8: Shoot Me Stab Me
Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me?
Lucifer [Netflix]
What A Trick! What A Treat! - Lucifer Cast
I’m Sorry - Angst, F!Reader
Porcelain Doll - Angst/fluff, F!Reader
Confidence - Devil face love, F!Reader
Devil Caretaker - Angst/fluff, F!Reader
Let Me Show You My Love - Smut, F!Reader
Dragon Age
Braiding - Fluff, Scout Harding & Leros Lavellan
Dark Ritual - Request friend’s OC
Updated chapters 1 to 9 of my fic "A Devil's Love" will be up by Monday 7/27! After a long hiatus I'm finally starting chapter 10 [thx S5 trailer!]. Sorry for the wait!
I'll also make sure to work on every single request as soon as I'm done chapter 10 of ADL!
Request: Anon: Can you make a one shot with Lucifer being the readers boyfriend's and she's been locked in her house for days, she barely moves from the couch, hasn't eaten in a while and Lucifer comes to check on her, she not really responsive and he kinda has to make her eat and gives her a bath (Not anything sexual he's just taking care of her) because she just refuses to get up, and after all that he just holds her while she cries. And just fluff towards the end.
AN: This is dedicated to all those who suffer anxiety/depression, I'm with you. Some days are grey, but it picks up again. Keep on truckin'! I'm always here!
AN: Updated August 23rd, 2020 - Grammar. Reupload!
Description: You have it all: dream job as a successful book writer, the best close-knit friends a girl could ask for, and a God damned [literally] beautiful boyfriend. So, why did your depression keep insisting on being a prick?
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Swearing
AO3 / Fanfic Net / Wattpad / DeviantArt
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"Shit."
You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You stare angrily, hoping that would make those dark slithery threads reseed back into the dark corners of your mind.
But of course, it didn't work.
"Why?" You question your ceiling. Your face is turning sad now.
You force yourself out of bed and drag yourself to your bathroom. You throw off your t-shirt and shorts and turn the shower faucet to blasting hot. You step inside and drown yourself in the heat. Your body screams.
Good. Make this feeling go away.
As you wash yourself you think about the amazing night you had.
Lucifer picked you up from your first book signing and took you to LUX, where he planned a surprise celebration party for you. Chloe, Ella, Dan, Linda, Maze, and even your publisher and editor were there to celebrate with you. Since it was such a small group LUX was still open to the public, but your party started before the club opened.
You remembered the feeling of pure joy at seeing your friends all together for you. You remembered the feeling of love you felt for Lucifer for thinking about you so much. You were so happy with your mini family that you didn't even think about the other guests in the building.
But now you were, and try as you might to focus on that love of the night, the hate outgrew it.
Numerous times throughout the night you'd catch hateful glares thrown your way. It was something you were used to whenever you'd hang out with Lucifer during LUX hours.
This time however, you couldn't stop thinking about them.
About the group of girls who gossiped about you. How they can't believe someone like Lucifer would ever be in a relationship with a writer. A nerd.
About the group of men who disapproved of your style, your look. They can't believe a guy like Lucifer would ever sleep with such a "safe" looking woman. How he could be attracted to your non-model body.
About the men and women who blatantly try and try to cut in between you and Lucifer dancing together. How they'd always try to scoot closer and closer to him while you two sat together.
About how Lucifer clearly rejected one girl from trying to sit on him. During then you were filled with pride with how strong your relationship was.
But these dark threads were now pulling up the thought you kept hidden. The thought of how you swore you saw Lucifer look the girl up and down as she swayed away.
You know he didn't, at least not on purpose. It's a natural thing to stare at something attractive to the eye. Hell, you even stared at her.
You know this.
But those fucking dark threads were starting to change what you saw.
You smack your head on the tiled wall. You shut off the water and throw your robe on, not even bothering to dry your body or comb your hair.
You stomp to the kitchen and throw open the cabinets. You grab the first cereal box you see and pour yourself a bowl. You swallow it down quickly, knowing that once the threads take hold it'll be the only thing you eat.
You wash the bowl and walk over to your writing desk. You open up a new word doc and hover your fingers over the keys, hoping something will come to you soon in a last attempt to beat this.
It didn't work.
Your arms fall to your sides. You lean back against your chair and throw your head back. Eyes shut tight, allowing the darkness to take over.
Day 1
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Day 3
You lay in bed. Your blinds and curtains are over the window to keep the space dark. You wake in and out of sleep, getting up only to use the bathroom and drink some water. The rest of the time you lay there staring at the clock, waiting to fall back to sleep.
You check your phone every now and then. Giving normal replies to people so no one would suspect anything.
It took you the longest to reply to Lucifer. The darkness grows stronger as you're filled with self-hatred for lying to him.
But you do it anyways. Giving him the same normal replies with an added emoji here and there.
You hoped he wouldn't suspect anything.
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Day 5
Lucifer is sitting in Ella's lab and just staring at his phone. He doesn't pay attention to whatever crime details Ella and Chloe are discussing. He's too focused on why you haven't been answering your phone.
Unbeknownst to him, the first time you heard your phone ring your anxiety spiked to max and you threw your phone across the room.
"Lucifer?" He looks up to see Chloe and Ella looking at him with concern.
“Have either one of you heard from y/n recently?” he asks. The two women share a look and shake their heads.
“This happens sometimes, Lucifer.” Chloe says.
“What happens?”
“Depression.” Ella sighs, “Swear that stuff is the real Devil.” Lucifer gives her a look.
“She’ll be ok, Lucifer.” Chloe draws his attention back on her, “Just give her some time. She usually comes out of it on her own.”
“But how much time? I haven’t seen or heard her voice in five days already!”
“I usually give her about two weeks before I charge in, but,” Chloe stands before him and puts a hand on his shoulder. She squeezes lightly and gives him a smile, “she has you now. You decide when to charge in and save her.”
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Day 7
You sit on your couch and numbly flick through channels on the TV. You settle for some old black and white show and throw the remote on the coffee table. You curl up into your blanket and just stare at the screen, watching yet not.
Someone knocks on your door and that stirs you alive for a moment, before you settle back into the indent you made in your couch.
I've got no lights on, it's dark. They'll leave when they realize no one is home.
Because in fact, no one is home.
The knocking continues for another minute before it's silent. You take in a breath of relief.
But then the door knob starts to turn.
You hear a familiar whistle, "Dark in here isn't it? Darling, where are you?" You cover yourself more in the covers after hearing your love's voice.
No, please. Not now. You can't see me like this.
He follows the only light source to the living room. He walks into the space and sees the back of your head illuminated by the light from the tv.
"Hmm, terribly gloom in here, darling. That can't be helping." He walks over to your windows, "This should help!" He pulls apart the curtains and opens the blinds to bring in the early afternoon sunlight.
You hiss disapprovingly and hid under the blanket fully. Lucifer has to hold in a laugh at your reaction.
"See? Isn't that better?" You feel the weight of the couch dip next to you indicating he has sat down. You scoot away from him the best you can all wrapped up.
"Come now, love. I haven't seen your face in days!" He goes to unwrap the blanket on top of your head, but your throat makes more sounds of disapproval and you lean away from his touch.
Lucifer wasn't haven't any of it, and there was no way you could fight the strength of the Devil. He unwraps you till your top half is exposed.
You refuse to look him in the eye. You didn't want to see the disgust that just had to be on his face. You haven't washed yourself in days, and knew that your body odor was strong and your hair was all greasy.
But still, Lucifer takes your chin lightly in his fingers to turn your head to him. You take a quick peek at his eyes and your own go wide.
There's no disgust at all, and he's smiling, "There's my beautiful girlfriend."
You still don't give him any kind of response. Your eyes are still wide, but are filling with tears as he runs a palm softly down your face and pushes the oily hair out of your eyes.
He kisses your forehead, "I'm going to make something for you to eat, darling. Here," he takes the remote and flips it to a more modern show, "this will be much more entertaining."
He leaves you alone. The dark threads hold your hands down to stop you from reaching for him. Just seeing him helped you see that small break in the darkness.
Well, he is the Lightbringer.
You turn back to the tv and wipe the wetness from your eyes. These threads weren't ready to let you go so easily. Lucifer realizes this himself when he brings you a sandwich for you and you don't touch it.
He doesn't give up. He cuts the sandwich into tiny cubes and holds one cube at a time to your lips. The shine in his eyes makes you start to tear up again, but it also makes you open your mouth. Little by little, the sandwich is gone and the crack in the darkness grows.
"Good job, love." Lucifer's smile is warm and bright. He gives you another kiss on the forehead then takes the plate to the kitchen to wash it. You then watch him disappear into your bedroom. You can hear water start to run and your heart jumps.
He comes around the corner a few minutes later wearing nothing but one of his fancy silk robes that he left here. He comes over and turns off the tv before looking down at you.
"Ready for a spa treatment, love?" You don't answer, but it seems like he didn't expect an answer. He asks with his hands if he can pick you up, and his smile beams when you remove the blanket from your body and hold your arms up. He picks you up bridal style and walks to the bathroom.
You see he has a bubble bath ready when he drops you to your feet. He helps you undress and get inside the tub. He then removes his robe and sits behind you.
You're worried at first, but when he starts pouring water on your head and scrubs shampoo on your scalp you realize he really is just taking care of you.
Damn it. The waterfall of tears was getting harder to hold back.
You two are in the tub for a good thirty minutes before Lucifer is satisfied. He gets out first then helps you out. He removes the plug in the tub, and you listen to the water running down the pipe as he dries you. He helps you into your robe and sits you down on the toilet. He quickly dries himself and puts on his robe before coming to you with a comb.
It takes a long time for him to get all the knots out, but he never complains. Never comments on it. He just smiles and hums a tune you recognize as one of your favorites as he combs.
Once your hair feels like normal he picks you up, once again bridal style, and lays you on the bed. He walks to the other side and lays down next to you.
You can't take it anymore, "Why?" You croak it out so quietly you think he didn't hear you.
But he's Lucifer, of course he heard, "Why what, darling?"
"Just…" but it's getting harder and harder to speak over the lump in your throat.
Lucifer notices. He lifts your chin up so your eyes can meet, "Darling, I'm here for you whenever and for whatever. Don't ever feel like you have to go through this feeling alone, or that I would somehow be turned off by it." He gives you a feather light kiss and smiles to you:
"You are my love, my light. No matter the darkness that surrounds you, know that I'll be here for you as your Devil caretaker." He winks at the last part and you can't hold it anymore.
You pull him tight to you. Resting your head under his chin you let the waterfall of tears out. He holds you tight and runs one hand through your hair while the other goes up and down your back.
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The next morning you wake up in the same position.
You pull slightly back to look at Lucifer's sleeping face.
Anon: Hi, could you write a Lucifer x fem|reader fic please, were the girl is younger but they fell in love and then he later finds out that she struggles with a slight form of anorexia, not really a serious one but she sometimes not comfortable with eating however she's actually pretty thin and he tries to help her and he's worried.
Description: How is it that friends you've had for years not realize that something is wrong, but your boyfriend of three months does?
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Anorexia, Eating Anxiety
AN: This fic is loosely based on my own personal events. For many, many years I've had difficulty with swallowing food wherever I was, except at home. I used it to my advantage to "lose weight", aka basically starving myself. All that led to was me having an awful stomach ulcer and little to no energy. Thanks to my mom, just last year I finally talked to my doctor about it and she gave me some pills to try. Apparently what I was suffering with was very common. Thanks to these pills I can finally eat out with my friends and family. Though I feel it may have made my depression worse, I'd rather have a few more bad days to being unable to eat. If this sounds like your situation, please talk to your doctor. They're meant to help you, and they won't judge you.
AN: Updated August 23, 2020 - Grammar. Reupload!
"So, what's the plan for your 21st birthday girl?!" Your best friend Becky says across the table.
You, along with your group of friends, are eating at a diner not too far from your college. You've all just had a very successful rehearsal for the yearly college play extravaganza, and decided to celebrate with ice cream.
You pick at the straw in your milkshake, "I haven't really thought of anything."
"Oh please!" Jack exaggerates. He points his spoon at you, "There's no way you can't have nothing planned when you're dating that hunk!"
You shrug, "Really, I haven't thought of anything. I haven't had the time to think of a silly birthday with this play."
"A 21st birthday is not silly, it's important!" Jack complains.
"Seriously, Y/N. Tomorrow you'll finally be legal to raid that expensive bar whenever you want!" Becky sighs into her own milkshake, "An alcoholic's dream."
"Really, it's just a waste on her." Viv finishes her banana split, "You don't even drink heavily. I'll never understand why someone like him picked you."
You chuckle slightly. Neither will I.
You and Lucifer Morningstar first met back when you were a senior in high school. The circumstance wasn't ideal. One of the theater teachers was a creep that no one was willing to out. Then, that teacher set his eyes on you and you tore him up. The school's security sent you both to the LAPD station for questioning.
When you arrived you passed by Lucifer, eyes meeting. You remember him looking quizzically between you and the highly beaten up chubby guy next to you. You didn't see him again until after the police let you out of interrogation saying you were free to go [all thanks to your fellow classmates for finally speaking the truth].
Lucifer sat down next to you as you waited for your parents. He was highly impressed that someone of your lithe frame could take down a guy twice, maybe more, your size.
And since then you two have been in contact. The next time you were both face to face with each other was when he asked you to the local park three months ago and asked you out.
But since then, you two haven't spent too much time together. What with you being incredibly busy with this play and him with his club and LAPD job.
"Hellooo! Earth to Y/N!" Becky waved her hand in front of your face.
You blink, "What?"
"You're phone's buzzin'." You quickly dig through your purse and retrieve your phone.
"Speak of the Devil!" Becky laughs when she sees his name as the caller id.
You snort and hush your friends down before answering, "Hello?"
"Hello, darling! I hope I'm not interrupting your rehearsal." Lucifer's beautiful voice, that you love so much, reaches your ear.
"Oh no, you're not! We actually just finished about 15 minutes ago. I'm at a diner now with some friends."
"Lovely! I'll make this quick then so you can get back to socializing."
"I'd much rather listen to you." You whisper but Becky heard you anyways and punched your arm playfully.
Lucifer's laugh makes you smile warmly, "Well, if I remember correctly, tomorrow is your birthday yes?"
"Yup, it is." Your friends are all focused on you now.
"And it's the big 2-1 for you humans correct?"
"Ah, yes. The big adult number. Yup." You laugh.
"Then, if you have nothing planned, I'd like to take you out. Some dinner, then some wonderful dessert back at my place. How does that sound, love?"
Your face immediately heats up as various thoughts run through your mind. All your friends start wooing and giggling, "Y-yeah, no. I mean! No, I haven't planned anything. And that sounds lovely!" You stutter out.
"Wonderful! I'll pick you up around 6pm. Can't wait to see you again, my dear."
You smile, "Same to you, Lucifer. I'll see you then!" You hang up and are immediately bombarded with questions.
"Guys! Chill out!" You hush them down again, "Yes that was him and yes he's taking me out tomorrow for my birthday."
"Thank You oh mighty Lucifer!" Jack says as he and Viv bow their heads.
"Oh stop that!" You say.
"Where's he taking you?!" Becky asks excitedly.
"He just said dinner and...um…" your fierce blush returns.
"Oooh! My girl's finally gonna get laid!" Jack jumps up and down in his seat.
"Probably just a kiss. You know how she is." Viv replies.
"Well come on! Let's hurry back to the dorm! We gotta help you pick out an outfit!" Becky says and pushes everyone out of their seats.
You're sitting on one of the comfy leather chairs in your dorm lobby. You sit properly in your sparkling dress, hands clenched together on top of your knee, and head held high. An acting technique you learned yourself to quiet the nerves.
You wish you could say you were nervous about the date. You suppose you are, in a way. But not the whole date. Not even about the possible "dessert".
No. You were nervous, maybe more terrified, of the upcoming dinner.
He's going to find out.
No he won't. If your friends of many years couldn't there's no way he will.
He's going to find out. He's going to find out and that'll be the end of it.
Please, you've seen the women on him in his club. He'll love it.
Yeah…
"There's my darling!"
You snap out of it and turn your head to see Lucifer, in a well pressed suit, walking through the entryway to you.
"Lucifer!" You have a genuine surprised smile on your face, momentarily forgetting the nerves, and rush over to him.
He chuckles as you two embrace and he kisses your cheek, "I thought you'd text me when you were outside!"
"And miss you looking positively powerful in that chair? Heaven forbid." He gives you his classic flirtatious smile, making you blush and laugh.
"Come along, darling!" He holds his arm out to you and you take it, "Let the celebration begin!"
Lucifer takes you to what has to be the most expensive restaurant in LA.
You're both led to a corner of the vast room. It's pretty dark, lit only by a single candle on the clothed table and a dim lamp on the wall. As you skim through the menu looking for the cheapest, and smallest, meal possible, Lucifer interrupts your searching when he orders an appetizer.
He chuckles slightly at your raised brows, "Yes, I suppose I should have asked you first, but this dish is delectable darling. You'll love it! Plus, it's cut in shared pieces."
You smile back and hope the dim lighting hid your gulp.
The waiter comes back with the large shared appetizer and asks what you two would like for the main course.
Lucifer stops you again before you can answer, "If you don't mind, my dear, I'd love to get this meal here." He points to an item on your menu, and it happened to be the one thing you avoided eye contact with. It's a fairly large dish with various slices of steak and vegetables. In the small print of the description it says that this dish is suggested for parties.
"It happens to be one of their best, and since this is your 21st birthday I believe you deserve the largest and tastiest item here!" Lucifer smiles brightly at you, teeth and all.
You clutch the menu to not show your shaking body. You give him a small smile back, "Oh Lucifer, you know I don't consider myself as one of those people who think they deserve the best of everything."
"Of course and that's one of the many reasons I adore you, but darling," he leans in slightly. His hypnotic eyes and smile are lite beautifully by the candle, "You're the Devil's partner now. You deserve, and will always get the best."
You swallow again, but not from nerves. This time it was completely heat based.
Lucifer never questioned about your slow eating. Never pushed more food on you. Instead, he made you feel extremely comfortable. He told the waiter to not come back unless he holds his hand up, and you noticed the other tables around you haven't been filled with people.
It was just you and Lucifer, pretty much. Enjoying some amazing food and having wonderful conversations. You felt so at home you ate more than you probably did since...well, freshman year of high school.
Him seeming to work so hard to make you comfortable did make you wonder though…
Currently, you are sitting on Lucifer's stupidly comfortable Italian sofa, watching some mind numbing television. You still wore your dress, but now you had Lucifer's suit jacket over top and shoes off.
"Happy Birthday to you…" You could hear Lucifer's voice faintly coming from his back kitchen. You stretch your neck to look in that direction.
"Happy Birthday to you!" Lucifer comes around the corner. He's carrying a serving tray that holds two wine glasses, a bottle of wine, and a cute little cake.
"Happy Birthday, my darling Y/N!" He sets the tray down in front of you on the coffee table and sits next to you.
"Happy Birthday to you!" He smiles lovingly at you, and your heart is about ready to explode. You give him a hug along with a kiss on his forehead, nose, and cheeks before blowing out your candles.
"What did you wish for, darling?" He asks. You curl into his open arms.
"Can't say, Lucifer. Otherwise it won't come true."
He huffs, but kisses your head, "Silly humans and their superstitions." You both enjoy the comfortable silence before he speaks again.
"Care for a bite, darling? Made it myself this morning."
"Umm…" you froze. Your mind became increasingly aware with just how much food you ate today, "Maybe in the morning. I'm pretty full right now."
Lucifer just hums in response, and that just makes your suspicion about tonight grow.
You lift yourself up, still in his arms but far enough away to look him in the eyes correctly, "Lucifer...I have a question."
He just hums again.
"Do you...um," you swallow and feel the color of embarrassment rise on your cheeks, "Do you...know?"
He hums again before answering, "In part." You instantly deflate and go to move away from him, but he pulls you back just as quick. His hand runs through your hair in a calming motion, "It's nothing to be ashamed about, Y/N."
"How did you figure it out? My friends haven't even realized it."
"Well, when I saw you look just the same after so many years it worried me. Typically I hear from young women the dreaded 'after school 20'. It seems that phase has passed you, dear."
You sigh, "Yeah well, I can't remember exactly when or how it happened, but sometime in sophomore year I started having trouble with eating in a public setting. I couldn't even eat over at friends' homes. Only in my own." You curl your legs up to hold them. Lucifer continues to stroke your hair, "And then I met you and...well…I figured I wouldn't tell anyone and just deal with it. I was a chubby kid, and I was amazed with how much weight I lost so fast."
"Well, I am quite upset to hear that you thought I'd be ok with you starving yourself." Lucifer frowns and you look surprised at him.
"But...a lot of women who are all over you look like me, even less! And you're all over them! I thought-"
"I'm into human women, darling. Not porcelain dolls."
You look away from him. Tears brim your vision, "So, what? Are you disgusted with me now? Or did you just ask me out out of pity?"
"If I was disgusted by you I wouldn't have asked you to be mine, and I don't do pity, darling." Lucifer hears you sniffle.
"My darling Y/N," Lucifer Morningstar becomes incredibly soft. He gently brings his hands to your face and nudges you to look at him, "I've come to care deeply about you, love. And I don't enjoy seeing someone I care that much about in turmoil." He wipes your tears away.
"Allow me to help, darling. You keep going like this...I'm afraid I'll have you for even less time."
You stare into his eyes and can see nothing but truth. Your hands move to hold his face gently. Rubbing his stubble, you slowly bring your face closer. Closing your eyes you and him kiss. Soft, sweet, filled with an unspoken love and promise.
“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise
Description: Chloe's best friend is back, and Lucifer's charm can't seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something...more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]
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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar
AN: Updated July 14, 2020 - Grammar
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Show Timeline: Season 2 episode 4
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“Ladies and Gentlemen! We have arrived at our destination at the Los Angeles International Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight and hope you ride with us again!” A smack to your chest wakes you from a deep slumber.
“Ms. Earth! We've landed. Can we please hurry off this plane?” your assistant, Alice Green, pleads to you.
“Geez, Ali,” you groan while stretching in your very comfy first-class seat, “The whole reason I got us first class was so you'd be more comfortable.”
“Over 6 hours, Ms.”
You yawn, “Alright, alright. Let's get off. I'm eager to go too, actually.” You give Alice the shooing motion and she's more than happy to oblige.
After grabbing your luggage from the always too fast conveyor belt, you treat Alice to the most elegant airport food you can imagine: McDonald's. As she went to town on her banquet you call a cab to pick you up in thirty minutes, then stare at a blank text message screen.
“You ok?” Alice asks after swallowing a mouth full of chicken nuggets.
“You know, it amazes me how you can eat like a potbelly pig and still be a size three,” Alice raises an eyebrow at you while stuffing more in her mouth. You sigh, “Should I text her now? Or just surprise her at work?”
“You've told me before that she usually doesn't like to be interrupted when on duty.”
“Yeah, you're right.” You start to form a devilish grin on your face and place your phone back in your purse, “Her job it is then!”
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“Seriously, Detective! Name three friends you could have drinks with right now,” Lucifer Morningstar pokes at Detective Chloe Decker.
“Well, I can't name three,” replies Chloe rolling her eyes, “I can name one, but she's on the other side of the country.” She pulls the car up to the crime scene and parks.
“Wait, you actually have a friend?” Lucifer smiles cockily. Chloe gives him an annoyance stare then gets out of the car, walking quickly inside the crime circle.
“Well, you need to make more friends! Especially since now I know it seems you're capable of doing so." Lucifer, very easily with his long legs, strides right next to her, “Stress is a terrible ager, Detective. Go to a bar, get drunk, and talk about your woes to the patrons! I promise it'll make you feel better.”
“Talk about my impending divorce and possible homelessness with an eight-year-old daughter to complete strangers? Yeah. Sounds super relaxing.”
“Doesn't it?” Lucifer smiles that grin again and Chloe responds with a pissed-off expression. Thankfully, Detective Dan Espinoza cuts in with the crime details.
“We've got a young female. COD unknown.” Dan looks back and forth between Lucifer and Chloe before settling on her.
“ID?”
“None,” Dan says with a sigh, “No personal belongings. Only thing of note is a triangular ink stamp on the inside of her wrist.”
“Oh wait, I think I can actually help here!” Lucifer stops the men carrying the woman's body and points to the stamp, “This is a very common thing you'd see at a nightclub. You know,” Lucifer looks at Chloe and raises his brows, “where people go to have fun.”
“And then get killed. Yeah, mhm.” Chloe shakes her head at her partner.
“Well, that part usually doesn't happen.” Lucifer pulls his phone out, all attention now on the tiny device.
“We did find an abandoned vehicle registered as an Uber.” Dan steps in, “No driver.”
Chloe nods in thought, then grabs Lucifer's phone and starts searching, “I was searching safe nightclubs for you Detective! Other than my own, of course.”
“Uber IDs are usually linked to the driver's phone,” Chloe says, ignoring Lucifer, “not the car, and now we've got his number...Looks like our guy is on the corner of Crescent & Third.”
“Impressive.” Lucifer smiles down at his partner.
“Yeah, it's called police work,” Chloe replies, hiding a smile as she hands him back his phone.
Lucifer places the phone in front of his mouth, “Let's solve a murder!” “I can assist you with that.” “Ha! You have to love these things!”
“Lucifer-” but before Chloe could scold him one of the K9s on scene starts to bark. The three of them look over in that direction and see an officer having trouble controlling the dog.
“I thought those things were supposed to be trained.” Lucifer cringes.
“That's Buster. Just turned a year old and still training.” Dan answers. The poor officer can't control Buster any longer, and the dog snaps free and runs to an approaching party.
“Oh my-” Chloe's eyes go wide.
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“Well hey there little guy!” You smile as Buster jumps on you and licks your face. Alice smiles and softly laughs, “You completely ruined my cover, dude! I was planning on sneaking up on my old BFF.” Buster whines softly, “Aw, it's not a problem bud. Now go back to your officer.” You point towards the officer, who looks completely embarrassed, and Buster follows your command.
You look to Chloe, smile and wave, “Hey Chlo-Chlo! Long time no see, huh?”
“Earth?!” Chloe gets the biggest smile on her face and rushes over to you. The two of you have what looks to be the biggest, and tightest, hug in the world.
“Well I'll be damned,” Dan says softly, then smiles and walks towards the trio of women. Leaving behind a very confused Devil.
“What are you doing here, Earth?!” Chloe smiles and holds onto your hands.
“Business over in New York is in good hands now. So I figured, why not open up a vet on the other side of the country too?” You smile and squeeze Chloe's hands, “Plus I get to be back home, work on my K9s again, oh yeah! And be with my BFF.” Chloe smiles and embraces you once more.
“Hey, Earth,” Dan comes up and holds out his hand, “It's good to see you back.”
“Daniel,” you accept his handshake and respond coolly, “You're lucky you brought Trixie into the world. Otherwise, I'd be living up to the threat I gave you at the wedding.”
“Yeah…”
Lucifer coughs.
“Oh, right,” Chloe composes herself, “Earth, this is Lucifer Morningstar the LAPD civilian consultant.”
“And her partner,” Lucifer smiles at you and holds out his hand.
“Ah, so you're the weirdo who thinks he's the Devil!” You smile back and accept his handshake, “Chloe's told me a lot about you. All bad things, I promise.”
“Is that so?” Lucifer's smile grows, “Well I wish I could say the same about you my dear, but I'm afraid the Detective has never mentioned you. Well,” Lucifer side glances to Chloe, “not until the ride over here.”
“Perfect timing then,” you reply, “and I'm not surprised she hasn't talked about me. She's very hush-hush about her childhood.”
“Yes, I've noticed that.”
“Earth!” Chloe eagerly moves the conversation in another direction, “Who's your friend?”
“This is my rising prodigy and assistant, Alice Green!” You properly introduce her to everyone.
“It's nice to meet you all!” Alice shakes everyone's hand, lingering longer on Lucifer.
“Nice to meet you too, darling.” Lucifer smiles seductively at your assistant, and you can see her blush.
“So!” You clap your hands together loudly, knocking Alice out of her daze, “I just came to say I'm back. Go on, go back to your investigation.” You make the shooing motion once more, “We're going to head to our hotel and get some rest. Going back in time is sooo draining. Text me when you're done and free to hang out, Chloe!” You wave your goodbyes then push Alice back to the cab.
“Well, Detective,” Lucifer smiles down at her, “Looks like you've got no excuse now not to go have fun.”
“Looks like it.” Chloe smiles back.
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The music's popping in Lux. People dancing, talking, and making-out all around the place. Everyone looks to be having the time of their life.
All except for a certain Detective who has yet to de-stress.
“...there was tissue damage to Daria's stomach lining caused by liquid nitrogen, the stuff that makes those fancy cocktails smoke. It's probably how she ingested the poison-”
“Amazing work as always Detective,” Lucifer interrupts her, “but you just made my trio sha-bang run away.” Lucifer looks longingly at the trio of beautiful women who are no longer in his arms.
“Second,” Chloe continues like she hasn't even heard him, “I assumed that Daria was at a club on Gower and we found an abandoned building on the corner. The place looked like it had a party recently.” Chloe moves over to one of the small tables by the bar as she talks, looking over the paperwork.
“Fascinating,” Lucifer says sarcastically, following her.
“I was wondering if you could make some phone calls to help me out?” Chloe looks to Lucifer, “You know, since you seem to have your fingers on the pulse.”
“I'd much rather be pulsing-”
“I know that hood.” Mazikeen Smith, Lucifer's demon bodyguard, was listening in from the bar, “There's a great tiki bar across the street from that building. I know the bartender.” Maze downs her drink.
“I'm not surprised.” Chloe shakes her head.
“Let's go have a drink there. Ask about the dead girls.” Maze pushes.
“That sounds like a very good lead, Detective!” Lucifer's smile practically covers his entire face.
“Did I just hear you guys talk about that tiki bar on Gower?” Ella Lopez, an LAPD forensic scientist, comes back from dehydrating in the bathroom, “I love their pina coladas!”
“See that Detective?” Lucifer smiles at Chloe as he takes a swing of a drink a waiter just gave him, “Why don't you text that lovely friend of yours too?”
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“Got to say, I'm surprised you guys didn't realize that this was Chloe's idea of a ‘girls night'.” You sit next to Maze and Ella, who Chloe briefly introduced you to before she ran off to ask questions of the patrons about her case.
Maze's eye roll was practically a growl, and Ella just smiles and shrugs her shoulders while she finishes her second pina colada.
“Well, I did manage to gain some new info.” Chloe finally returns to the bar and sits next to you. She opens up her case file and starts to go through the papers again, “The bartender said something was going on in that building. I put a call in for a warrant to the judge. Just waiting to hear back.”
“Great,” Maze forces a smile and shoves Chloe's abandoned drink into her hand, “have a drink!”
“Uh, no. I think I'm going to call it a night,” Chloe starts to pack up her paperwork, but you grab her left wrist to stop her.
“But I just got here!”
“Sorry, Earth...look we can-”
“Hey ladies.” Dr. Linda Martin, the Devil's therapist, gives a concerned smile as she sits next to Chloe.
“Linda?” Chloe looks shocked, “What are you doing here?”
“Maze texted me saying it's girls night.” Chloe looks over at Maze who just shrugs and motions again to the abandoned drink.
“Sorry Linda, but-”
“Oh no no no, now I'm stepping in!” You snap and Chloe looks at you, “Look Chloe, you've done all you can for tonight, and I know you've got a lot on your mind right now. Your weird partner is right.” You put a hand on Chloe's shoulder and squeeze, “You need to have fun and relax.”
“I agree.” Linda nods and you two formally introduce each other while Maze and Ella both share their agreement. Defeated, Chloe sighs, sits down, and slowly starts to sip her drink.
For a first night out since being back in LA, you aren't surprised that it turned into a bar fight. First it started slow, with the group sharing something about themselves or what was on their mind, and that seemed to make Chloe more comfortable. Then two drinks became four, and you find yourself singing terrible karaoke with the girls even though you only drank water. Maze tried to make you drink and you responded with, “You're here to get Chloe drunk, not me. I saw that phone picture to him.” Which seemed to shut her up, but she glared at you the rest of the night.
The fight broke loose when the detective in Chloe came back in full force. She noticed some slum of a guy with the same triangular stamp on the wrist and brought him over to question with Ella. Then, the slum's girlfriend comes up and just punches Chloe. You and Maze didn't stand for that and started fighting the people in the bar, while Linda hid under the bar table and Ella splashed water on people. When everything finally calmed down Maze stopped glaring at you and instead gave you a look of approval for your fighting skills.
Chloe got even more info on her case from the slum. He said the place he got the stamp was a sex club party that always moves to different places each night.
As the group dispersed, Chloe stopped you and said she will text you to meet at her mom's when she's officially over with the case.
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“I can't believe it was all a setup!” Chloe complains while she pours you and her a glass of water. You take a sip of the water and continue to listen to her ranting, “‘You need to go make friends, Detective’,” Chloe mocks Lucifer's voice, “‘Go get drunk and forget about your woes’,” Chloe sighs and slumps into the couch next to you, “Now, thanks to that drunkenness, I'm going to have Maze as a roommate.”
“I don't think it's so bad.”
“You've only known Maze for a night, and you can basically grasp her personality from that.”
“Aw, come on Chlo!” You nudge her leg with your own, “Yeah she seems kind of...scary, but she's an amazing fighter. Good protection for you and Trixie,” you take another sip of water, “and besides,” you wrap an arm around Chloe's shoulder, “Lucifer may have set it up, but you did have fun and de-stressed right?”
Chloe sighs and lays her head on your shoulder, “Yeah, I did.”
“See?” You smile and rest your head on hers, “And now you have a good group of girls to have drinks with on your own. You know…” You swirl your water in the glass, “I was scared when you told me about your new partner. I thought, ‘How could a guy who calls himself the Devil be good for my Chlo?’” You sit up and look Chloe in the eyes, “But I think...he's actually a good guy. A nice guy.”
“Yeah,” Chloe smiles warmly at you, “he is.”
“Good.” You cough, “So,” you place your water on the coffee table, “is it more than just partnership?” You wiggle your eyebrows.
Chloe laughs at you and smacks your arm, “No! Absolutely not!” You both have a good laugh before settling down.
You two talk for an hour before Chloe informs you she has to go pick up Trixie from school. You both say your goodbyes at the door, but Chloe stops you:
“Hey, Earth?” She looks and sounds concerned.
“Yeah?” You look back at her through the doorway.
“You sure you'll be alright coming back here? I mean…”
“Don't worry, Chloe." You give her a reassuring smile, “I've dealt with my demons.”
“Okay, good, but you know if you ever need someone to talk to come to me.” Chloe smiles then looks like a light bulb clicked on in her head, “Or if you need a new therapist, I do recommend Linda. It may not seem like she's good since she's his therapist and he still insists on being the ‘Devil’, but she has helped Lucifer with other problems.”
“Thanks, Chlo. I'll think about it.” You smile and wave before you head to your rental and she to her own car.
“Yeah,” you say to yourself as you start up the engine, “it's good to be back.”
Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]
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AN: For those of you who read the Lucifer comics, in about 10 seconds you may be able to figure out where I'm getting ideas for Earth's background! *cheekydevilface* But don't spoil it for everyone! To those who haven't read the comics: please do. Then watch the tv series again. You'll love all the easter eggs.
AN: Updated July 25, 2020 - Grammar, Major story change
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing, Torture
Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 15
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It's about that time. You can move your back again and when that happens, even just the smallest movement, punishment begins once more.
You lay on your dirty bed face first. It's faint now since they've been torn from you, but you can hear the Discarded coming down the hall. Slowly making their way to your door.
You slowly come to a sitting position. Legs hanging over, palms gripping the mattress, and a death stare at the door.
The heavy steel door opens and you're greeted with a small army of Discarded lead by the only other being alive besides you and Father.
"Please d...don't fight." The brown-haired boy steps into your room. A couple of the Discarded come in as well.
You grip the mattress tighter, "You always ask that. You should know what my answer is by now."
The boy sighs and moves his shoulders back. His wings come out and spread to their full length. He pulls out a familiar syringe.
You slowly open your eyes. This wasn't your old home of steel walls and chains. You're in what looks to be a jail cell, but with bars all around. You slowly lift your head, the pain from multiple hits causing you to blackout for a second. You move your body to carefully sit on the bed. Looking around, you see that the cell is placed in the center of a room. Like an animal's circus cage, put on display for all to see.
"Bout time you woke up." The voice startles you. You whip your head around, big mistake, and see a man sitting in front of your cell.
Despite your body's warnings, you lunge at the man, but that's when you realize your hands and ankles are bound by heavy chains.
"Hm, interesting…" the man says to himself. You squint to get a better look at him, but he positioned his seat to cover his top half in the room's shadow. All you can see is the man's expensive and lavish looking shoes, pants, and a heavy coat. He's also holding a cane on his right. You're not entirely sure, but the cane's top looks like a type of whale.
"Who are you?" You ask. Your voice is incredibly gruff and dry.
The man doesn't answer. He instead waves his free hand up and you hear a click to your right. Looking, you see the cell's door open and a man comes in. He's holding a glass of water and a plate with bread.
"Don't be stupid." The new stranger says.
Does he even realize he left the door open?
You run as fast as you can towards the opening, which was still pretty fast considering the situation your ankles are in, but you stop just short of freedom when a shocking sensation courses through your body. You scream and fall. Managing to keep your eyes open, you see that the bounds on your wrists and ankles are electric. When the pain stops you can see the man in the seat has a remote control.
Oh yeah. He knew.
"Told you. You all are always stupid." The stranger in your cell drags you back to your bed, "At least ya didn't hit me. Yous people usually hit me and ruin your dinner."
"A cop has a much better mindset than the usual ones I get hired to take. Sure it helps too that this one has been through something like this before." Says the sitting man, who you figure is the boss.
The man in your cell places the water and plate down on the floor in front of you. He then walks away and locks the cell door behind him, "That why you told 'im you need more money? Cause she'd be a feisty one?"
The boss doesn't answer. He lifts his hand in the same motion as before and you watch the stranger exit through a door behind his boss.
The boss crosses his legs, "I suggest you drink some water. It would be a shame to ruin your voice with all the questions you're about to ask."
You just stare at the shadowed man.
He sighs, "None of the water or food you receive will be poisoned. I wouldn't be as rich as I am if I let my captures die on me. Bad business practice that is."
You slowly pick up the cup and down its contents, keeping an eye trained on where you believe the man's eyes to be.
"Better now?" He asks after you put the cup back on the floor.
You stand up and shuffle over to him. You sit in front of the bars to be as face to face as possible. Unfortunately, you still can't make out any facial features.
"Who the fuck are you?" You hiss.
"Yes, I do suppose you were expecting someone else, but fear not little doe." The boss leans in so you can see his top half, but he keeps his head in the dark, "Your father shall have you back soon enough."
"Who are you?!" You yell. You grip the bars and shake your chains violently, "Are you with him?! Are you-"
"Hush down, doe." He leans back into the chair, "I am not a direct accomplice to your father. Never even met him. He just hired me to capture you."
"I am called The Kidnapper. America's most infamous person at making people disappear. I am a simple businessman, that's all. Nothing extra special than that. Can't say the same for you though."
Your head begins to pound again. You remove one hand from a bar to grip your head.
"Though I will be asking him if I can keep those fancy chains and the formula for that shot. Especially if I'm now going to be capturing you folk more."
"Stop…" you grit your teeth. The pain is becoming unbearable to the point where your nails start puncturing your head, "What…"
"Poor confused little doe." The Kidnapper tisks and stands, "You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you. That is also when you shall be dropped off to him."
No. Please…
"They'll find me…" you manage out. You squint up at The Kidnapper. He's silhouetted by the light from the open door, "They'll always be looking for me."
An entourage of LAPD forces flood your home. Brighter lighting is set up in every dark corner. Ella and extra forensic workers are flashing their cameras constantly. Dan and other detectives inspect every nook and cranny of your place. Maze watches paramedics try to awaken Alice, who they moved onto the couch.
And Chloe, with all her might, is trying to not freak out about her BFF being kidnapped and her partner being completely out of it.
Lucifer hasn't moved an inch since they came. He still stands on your balcony. Hands still gripping the railing. He keeps his head held high. He stares at the night sky with burning eyes. His mind filling up with awful, monstrous thoughts.
He doesn't even budge when he hears Alice finally come to, but he does listen in:
"How are you feeling ma'am?" A female paramedic asks.
"Groggy." With the help of the paramedics, Alice rises to a sitting position, "Scared."
Lucifer turns his head.
"I don't want to bother you as soon as you wake up, Alice, but…" Chloe starts.
"No, it's completely alright." Alice moves so her legs are over the front and she sits straight, "We need to find Earth as soon as possible."
"Agreed." Chloe nods. Maze goes around Alice. Lucifer moves to lean against the frame of the balcony door.
"From what I could see everything looked completely normal in Earth's place." Alice begins as the paramedics look her over, "I go to the coat closet and notice the door slightly ajar. Right when I was about to call Earth a man came out."
"Did you happen to get a good look at him?" Chloe asks.
Alice shakes her head and looks disappointed, "No. He, and all the men that came out, were dressed in all black. The only part of their bodies that you could see were their eyes. Everything else was covered."
"Sounds professional." Dan comments.
"Sounds like they know better than to get hair or skin particles on anything," Ella says from the floor of your bedroom.
"But right before I fell I managed to scratch one in the eye! Look-" Alice raises her hand, then looks shocked. She brings her hand to her face to inspect her fingers.
"They...they washed my hands!" She yells.
"What?" Chloe asks, disbelief in her tone.
"Yes! Even under my nails!" Alice's eyes start to water.
"They also got rid of their shoe prints in the dirt of the plants," Dan says.
"And there won't be any prints since their hands were covered." Maze says, pissed.
"Damn it." Chloe hisses.
"This situation sounds familiar." Everyone, including Lucifer, looks up and sees Agent Monroe entering your apartment.
"Familiar?" Chloe questions.
"Throughout the years all around the country, there have been attacks like this." Monroe says as he walks to the group, "Usually the victim's place remains intact, but from the descriptions of these men and how no leads are found adds up."
"Who are these guys?" Alice asks.
Monroe looks at her, "They work for the-"
"The Kidnapper." Lucifer finally speaks, and it seems to startle the group. They all turn to him wide-eyed, then back to Monroe.
Monroe nods, "Yes."
"I've heard the stories, but doubt they were true. I just figured the 'missing' person simply didn't want to be found." Chloe looks between the two men.
"That's how the case gets closed after a time of no leads." Monroe replies, "But no, Detective Decker. Most of those 'mysterious' kidnappings are The Kidnappers doing."
"So, what happens now?" Dan asks.
"Now we continue scavenging this apartment from top to bottom, corner to corner, crack to crack." Monroe answers, "We'll still take a sample from underneath Ms. Alice's nail, despite them cleaning it, and we'll stare at the dirt on the balcony until we're positive we can't spot a print."
"Hey! I may have something!" Ella yells on the floor. When she looks up she notices that she's next to Lucifer's foot, "Good thing you didn't step this way, big guy!" She says looking up at him.
"Oh?" Lucifer says. He moves out of her way and the rest of the group, except for Alice, surrounds her.
Ella flashes a bright light on a spot on the floor, "Looks like I got a tiny bit of blood here! Still looks fresh too! And-" she takes her tweezers and lifts something from the ground. It's incredibly thin, almost impossible to see, but of course, Ella Lopez finds it.
"Is that-"
"Yup! A needle!" Ella interrupts Chloe excitedly, "No vial attached, but I'm hoping there's still some juice in it."
"Excellent finds Ms. Lopez." Monroe praises.
"Do we have a time limit?" Chloe asks Monroe.
"I'd say we have a week. That seems to be The Kidnapper’s favorite time length."
"Then let's get bloody started already!" Lucifer says. He pushes through the crowd and leaves your apartment. Chloe follows him and Dan, Maze, and Ella (with possible leads bagged) follow soon after. Monroe stays a while longer to help the other detectives and scientists find any more clues.
"You're still mad at me." You said with a mouth full of pizza.
Your apartment was quiet save for the chewing of good pizza and the tv. Lucifer hadn't said a word since you asked what pizza he'd like. While he ate he just stared blankly ahead of him.
Your words finally got him out of that daze, "I'm not mad at you, darling."
"Then what's with the silent treatment?" You took another bite, "You always talk."
"Just pondering is all."
"About?"
"Who you're so scared of."
You sighed and leaned back on your couch, trying your best to sink into it.
Lucifer set his plate down on the coffee table and turned towards you, "Darling, I have hundreds of resources at my beck and call. Whoever is causing you fear I can take care of."
"You sound like the Godfather." You tried to joke. Lucifer didn't laugh though. He looked serious.
You sank further in. After moments of silence you caved, just a bit, "Lucifer, when I tell people they become leverage against me. Only Alice and Damien, who runs my NY clinic for me, know the whole truth. Chloe barely knows anything, but I'm afraid that because of my closeness to her she'll end up like-"
You stopped. Too much information.
You finally looked at him, "I don't want more people hurt."
"Better than a Godfather, I'm the Devil." You huffed and started to turn away from him, but Lucifer gently pulled you out of your hole and held your hands, "I hate to say it, but besides my Father and brother no one can really harm me."
"Amenadiel?"
Lucifer chuckled, "Absolutely not! I was talking about Michael. But-"
"How many siblings do you have?" You asked with a raised brow.
"Too many, though...one less." You saw that quick emotion of regret cross his eyes before he returned to normal, "K9 the point is, I can and want to help you. The fact that someone has this hold over you makes my blood boil."
"Why?"
"I…" Lucifer looked down at your joined hands. He squeezed them, then gently rubbed his thumbs on your palm, "I don't know." He looked back up to you, "Please, darling."
You looked at him. That strange feeling in your chest grew, making you want to spill everything to him and cry.
But you can't.
You squeezed his hands then pushed them, him, away, "I can't, Lucifer." You said with a regretful smile, "I'm sorry."
The defeat from his eyes and body made you hate yourself, but this was for the best.
"I...can tell you the other reason I left. Chloe knows this one, as well as everyone else."
Lucifer leans against his glass railing, looking at the LA sunset while lost in the memory. He takes one long huff of his cigarette and slowly blows it out.
"Hey." Chloe comes up behind him and leans with him.
"Detective." He says distantly.
"You ok?" She asks. Worry clear in her voice and eyes.
"Depends." He says and flicks the ashes off the bud. He watches the particles fall to the street, "Any news?"
Chloe looks at the sunset. With a sigh, she says, "No. The lab is still trying to get DNA from that little blood sample."
Chloe watches him take another long drag of his cigarette. She sighs and goes to leave him. No sense in trying to talk to him when he's in this kind of mood.
"Detective."
Chloe turns around and looks at Lucifer's back. Surprised, she says, "Yeah?"
"Do you know why K9 left?" He asks the sun.
"Um yeah," Chloe is confused now, "To get away from her adoptive family. They were horrible to her and she wanted an escape from them, but Lucifer," she takes one step closer to his back, "I questioned the Hammers already, and they were very adamant in not even knowing she was back. Which I expected." Chloe moves closer to place a hand on his shoulder, "I'm confident they don't know anything."
"Of course." Lucifer's reply is still distant, "Just curious is all, Detective."
Chloe wants to say something to cheer him up, but she's not sure what. So, she pats his shoulder and leaves.
Lucifer takes in one last drag, "Of course she doesn't know anything. She told you as much didn't she?" He flicks the bud off the railing and stares at his disappearing sun:
Chloe and Dan are inside Ella's lab. For the tenth time, they look through all the photos taken of the crime scene. The entire lab table is covered in photos.
Chloe snaps first, which makes Dan's head rise up. This was very uncharacteristic for his ex-wife, but then again this is her closest friend in danger.
"What is taking so long?!" Chloe hisses. She grinds her teeth and mindlessly moves photos.
"It was only a small, very small, sample found Chloe," Dan says.
"I know, but this is a cop! One of ours taken!" Chloe's hands ball into fists.
"You know Monroe took Ella to the FBI's lab for better testing."
"Which means it should be faster getting a result! Besides…" Chloe breaths in and out. Calming her herself down, she starts to look somber, "I'm starting to worry that the blood sample won't be of who we need."
"Chloe." Dan reaches across and takes hold of Chloe's hand. He gives her hand a small squeeze, "We're going to find her."
Chloe doesn't seem to hear him though. At least, she doesn't nod her head or look him in the eyes.
Dan sighs. Pulling back he looks through the windows behind Chloe, "Where's Lucifer?" He asks, agitated. Lucifer is her partner. Why isn't he here helping?
"He's not in the right mindset to help, Dan."
"Really?" Dan scoffs.
Chloe looks up at him, "What?"
"Just doesn't seem like Lucifer to get so worked up, unless he and Earth are closer than I thought."
"Lucifer cares about his friends, Dan." Chloe snaps.
"I think it's more than just that, Chloe."
"CHLOOOEEE!" Chloe was just about to question Dan further when she hears her name being yelled. Chloe looks behind her and sees Ella zooming down the stairs and running towards her lab door.
Chloe quickly opens the door so the poor woman doesn't run into it. Ella skids to a halt and slams a folder down on the table, causing numerous pictures to fall.
"I GOT HIM!" She yells triumphantly.
"What?" "Who?" Chloe and Dan say together.
"That blood sample is, by the Big Guy's grace, from one of the invaders!" Ella opens the folder and spreads out the info. Dan and Chloe stand behind her as they look at the results.
"His name is Jerry Carter." Ella starts, "Age 23. Has no current criminal record."
"Sounds like it might've been his first job." Dan comments.
"Yeah, poor kid." Ella shakes her head. She pulls out a page, "But from the looks of all these addresses, definitely someone who would work for the elusive Kidnapper."
"My God." Chloe takes in all the addresses, "The Kidnapper seems to move all throughout California."
"With a time frame of a year too," Ella says. She points to all the dates and sure enough, each one is about a year apart.
"This will take longer than four days to stake out each one," Dan says. He looks up to Chloe and sees the worry in her eyes.
"It will definitely take a long time, but Monroe has a bunch of teams already going to half of these places." Ella points to the locations marked with a star, "He gave these to us because they're closer."
"Let's get started then." Detective Decker is back on the job, and that makes Ella and Dan smile.
Ella and Dan leave to recruit some of the K9 officers to help out because, despite Miller's betrayal, a lot of your officers love you.
Within 24 hours Monroe's team found Jerry Carter. Much to Chloe's disappointment, however, Monroe took him to the FBI base instead of the precinct.
"I understand you want to find your comrade and friend, Detective Decker, but you and others in the precinct are too personal. I need Mr. Carter to talk, not feel threatened." Is what Monroe told Chloe when she showed up at the base.
Much to Chloe's confusion and worry, Lucifer didn't seem too upset or bothered by it.
"Hello, Detective Decker. This is Agent Monroe." Monroe's professional voice comes through.
"What's the story?" Chloe says. She's on the edge of her seat.
"Mr. Carter told us about their attack on Ms. Earth, and he gave a few of the Kidnappers holding locations, but my gut is telling me he knows more."
"Lucifer can get it out of him," Chloe says immediately. Lucifer looks down at her with a raised brow. He just arrived.
"I do have impeccable timing it seems." Lucifer comments.
"That's precisely why I'm calling, Detective. I've heard about Lucifer's talent at getting people to talk, and with only two days left we need Mr. Carter to talk." Monroe replies.
"Agreed." Chloe looks up at Lucifer and nods, "We're leaving now."
The FBI base in California is far from the LA precinct. Chloe was disappointed when Monroe found the guy, but now she's worried that since Jerry was found so far away that meant you were far away too. She knows there's no time to waste now.
The ride to the base was about two and a half hours and during the whole drive, Lucifer said nothing. Chloe tried to get him to talk, to ease her nerves, but he'd reply with short answers or a simple hum.
Lucifer seems to start back to life when Chloe parks at the base. They both quickly exit the car and head inside the building.
"Thank you for coming-"
"Where is this chap?" Lucifer interrupts Monroe.
Monroe motions for the two partners to follow him. After some lengthy corridors, they stop in front of a metal door.
"Mr. Carter refused to answer with all our eyes on him. So, we moved him to this more secluded spot. We can't see or hear what's being said inside, but there's a recorder working on the table." Monroe says.
"Wonderful." Lucifer smiles. Chloe should be happy to finally see one from Lucifer, but that particular smile made her feel uneasy.
Monroe opens the door for Lucifer. Chloe tries to squeeze in but he stops her, "I think it's best for just Lucifer to talk to him. If he's as good as your reports say we need no other distractions."
Chloe, reluctantly, agrees. She watches the door close behind Lucifer. Monroe motions for her to take a seat next to him on the opposite wall. She has to do more waiting.
You stood behind your vet clinic. You've just finished your last surgery for the day and you needed a breather.
Leaning back against your building you listened, well half-listened, to Lucifer on the phone. Day three of the stakeout with no results.
Instead of being focused on the conversation Lucifer was trying to have with you: a case that led him to the most expensive school in California and something about igniting a blade, your mind continued to replay the nightmare, or maybe memory, you had a night before.
All around you is nothing but trees, grass, and dirt. You take a deep breath in. The air tastes so good here. You want to stay here forever.
But you know your Father is going to find you. You have to be quick.
You kneel on the ground and place your palms together, something you've seen your brother do when he can't find Father. You've also seen your Father do this when calling for the lonely red man.
In your mind you scream for help. Scream for freedom, and tell your location as best you can.
You stand and quickly run back to your cage, so as not to be caught.
What may have been days later, you wake to a cold aura staring at you.
You squeezed your eyes shut and closed out Lucifer's voice more to try to remember the image in front of you, but all that came back was the same memory that flashed before you in Lucifer's bathroom.
A man. Strong and muscular under his white armor. His wings darker than your darkness.
"Who are you?" You ask.
You notice his grip tighten on his sheathed sword, "He has heard you and has sent me to give you what you seek." His voice is booming. His voice is cold.
You shiver.
In a movement you couldn't see, the man appeared behind you. He grabbed hold of your--
Static started filling your mind.
He pulls.
You scream.
You gasped for breath and slid to the ground. You heard Lucifer's distant voice call out to you, and saw that you had dropped your phone.
You scrambled for your phone, "I'm fine!" You said quickly.
"Sure as hell doesn't sound like it, darling. Did you see dog boy?" Lucifer's voice sounded concerned.
"What? Oh, no. No. I was just, um." You took a shaky breath in and breathed out. No point in lying, "It's just I had a bad nightmare last night. I can't get it out of my mind."
"A silly little nightmare makes you react that way? I'm going to need to have a chat with an old friend."
"I'm fine, Lucifer. Really." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Actually...I've got a question for you."
"Oh? Do ask."
"Ok, so I'm going to pretend for a second that you're actually the Devil-" Lucifer sighed on the other end.
"Lucifer, do you...um...hear people?" You asked.
"Every day, darling. I'm hearing a bunch right now." He replied humorously.
You sighed and rubbed your temple, "No, Lucifer. I mean…" You swallowed again. This was such a ridiculous question.
"Do you hear prayers?"
"Ah." Lucifer went quiet.
You panicked, "Yeah, dumb question. Was just humoring you-"
"I do, well used to. Still can, I should say." He suddenly replied, "I'm sure you can imagine the kind of prayers the Devil gets. I got sick of it." He said with a hint of venom.
"What is it, like, an on-off switch?" You joked.
"I wish." He replied seriously, "No, K9. I had to train for many centuries to have those twisted requests quiet down."
"Oh…" You weren't sure how to react, "So, what happens now when people pray to you?"
"I may have a slight buzzing in my mind every now and then, but I've grown to ignore them."
"Ok." You replied, accepting the answer.
"So, do you believe me now?" He asked hopeful.
You scoffed, "Of course not, Lucifer. It was just a rhetorical question."
You're pulled from your daze by the footsteps and murmurs outside the door.
You slowly rise from your cot and walk to the front of your cage to hear better. You're not sure how many days it has been, but obviously significant enough to weaken your body and make your stomach scream. The bread and water these people gave you were not enough. It was like they were purposely weakening you.
That thought is only further proven with how many times you've been shocked. Every now and then your body would react like it was being shocked when no one was around with the damn remote. Not a good sign.
Besides the men that came to give you the food and empty your waste bucket, you've had no company since the Kidnapper himself on day one. It made you stir-crazy, but one good thing is that you could hear better in the silence.
You press the side of your face to the bars and push as far out as you can. You pick up some chatter.
"Can you believe it?"
"Not good for Jerry, that's for sure."
"Has this ever happened before?"
"No, but considering how the boss ain't worried it's no big deal. Cops only got two days before we leave."
"Right. Smooth sailing, eh?"
The voices laugh, then become too hard to hear as they walk away.
Two days?
"You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you." The Kidnapper's voice comes through your mind.
You panic.
Shit. Shit shit shit!
You stumble backward and trip on your ankle chains. Your still wounded head pounds madly. You slowly go into a kneeling position and wait for the stars to go away.
If you had enough water in your system you'd be crying right now.
Instead, you lift your heavy shocking cuffs and stare at your dry palms.
"Hello there Jerry-boy!" Lucifer sing songs into the room.
Lucifer takes in Jerry's Carter appearance with a smile as he sits across the man. Curly brown hair, white, brown eyes, petite build. No one special.
Good.
"I already told ya'll everything I know," Jerry says. He looks Lucifer up and down.
"Ah, these FBI chaps don't think that's the case, Jerry." Lucifer's smile is wide. His eyes don't match it. "So, they asked me here to persuade it all out of you."
"Ya can't hurt me." Jerry sits confidently, "Who even are you?"
"Oh! Where are my manners? Lucifer Morningstar." Smile still on, Lucifer holds out his ringed hand.
Jerry doesn't take it. Instead, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Right. First my boss goes all crazy sayin' an angel spoke to him, and now I'm talking to the Devil. Ya'll Californians are crazy."
"Well that's some new info spilled." Lucifer leans in, "An angel spoke to the Kidnapper?"
"Ain't like them government jockeys would believe it. 'Course another crazy would." Jerry crosses his arms and leans back.
"Hm, well as interested as I am that's not what I'm here for." Lucifer stands, "The Kidnapper took a friend of mine, and I want her back." Lucifer holds his hands behind him and slowly walks around the table, "I believe you're the one that attacked her, correct?"
"Everyone was attacking her, buddy. Freak of nature if ya ask me. Never seen a bitch fight like 'er."
Within a blink of an eye, Lucifer has Jerry hoisted up in the air with one hand and the other hand pushing down the pause button on the recorder. Lucifer's smile turns twisted as he watches Jerry try to squirm free.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Jerry-boy."
"Let me down you fr-" Jerry freezes mid insult. His mouth is still open, his eyes are as wide as saucers, and he's visibly shaking.
"See something you like?" Devil Lucifer is out, red eyes and skin. His smile is still twisted.
Lucifer plops the human back on the metal chair and leans in close, "When I press play you are going to give me every location of your boss's holdings. You are going to give me names and in the future, I will find you again so you can properly apologize to dear K9 and tell us about this angel."
Lucifer stands straight, "Are we clear Jerry-boy?" Jerry is still in frozen mode. Lucifer sighs and slaps him across the face, making Jerry fall face-first on the metal table.
Lucifer pulls his head up by his hair and burns his red eyes into Jerry's soul, "I said are we clear?"
"Yesyesyesyespleasedon'thurtme." Jerry says all at once.
Lucifer returns to normal and smiles, "Wonderful." He let's go of Jerry and presses play, "I believe you have information to spill Jerry-boy?"
And spill Jerry did. He lists every location the Kidnapper holds people in California, places where the man himself could be staying, and gives names on every accomplice he knows of. Satisfied, Lucifer leaves the broken human with a smile and strides out of the room.
"So?" Chloe fast walks to her partner looking hopeful.
"You know me, Detective." Lucifer winks at her and she smiles back.
"Thank you, Mr. Morningstar," Monroe says sincerely and quickly walks in the room to grab the recorder. When he returns he tells Chloe to call her trusted co-workers to meet them at the base. Once everyone arrives Monroe leads everyone to an interrogation room. He places the recorder on the table and hits play.
Lucifer stands in a corner while everyone else writes down notes on their pads. The back of his head starts to itch and he scratches it, a bit too forcefully.
"You ok?" Chloe whispers to him.
"Hm? Oh yes." Lucifer forces his arm down and smiles at his partner. "Just an itch."
You sit against your bars with your back towards the door. You don't move when you hear the door open and footsteps come towards you.
"You've got 24 hours, little doe. Then you'll be back home." The Kidnapper says behind you.
"Home." You whisper out. You twist around to look at him and are surprised to actually see him. You take in his details carefully. Grabbing hold of the bars with shaking hands you push your face against the bars.
"I'm going back to Hell."
"Yes well, normally I don't regret my job, but in your case…" He sighs and walks closer to you, "Sorry doe. I'm protecting the human race by doing this. Your Father said so."
You lean away from him and stare, "You're just as crazy as he is, as I was."
He shakes his head, "No little doe, you've forgotten. Forced to forget. This is the only reason I have regret in this, but you'll remember. Eventually." He turns away and walks out the door, leaving it open as a joke.
You start to shake and hyperventilate. You crawl over to your cot and kneel, hands together.
Lucifer. You pray to him.
Please, Lucifer. I'm banking on this. I've got nothing left. I don't know how far I can get in this state. If anything you said is true, please. Please save me.
Lucifer and Chloe have been out since early morning checking out locations. Each one had been a bust so far, and Chloe was starting to get worried. She knows time is running out.
Meanwhile, her partner was getting agitated by the hour. She thinks it's because of them having no luck. When in truth, though that definitely is a reason, the insistent itch in Lucifer's mind was not going away.
Bloody Satanists. Dad only knew why now he was having trouble calming the prayers, but he's getting sick of it. It's getting in the way of finding you and Lucifer wasn't having it any longer.
While Chloe talks on her phone to give Monroe, Dan, and the other groups another no go update, Lucifer stays further back. He shuts his eyes and lets the voices in.
Of course the usual murderous pleas and psychopathic prayers came flooding through, but Lucifer focuses his mind on the one new soul who keeps hounding him.
Lucifer.
No...that can't be right. Lucifer focuses on this voice.
Seriously, Lucifer. I'm starting to feel like a hopeless idiot in this cage.
It is! Lucifer’s eyes open wide in shock and joy, but doing so shut your voice out. He quickly focuses once more and instantly hones in on your prayers. He listens intently while searching for your location.
He sees you in a cell, kneeled by an uncomfortable-looking cot. He looks around to see empty space. He looks further out, and now he's in tight hallways.
Still not enough!
He goes as far out as he can without losing your connection. He sees what looks to be a ship's haul with a rope embroidery stamp and hears water, as well as other humans getting the ship into gear.
There!
His eyes open and he runs to Chloe, "DETECTIVE! I KNOW WHERE SHE IS!"
You haven't moved from your stance since you started praying to Lucifer. Your body felt stiff, but you're ready for whatever comes next.
You hear the door open and footsteps come to your cage door, "Time to get going, sweet thing."
The man opens the door, comes to your back, and lifts you up by the underarms. You slam the back of your head into the man's face and keep steady while he stumbles back. Ignoring the stars you see, you spin around and wrap your chains around the man's neck. His eyes bulge at you. One hand grabs at your neck while the other reaches into his pocket to pull out the shock remote.
He presses it and starts to smile at your pain, but you push through and tighten your chains around his throat. His face turns blue and you twist your arms to crack his neck. You fall to the ground from the constant shock and blindly grab for the remote. You click it off and smash it to pieces.
You give your body a minute to stop convulsing, then stand and shuffle out the cage and to the edge of the door. You listen from inside the room and can hear some kind of commotion coming down the right hall. You peek out of the door frame, look from side to side, and then shuffle down the right hall.
"LUCIFER!" Chloe yells at her partner as he storms out of her car and heads for the ship. "We need to wait for backup!" She yells getting out of her car.
"No time for that, Detective! The ship's ready to sail!" He yells without looking back.
Lucifer walks straight to the ship. He knocks out a couple of unsuspecting dock workers then walks onto the ship.
It's massive, but thanks to your prayers he knows just where you are.
He takes a couple of stairs down then hides in the shadows at the sound of voices. He pulls out a pocket knife and runs it across his palm.
He smiles when he doesn't bleed.
Good girl, Detective.
"Hey, freeze!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
The two men walking down the hall pull out their guns and aim it at Lucifer when he comes out.
"Here to rescue someone, chaps. Now if you'll excuse me-"
The men shoot as soon as Lucifer takes a step. He stumbles back, but smiles viciously.
"Now, why'd you have to do that?" Lucifer changes his face and the men scream. They fire relentlessly as Lucifer walks to them. Lucifer slams the men against either side of the walls and continues forward.
Eventually, he comes across a more open room that's connected to other halls. He wants to go down the hall you're in, but there are a dozen or so men holding him at gunpoint.
"You know, I expected someone like the Kidnapper to have better defensives than this. Shame, really." Devil Lucifer speaks to the crowd.
"Holy fuck-"
"It is true! Everything the boss said-"
"We can't fight the D-"
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP AND FIRE!"
You just finished bashing your chains against your third victim when you hear the gunshots coming from up ahead.
You stumble forward. Along with your constant shaking body, pounding head, and fatigue, that last guy gave you a gut-wrenching punch and a bullet wound on your thigh. It's just a graze, but losing blood is something your body can't take right now.
By the time you get close to the opening of a new room the gunfire dies out and it's just screams. You brace yourself for a couple of seconds, then storm the best you can into the room.
You freeze. Bodies of men lay all-around a singular man standing in the center of the room. His back is towards you, but you recognize that kind of suit anywhere.
But his head...where is his hair?
"Lucifer?" You choke out.
He turns, and you come face to face with the Devil himself. His skin is charred to an awful degree. The white of his eyes are pitch black to make his blood-red eyes pop.
Lucifer smiles, "K9! I-" he starts to walk towards you, but stops at the look on your face.
