It should be soon! Honestly been in a little slump about it, trying to work around all that New Found Conflict, you know? But I should get started on it again, soon. <3
Nobody look at me I'm losing my mind because of @theprettiestlamb's tags and this is how I imagine CWBS Them except it's Lucifer lounging in the booth seat with his arm around her shoulders and neck in play chokehold while she giggles and tells him to let go but he's acting like he's got no idea what he's doing (whilst trying to light a cigarette inside just to be annoying)
The next week she sat at their usual booth. Lucifer had said he’d been there before her when he called her the night before, but by the time she arrived Michael said he hadn’t seen him yet today. Still, she decided to be patient. It wasn’t like him to be late, and also they’d just started dating, so why would he flake on her now? Her hands gently pulled at her gloves, looking around the diner as it was virtually empty. Where was he? Why hadn’t he come by yet? She looked down at her little wrist watch, seeing the time tick by. She’d been sitting there for about thirty minutes, and she wasn’t used to not having breakfast with Lucifer, anymore.
“Michael?” She asked, walking over to the counter where Michael read his newspaper and drank his coffee. “Do you think you could try calling the house? Maybe Lucifer overslept.” Michael looked over to her, putting his paper down a bit,
“Lucifer didn’t come back home last night.” He admitted.
“Shurley’s.”
“He what!” She exclaimed, shocked by his calm demeanor, “You didn’t even think to look for him!” Michael’s mouth opened and he looked away, not expecting her to be yelling at him. He remained calm, answering her with his best excuse, “It’s not usual for him to stay out, he’s a big boy–”
“But you don’t even think to see if he’s home?” She demanded, her anxiety starting to go through the roof as she moved back and forth, her hands starting to crawl up into her hair. As she began to panic, the diner’s phone began to ring. Michael made his way over, putting it to his ear and trying to ignore the way she was staring into his soul with a desperation he’d never seen before.
“Is that Lucifer?” She asked, her hand reaching for the phone but Michael kept it away, putting an arm up to keep her at bay. All she could see was the back of Michael’s head, his black hair slicked back neatly as he wore his managerial uniform.
“Mike–”
“Lucifer!” He hissed into the phone, turning his back away from Lucifer’s girlfriend who looked about ready to leap over the counter and talk to him.
Michael let out a huff as Lucifer spoke into the phone– turns out his brother had gotten into a fight and the police had been called. Lucifer was currently using his one phone call from the jailhouse up the street and needed to be bailed out. Once he hung up, she was back in Michael’s face, her usual shy demeanor completely gone as she was now worried sick about her boyfriend. It seemed she was the only one who was worried about him, as Michael just acted like this was nothing new. Grabbing his jacket and motioning with her, Michael made one of the staff temporary managers before heading out the door with her.
Lucifer, on the other hand, sat in an empty jail cell, still dressed in his regular black leather jacket and ripped jeans. He’d meant to go home the night before, but he wanted to take a walk instead of drive. As he was getting close to the house, a group of guys around his age stopped him, making a comment about how he needed to “get a job,” “stop hanging around the diner like some homeless freak,” and “maybe stay away from that nice girl for once. Quit bothering her, you’re just going to drag her down with you.” He could handle the comments about his looks, about himself; but you don’t bring her into this. Admittedly, Lucifer swung first, and was outnumbered no matter how well he fought. He’d also had a bit to drink on his way home, and as his ass now sat on a cold cell bench, he even had a shiny black eye to show off.
“What did you do.”
The deputy opened the door, and all he saw was a flash of pink as she raced towards the cell. Her hands gripped the bars, and Lucifer stood, confused and concerned as to why she was here, he didn’t want her to see him like this.
“Hey– the hell are you doing here?”
“Are you okay?” She asked, tears stained on her face as she saw the black eye he had. Her hand reached through the bars to touch his face. His eye was clearly swollen and he couldn’t see too well. The right side of his vision was a complete blur, and he had to move his head to see Michael coming in behind her.
No, “Are you okay, Lucifer?” No, “Can you see Lucifer?” Just, “What did you do.” Like it was an accusation, not a hint of sympathy in Michael’s tone as he kept his hard stare on his younger brother. Lucifer frowned, feeling his frustration build as he continued to grip the bars. Her touch was so gentle on his face it made him want to cry, but he couldn’t. Not right now.
She frowned at this, refusing to believe it. Lucifer was her best friend, her lover. She loved him and she’d defend him until she was blue in the face.
“They– they fucking started it.” Lucifer argued, looking between her and Michael. Michael and Lucifer were used to this, but this had an air of a different kind of tension about it. “What happened?” She asked softly, trying to move herself closer to him through the bars. “I need to get you some ice–”
“Those assholes were saying I was gonna hold you back.” He replied, trying to keep his face stoic and repressed, but the bitterness was in his voice. “Said I was just gonna ruin you and embarrass your fucking family’s reputation because of who I am.”
“Who did it?” She asked quietly, and he let out a scoff with a shake of his head.
“Very cute, you’re not defending my honor.”
“I said, “Who did it!” She snapped, staring up at him with determination, her face hard. “Tell me, I’ll take care of it–”
“You’re going to have hell to pay when I decide to get your ass out of here. You have no right to speak to her like that.”
“What do you think you’re going to do, huh?” He asked, his tone matching hers. “You think you’re just gonna go up to these strangers because I said something, and then I have to get you out of the hospital when they beat your ass close to death? Not happening.” His voice was low, watching her every move.
“Go home.” He said, his heart aching as he said. “Just go home and forget about me.”
“What–”
“Go. Home.” He barked, pushing himself off the bars and away from her. Before she could really process it Michael had grabbed her arm and was escorting her out of the room. The elder Shurley turned to Lucifer once she was out of the room, his own voice low and almost dangerous as he spoke,
Lucifer said nothing as Michael left, glaring at his back as he walked out.
“The fuck am I going to do now?” Lucifer finally whispered harshly to himself, throwing the pillow around his cell in anger.
Hey guys I think I’m gonna delete chapter 8 of CWBS and rewrite it. I keep thinking about it and it’s completely rushed, so I’m going to delete it to try and rewrite it so it doesn’t feel so off
hihihi what are just some cute little headcanons you have for your characters
Hi hi!!!
CWBS y/n has an Angel Winged heart shaped locket with a picture of her and Lucifer in it
A neighbor friend of GMA Lucifer allows y/n to take credit for the cakes she bakes for y/n and Lucifer to enjoy and he acts like he doesn’t know
Before they start dating GMA Lucifer has y/n as his lock screen (but he changes it before she comes over) and it’s a really pretty candid he took one day while they were hanging out and getting closer
BL y/n makes Lucifer’s lunches every day even if he doesn’t eat it in front of her or his friends he’s still grateful someone cares
CWBS y/n always initiates affection but Lucifer plans their dates
CWBS Lucifer sneaks into her room even tho they spend the whole day together and they lay there and talk until she falls asleep before he tries to remember to leave
CWBS Lucifer has fallen asleep in her bed but he was on top of the covers while she was under them but her parents didn’t say anything when they caught them
BL y/n sneaks into Lucifer’s bed in the mornings sometimes before they date but he’s such a light sleeper he just ignores her and she just plays on her phone before he actually wakes up but occasionally he’ll give in and cuddle her on his own (to her surprise)
GMA Lucifer fell in love first but she was absolutely interested first
For my other Y/N’s, Shy tugs on Lucifer’s sleeve for his attention and he always bends down to hear her
Reg is affectionately referred to as Lucifer’s “Little Killing Machine”
Shy makes Lucifer pictures and he hangs them up in the Throne Room in Hell
If Reg says she’s gonna take a nap she’s bringing Lucifer with her— no, she doesn’t care that he’s in a meeting, it’s nap time. Or she’ll nap on his lap during.
Shy calls him Daddy the most and openly, she only calls him Lucifer when it’s super serious
hi :) what would your lucifers do/think if someone else was flirting with y/n
Hi there!!
BL Lucifer (depending on if they’re dating or not) would probably stand close enough that she knows he’s there if she’s uncomfortable but far away enough that if she doesn’t want him there he doesn’t have to immediately step in. Usually Gabe is there to be her fake boyfriend but Lucifer will occasionally indulge her if it’s just Them. But if they’re already dating and someone flirts with her, he’ll just glare them down and hold her close to him because he wants everyone to know that’s His Girl and She Doesn’t Want Anyone Else. If she does pretend to flirt, it’s only to make him jealous because she wants to see if it’ll flip a switch that he could possibly lose his annoying shadow one day.
CWBS Lucifer’s had to tell the occasional person that They’re Dating (even before they started) if they showed any interest in her, because he wasn’t going to let some creep think he’s good enough for her. He’s already (as seen in chapter 6) had to threaten to beat the shit out of someone just for making her uncomfortable, so if someone’s actively trying to make her laugh or something, he can just come up behind her and show his pocket knife to anyone who can’t take the hint that she’s taken (especially when she’s looking around for him and telling them No). She doesn’t care much for flirting with people she doesn’t know, so there’s not a realm of possibility she’d ever try to be with anyone else before They date.
GMA Lucifer is kinda tricky, seeing as there’s a 20 year age different and people can’t tell if he’s her dad or her uncle, let alone her boyfriend. Before they start dating, he’d watch her body language to see if she’s even interested in the person talking to her (she’s usually not, there’s not even an Off Chance she would be). Since she’s not, he’d usually wait and see how she handles herself before stepping in and telling them to back off because she said no. If they don’t listen, then he’d get physical. If, for some reason, she does flirt with someone else, he’d probably stew in his feelings to himself that he’s Too Old for her and that he’d never have that kind of chance with her in the first place, but he’d still try to look out for her.
hi!!!! what do you think the first “i love you”s are for your characters?!
I’m giving these out for free because I love you all
Brutal Love:
Lucifer walked into his room from the shower, wearing his towel around his neck and some pajama pants. She sat on his bed, staring out the window into the night as he wrapped his arms around her waist in a behind hug. She wasn’t startled, leaning into his touch as he began to kiss her hair, behind her ear, then her neck. They’d been sleeping together for months now, but they still hadn’t told Gabriel. Lucifer laid her down with him, holding her close as he just touched and kissed her as they spooned.
“I love you.” He mumbled, holding her tightly so she wouldn’t leave. “I love you,” Lucifer repeated, mumbling it into her ear. She said nothing for a moment, the tears starting as she processed his words. “Me?” She whispered, her voice barely there as she still looking out his window as he caressed her. “You.” A few tears fell onto his pillow as she tried to understand. “I love you, Lucifer.” She moved to face him, his fingers immediately wiping the tears. “I love you,” His expression was calm as she spoke, repeating herself over and over as he answered with, “I know.”
“It’s always been you, Lucifer.”
“I know, baby.”
“You really love me?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not a joke?”
“No.”
“Are we gonna be together?”
“We’re already together, dummy.”
CWBS:
They walked in the park hand in hand, Lucifer flicking his knife in his free one as he squeezed her hand tightly. It was dark as they strolled down a pathway, and she wasn’t scared when she was with Lucifer. Meanwhile, in the silence, he was just filled to the brim with feelings and had no real idea on how to deal with them. He was scared, scared she’d reject him, scared she’d break up with him if he told her how he felt. That he didn’t want to lose her and wanted to give her anything and everything if it meant he’d keep her.
“Lucifer?” They’d stopped, and he was certain this was it. They were over and she’d never want to see him again, she was tired of being seen with the town delinquent who was gonna end up in prison one day. She wanted someone who could actually provide her with a future and a stable, safe life. He watched a tree for a few moments, not looking at her as he gathered his words. She frowned, reaching over for his knife which took him by surprise as he watched her movements.
She walked over to the tree he was staring at, trying her hardest to break the bark as she tries to carve their names into it. The heart she made was a little off center and she wasn’t very good at it, but it was so her, and he almost couldn’t help but laugh at her actions. Not to make fun of her, but the fact that she did something as cheesy as carving their initials into a tree for everyone— for everyone in town to see. The realization hit him like a truck as she turned to look at him, handing him his knife back before holding his hand again and leaning up as she always did to kiss him.
“I love you, Lucifer.”
“You do?”
“Mhm.”
“I’ve been in love with you for two months.”
She smiled up at him, “I think I’ve got you beat on that.”
GMA:
Lucifer sat at his kitchen table reading his newspaper, hearing her come downstairs in his shirt before she leaned over his shoulder to give him a kiss. His hand reached the back of her head, keeping her there before they released the other.
“Um, Daddy?” She nervously looked around his kitchen, something on her mind as she fidgeted with her hands. It was almost like she was gonna cry as he put the paper down and reached a hand out. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He spoke softly, grabbing her hand gently as she tried not to tear up. “Can I please make you breakfast?”
“Sweetheart-“
“Please?” She felt so hurt and dejected that he wouldn’t let her, she really tried when she was able to! But cooking is hard and she’d get so excited to do things for him that she’d always end up burning everything. Lucifer stood up, wrapping her up in a hug, “You wanna make me breakfast?” She nodded, clinging to him as she cried a little. “Okay, let’s make our breakfast. But let’s do it together, so we can take our time.”
As they stood at the counter, she quietly watched him break a few eggs before he came up behind her, handing her the spatula so he could maneuver her movements. The tears were still there as he’d lean down and kiss her hair, telling her what to do next and to not get too excited before adding bacon and giving her little encouragement. Before she knew it they were done and it only took about ten minutes, toast included. He made her plate and she just stared at his as he went to go sit at the table.
“Come eat with me.”
“We made breakfast.”
“You made breakfast.”
“But you helped me.”
“You made our breakfast, baby.”
“It’s not burnt, Daddy.” She began to cry again as he got up and ushered her to the seat next to him, “No, it’s not, I’m so proud of you.” He moved her seat close as they sat almost elbow to elbow as she picked at her food, not eating. Lucifer looked over, kissing her cheek and soothing her hair, “I love you.”
“But I can’t cook.”
“Yes you can, you just need patience. Now, I’m gonna repeat myself: I love you, and I know you cooking for me is your way of showing me you love me, too.”
She nodded, wiping her tears. “I love you, Lucifer.”
“I know, sweetheart. I want you to eat now because I can’t reward a good girl on an empty stomach.”
