For a fic, could you do one of Lucifer accidentally revealing his devil face to Trixie?
This is part 3.5 of the Devil May Care series from the 2019 Prompt Fic Fill! Enjoy! Unbetaed.
They had a triple homicide and Lucifer was stuck on the steps of an elementary school. No, the murders hadn’t happened at the school, nor were any of their suspects associated with the school. Lucifer wasn’t here for business, he was here for Beatrice.
Three weeks ago she’d been kidnapped by mid level drug pushers and Lucifer would be damned twice over if he let that happen again. Chloe had protested the first time he told her where he was going, but after about two days she’d stopped rolling her eyes and had started shooting him grateful smiles. He knew it was wrong, but Lucifer couldn’t help but feel guilty every time she gave him an appreciative peck before he left the precinct. It was his fault this had happened in the first place. His reputation in the underground crime community caused Beatrice’s kidnapping. He’d punished those responsible, but a large part of him still felt obligated to tithe to stay in the Detective’s good graces.
But that wasn’t the only reason he was here. The cartel the miscreants worked for had placed a hit on his head. They were originally from Detroit, and Lucifer assumed that they hadn’t quite learned that threatening the Devil wasn’t the best action to take; not when he ran LA’s criminal underworld, anyways. The hit didn’t bother him, of course. They wouldn’t kill him, and Lucifer was willing to play the waiting game until they stepped over the line. However, what did bother him was that they’d already proven that they were willing to kidnap innocent children to get to him. And Lucifer would not stand for that.
So here he was, watching screeching children stream out of the school and waiting to see Beatrice’s smiling face among them. She appeared after a few moments, and when she saw him, she began running.
“Lucifer!” she shouted and crashed against him in a poor attempt at a hug.
By now Lucifer was used to it. The first few days had been cringeworthy, but he was making progress. At least he’d stopped flinching each time she reached out her arms for a hug.
Lucifer patted the top of her head. “Hello urchin.”
Before he could ask about her day, a sound drew his attention to the car behind the Corvette. A man in a stained flannel met his gaze. His face had two diagonal scratches running the length of his nose to his temple, and his hair was cropped close to his skull. Upon their eyes meeting, the man drew the flannel aside. There in the waistband of his baggy jeans was a handgun. How typical, Lucifer thought. Despite the cliche attempt at intimidation, Lucifer cupped Beatrice’s head and pulled her into his side.
The man jerked his head in Lucifer’s direction and then motioned to the car. He let his flannel cover the gun again and crossed his arms, tattoos and muscles bulging with the movement.
Lucifer’s eyes swept over the man. He guessed he was hiding a little more than just a single pistol. He did a cursory glance around them, making sure nobody was watching too closely, before calling upon his Devil face. He smirked as the color slowly drained from the man’s face. A beat later, he was scrambling back into his car. Lucifer bared his teeth to give him a little extra boost.
Lucifer would have watched him drive away if not for the small gasp that came from his side. Immediately, a cold finger of dread curled around his stomach. Slowly, Lucifer looked down. Beatrice was already staring at him, eyes full of wonder and something he couldn’t describe.
She’d seen him. She wasn’t supposed to see him.
Lucifer snatched his hands away from her. “Now Beatrice--” he began.
“That was so cool, Lucifer!” She hugged him tighter and Lucifer felt his heart clench.
“That was so cool. I can’t believe you scared that guy so easily. I wondered what your face looked like after you beat all those guys up last month! Daddy wouldn’t let me see you until you looked like you again, at least kinda. I saw your wings, and those were cool.” Beatrice finally let go and climbed happily into the Corvette’s passenger seat. Lucifer blinked, stuck in a daze. She turned back to him. “Are you coming, Lucifer?”
Lucifer shook his head to clear away the haze that had settled there. Then he gave her a real, genuine smile. “Yes, of course.”