𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Caught between a loveless marriage and a past you can't forget, you return to LA, the City of Angels. As old flames rekindle, you're faced with the consequences of your choices. Would you still make a decision that could destroy everything you've built over the years to experience the emotions you've longed for?
“For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.” – Romans 7:19
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With your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket, your face buried in a thin scarf, and the warmth of your breath that was soaking into it, it was making you shiver, and your thoughts were thrown back to the ritual of smoking a cigarette. The need to smoke bit into you; thinking of lighting one was still addictive and punishing at the same time. It had been years since you quit smoking, right before you got married to your husband, because he had always hated the smell. Still, your husband was behind you and always had your back regarding your decision to turn your life around, and he became a shoulder to lean on in the change from a reckless young adult into a now responsible and mature woman.
But lately, this routine that you once liked so much seemed to turn into a cage with no way out. The fights with your husband had become more frequent, and his constant work stress added more to the high tension between the two of you. You both were too tired to talk openly to each other anymore and with the same empathy that used to exist. Last night was pretty much no different. A silent dinner, a few short words exchanged between the two of you, and some annoyed glances at each other, until he then got up and went to his laptop in the living room, while you went to the bedroom to read one of your books.
It was days like this, where you felt overwhelmed by your life, that your mind began to wander back to him, to Lucifer Morningstar. You had left Los Angeles almost ten years ago to chase your dreams, leaving him and everything else behind after you came to the realization that it felt more like a simple friendship to you, which had scared you more than it should have. Although you had kept in touch by texting each other every now and then, you hadn't talked to or seen each other in years.
The sun was now setting as you got into your car, and you knew that the decision to visit the City of Angels once again came from some deep, restless part inside of you, and you convinced yourself it wouldn't be a mistake before sliding off your wedding ring and letting it fall into one of your pockets.
Suddenly, a message from your husband appeared on your phone. Apparently, he won’t be home for dinner tonight. He was staying out late with a colleague. Relief washed over you as you replied with an excuse about having decided that you were going out with your best friends anyway before you set the car in motion and headed towards Los Angeles.
A few hours later, you saw the familiar evening lights of what you once called home. You aimed for the LUX, the spot that Lucifer owned. Soon enough, your eyes scanned the room, looking for the one person you hoped to see as you exchanged a few words with familiar faces, but your mind was solely focused on Lucifer.
And there he was. The presence of him hit you hard—the lights, the music... It was overwhelming, and you quickly made your way to the bar, where you sat down. The face beside you? Familiar. She hadn't changed a bit, still looking fierce and gorgeous.
Maze immediately looked at you, recognizing you quickly. "There's no way... is it? Is it really you?"
"Hello, Maze," you said, nodding in her direction and smiling at her.
"It’s been a while! Ten years?"
"Close enough."
She whistled. "Lucifer’s going to freak out when he sees you; you know that, right?"
You smiled again, taking a sip of the drink that she handed you. "Where is he now?"
"I don't know. Probably around somewhere and probably smoking."
Your heart raced as you tried to control your excitement and nervousness. You sipped your drink further, trying your hardest to distract yourself. Then the door opened, and you felt that familiar presence. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you, making you grip your glass tighter.
"Now, look who’s graced us with his divine presence," Maze announced almost sarcastically.
You turned around, and there he was—Lucifer Morningstar. His eyes met yours with shock before he tried to hide it like usual. He wore his trademark suit, the one that always made him look like he owned the world.
"What in the world are you doing here?"
"Hello, Lucifer. Have you lost your manners in the last decade?"
"I just didn’t expect you."
"You didn’t have to. I just stopped by."
Lucifer only grunted and sat down next to you for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. He took a whiskey Maze handed him and sipped it, his silence speaking volumes.
"I just needed to get away, you know," you started, but trailed off, knowing he would see right through you.
"Finish your drink. I don’t want to talk here."
You nodded, finishing your drink quickly. Lucifer was tapping the counter impatiently, and Maze gave you a knowing look as you left. "Good luck, babe," she mouthed, winking at you.
You followed Lucifer into the elevator and then to the parking lot. Right now, his attitude annoyed you, since he used to be so different with you back then, and as soon as you were outside, he stopped and turned around to you.
"Where's your car? I will hold the door open for you."
"What? Excuse me, please? What did you just say?"
He only smirked slightly instead of answering you as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. So you approached him slowly, placing a hand on his arm and feeling his muscles through his suit.
"I just thought you might want to see me again," you said softly, looking down to the ground.
"Do you think I’m not happy to see you?"
"The way you’re reacting right now, wanting me to get into my car and leave? No, not exactly."
"I just didn’t expect to see you again in LA. You simply surprised me."
You continued holding his arm, squeezing it a bit. "I simply missed you. Is it that wrong?"
"Your fault," he mumbled, finally lighting a cigarette. He took a drag and offered it to you. "Want one?"
"No, I quit years ago, don't you remember?"
He raised an eyebrow. "And do you still always do what your boyfriend wants? Do you follow his rules? Do you obey him?"
"Don’t be an asshole, Lucifer. It’s just complicated, okay?"
He handed you the cigarette anyway, and with a sigh, you took a drag. He leaned against your car, looking out over the city. The lights of Los Angeles twinkled like a thousand little stars.
"You’ve changed," he said after a minute, watching you from the corner of his eyes.
"I never changed. I grew only up."
"No, you’ve changed."
"I’m still me, just... older."
You stood in silence. Lucifer had always been a man of few words around you, but he said so much merely by being there.
"Why didn’t he come with you?" he suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
"He’s busy, working on a case."
"How did you end up with a lawyer, I wonder?"
"If you knew him, you’d understand. He’s dedicated, passionate, even."
"He took you away."
"I know. And that wasn’t my intention."
"Aren’t you here to find yourself again?" Lucifer asked, looking at you for a moment.
"No…"
"Then why? Tell me."
"I'm here because of you, Lucifer. I needed to talk. To feel at home again."
"You can't just show up out of nowhere and expect everything to be the same as it was before."
"I did it without thinking."
"You, who plans everything down to the last detail, doing something spontaneous?"
"I just wanted to see my best friend again."
But Lucifer was right, and you knew it. It was strange to be back in Los Angeles without having really thought about it or thought of any consequences. But the feeling you had in your soul blurred every logical thought.
He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you toward his car.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" You asked, but didn't fight him.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see."
"A surprise? What's the plan?"
"Be quiet and sit tight." Lucifer grinned as he started the car.
After the silent ride in the car, you reached the outskirts of a familiar area, where he soon led you through a wrought-iron gate to a small, charming house with a great view of a lake. The very first things that caught your eye were a marble kitchenette and a leather sofa facing a TV that was mounted on the wall, but most especially so, the floor-to-ceiling window leading out to a terrace and the lake that looked nearly as big as the house itself.
"Is this a new place of yours?" you asked him.
"Yes, indeed, it is," Lucifer confirmed with pride. "But that is not the actual surprise. Follow me." He guided you out onto the terrace. "It's a little dark already, but can you recognize the view? Do you remember it?"
You furrowed your brow, following his gaze, and gasped as you finally realized and remembered. "Is this the place that I think it is?"
"Yes, the very spot where we spent that beautiful evening," Lucifer confirmed. "I simply thought you might appreciate the nostalgia and that I bought this place in the end."
"But how did you manage to rebuild all this?" you asked, quite overwhelmed.
"Hard work and a bit of devilish charm," he teased, turning to face you and smirking at your reaction.
You remembered that night clearly—with just Lucifer and yourself—when you were talking about your dreams and your future under the starry sky.
"This is incredible! I'm so happy for you, Lucifer," you admitted, though tears were forming in your eyes.
"You're happy for me because I bought this place?" Lucifer's eyes softened, searching for yours while he asked. "Then why do I think there's more to it than that? More than simple happiness?"
You turned away from him, blinking back tears. "Forget about it. I'm sorry; I didn't want to ruin your surprise."
Lucifer closed the distance between you quickly; his face was serious but still calm and composed. "Will you tell me why you really left back then? I don't really believe that your boyfriend could hold that much power to rip you away from everything that was so loved by you."
"You know exactly why I left," you finally said, looking at him again.
"Sure... Of course, I do. Because I always do." Lucifer answered with disappointment in his voice.
You nodded slowly, biting down on your lower lip, unsure how to proceed. "I think that I probably should go home," you whispered, the guilt creeping in, just wanting to drive back home to your apartment and forget about everything.
But Lucifer clenched his fists. "Perhaps you should, yes," he agreed reluctantly, taking a step closer to you. "But not before this," he mumbled, closing the distance between your lips.
Lucifer crashed his lips onto yours, pushing you back against the patio door. There was no denying at this point—this was so much more than just a friendly reunion. It was bringing back to life a love where the flame had never actually gone out.
He broke away slightly as he led you back into the house, his hands removing your jacket, and soon enough Lucifer loomed over you inside his bedroom, his eyes searching yours for permission and reassurance. You nodded, and he kissed you again—deeply and almost desperately.
His hands were touching your body as his lips nuzzled kisses down your neck, and you could feel your body arch into him, begging for more, which was enough for the two of you to quickly get rid of each other's clothes.
"I can't wait any longer," Lucifer confessed, his eyes locked with yours.
You met his gaze, your heart racing as you nodded, and he smiled, slowly guiding you onto the bed. His touch was almost soft as he positioned you beneath him.
For a moment, Lucifer looked at you, mumbling, "You are more beautiful than ever."
You blushed, goosebumps creeping onto your skin as his fingertips brushed along your collarbone and slowly down your arm until he kissed the inside of your wrist delicately.
"You're exquisite," he said softly before his lips traveled up your arm again, across your shoulder, and onto the curve of your neck.
He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, before his lips finally kissed your own. His mouth moved slowly against yours, listening to each sigh that came out of your mouth. You reached for his arms, bringing his hands to your tits, where his fingers gently squeezed them, his thumbs lightly stroking your sensitive nipples and feeling them harden.
Once done, Lucifer's hands went down to your waist, pulling you up to straddle him. He slowly lowered you down onto his cock and pushed himself into you. His eyes didn't leave yours as he moved in very slowly, filling you up completely.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, his hands holding your hips tightly. "I've wanted this for so long."
You began moving, your body slowly going up and down as you leaned forward just a little bit with your hands on his shoulders for balance as you were riding him, and Lucifer's hands slid up your back until he pulled you close, burying his face in your neck.
"You're so perfect," he murmured. "Every part of you is."
You shivered at his words and moaned softly as his hands now moved down to your stomach from your breasts, then back to your thighs, and though the moments were stretching on, Lucifer's thrusts were still gentle instead of fast and rough.
"You're simply amazing," he whispered in your ear. "I want to make you feel everything."
His words only heightened your lust, and you rode him even more eagerly until both of you were breathless, wanting more.
But Lucifer's eyes stayed on your face. "I wish this would last forever," he whispered.
You moaned again and closed your eyes, your body quickening in time with his upward thrusts as you both felt your approaching orgasm.
His thrusts grew urgent, his hands gripping you a little bit harder to guide you through the final moments before you came, and Lucifer's body shuddered against yours.
As soon as your orgasms began to subside, Lucifer's thrusts did likewise. He embraced you tightly, stroking your back, and kissed your forehead softly. "I have missed you more than you know."
You clung to him, your racing heart only now starting to slow down. "I've missed you too," you whispered, your voice shaking, before tensing up as a certain thought inside your head started to form itself, your eyes narrowing.
"Protection! I... I didn't think of—" You started, but your words seemed to be stuck in your throat. "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I should have been more careful!"
"Don't worry about it right now, my dear. Focus only on us. and this moment," he simply answered without any care, but you ignored his words, and just then your eyes fell on something that lay on the ground beside your clothes; his eyes followed in the same direction—your wedding ring, which you had left carelessly in one of your pockets. His eyes went from that ring to you, and only then did he realize what was actually on your mind.
"Wait, wait, wait," he whispered quietly, furrowing his brow as he pushed you off, got up, and picked up the ring slowly from the floor. "You... you're married to him? What? You're actually still with him? Are you kidding me?"
Your face went pale, and you couldn't deny the truth, nor was there any reason to try to lie to him. "Yes, I am, but—"
"But what!" He cut you off. "Is this some kind of devil's bargain? Did you come here to light up an old flame, all the while you're still wearing another man's ring? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"
"No, no! Listen, Lucifer! Listen to me! I didn't come here to hurt you," you tried to explain, your voice breaking. "I came because I missed you and—"
"Missed me?" He laughed out loud and shook his head. "You come back into my life, get me all worked up, and then this? Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I must be quite the fool for thinking that you actually came back for me after ten years. How foolish I am, indeed."
"Listen! You don't understand! Just calm down and listen to me, please!" you pleaded, your face now red with tears that started to roll down your cheeks. "I never meant for this to happen! You know that! It just happened!"
"Never meant for it to happen?" Lucifer scoffed, anger suddenly giving way to a mocking laugh. "Oh, please, my dear. You do think this is some kind of joke, don't you? Did you come back just to test my patience?"
He turned away from you—his hurt was obvious as he threw your wedding ring across his bedroom. "How very amusing," he said bitterly. "A married woman who seeks out the Devil."
You reached out to him, your voice desperate, but he didn't let you touch him anymore. "Please, Lucifer, don't be like this. I never wanted to hurt you, I promise!"
He turned toward you again. "Don't be like this, you say? What did you expect? Should I just take this as some cruel joke of, what, fate? You think I should simply forgive and forget just because you come at me with a few tears and your excuses?
He had picked up a cigarette from the package lying on the side table of the bed and grabbed a lighter. "Here's a solution for you," he said, lighting the cigarette. "Why don't you go back home to your husband? I'm sure he's just waiting for you to come crawling back into his arms, so you can do what he wants some more."
You winced at the mockery and sarcastic tone in his voice. "Lucifer, please don't—"
"Don't what?" he interrupted you again. "What is it, huh? Don't you want me to remind you of the mistake you've just made? Don't make you face the reality of your actions? Of our... situation?"
He took another drag from the cigarette. "How amusing," he said bitterly. "I've spent most of my time in Hell, and with you, I finally got a taste of Heaven again, only to have it taken away from me in an instant..."
He flicked the cigarette into an ashtray, letting it go out by itself as it continued to burn down. "I'm supposed to be the Devil," he said, his lips now showing a rather sad and hurt smile. "But right now, I feel like I am the biggest fool in all of creation there ever was..."
The silence fell between you, and there, in his eyes, was only hurt, pain, and pure anger.
"I'm so sorry for everything, Lucifer. I never wanted to hurt you, really! Just believe me! Please!" You pleaded and begged.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, his anger now replaced by sadness, especially given the look on his face. "So, now what?" he asked. "What do you think happens to us after all this?"
"I don't know," you said, your voice trembling as you took a deep breath. "I wish things could be different, but they aren't. Believe me, I know this was wrong. I was wrong."
Lucifer took a deep breath as well to try to relax himself and calm down. "Well, wishing won't do anything, nor will prayers," he said, getting to his feet. "And if you want me to be completely honest, then I think you should leave."
You realized you were feeling regret—this was the end of what could have been all along, what could've been all those years ago. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer," you said again, through the tears that were now streaming down your face. "I wish there was a way..."
He smiled at you sadly and shrugged, handing you your clothes. "Here's to the past," he said bitterly. "May it stay there."
You took them from him, brushing your fingers across his while doing so, and began dressing quickly. "Goodbye, Lucifer," you said softly, your voice cracking again.
"Goodbye," he replied as his eyes watched you walk towards the door and into the living room. The taxi was called quickly, and you turned to go out of the front door, but you stopped for a second, turning around to the bedroom door again that he was about to close. "Go on and don't keep the taxi driver waiting."
After he closed the door, you quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note, tears falling onto the paper and smudging the ink. You left it on the coffee table and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind you. The street was already dark, with only a few lights on each side of the road, and you quickened your pace to the main road. After a few minutes, you could finally see the approaching lights of a taxi.
The taxi driver soon enough returned you to your car, which was still parked in the LUX. Once inside your car, you glanced at the time, which was approaching midnight, and then you noticed the three messages from your husband and some missed calls from him that you quickly opened nervously.
9:42 PM: "Where are you? I'm back, and you're not here."
10:39 PM: "When are you coming back? Why don’t you answer? I’m worried."
11:16 PM: "I called your friends, but they said you weren't even with them tonight. What's going on? Please call me!"
Tears silently rolled down your face again as guilt consumed you. How had things gone so wrong? Your life had been perfect—or so you thought all the time. You’d spent the last ten years forgetting about your feelings for Lucifer, pushing them aside, and now, in one evening, you’d destroyed everything.
With trembling fingers, you tried calling your husband, but there was no answer. The worst part of this whole mess wasn’t just that you’d probably destroyed your life, but how little you’d considered the consequences of your actions with Lucifer in the first place. If karma were real, you thought, you’d crash while driving back home. But two hours later, you found yourself standing in the parking lot of your apartment again.
Entering it quietly and closing the door behind you, you saw your husband asleep on the big couch in your living room, his mobile phone still next to him. With one hand, you covered your mouth to stifle a sob, not wanting to wake him up, and you paused, uncertain of what to do, then slowly removed your jacket, throwing it over a chair, and decided to lay down beside him.
You couldn't help but remember how you both had always been a great team, at least at the start of your relationship back then, facing the darkest moments and hours together and supporting each other through thick and thin. He’d always been there for you; maybe he's been too distant at times, but he's been there nonetheless.
And now your endless thoughts about your mistake kept you awake until exhaustion finally took over. Later, when you woke up, your husband was gone. You hoped it had all been a bad nightmare, but the note on the table proved otherwise:
"When I get back from work, you tell me what the hell happened! And don’t even try to call me today! We'll sit down and talk in person."
You stared at the note, rereading it several times before crumpling it and throwing it on the floor in frustration. You grabbed your coat and left, not even bothering to look in the mirror. At the pharmacy, you were quick, buying what you needed before heading back home. Once sitting down on the couch, staring at the morning-after pill on the table, you knew you should take it right away, but something inside you held you back.
Your eyes kept wandering around, seeking distraction, but just as you were about to scream, the doorbell rang, making you jump. You tried to calm yourself before opening the door, but it wasn’t your husband who you thought might have left his keys behind. Standing there was Lucifer, who decided to step inside your apartment without even waiting for an invitation.
"What in the world are you doing here?" you asked, staring at him while closing the front door.
Lucifer pulled a crumpled note from his pocket—the note you had left for him. "Why do I have to read such nonsense?"
He held up the note before reading it out loud.
"Lucifer, the heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? I wish I could."
"Lucifer," you began, but he cut you off.
"Well, isn’t this poetic? The Book of Jeremiah—17:9 to be exact!" His voice sounded neutral, but you could see the fire in his eyes. "I guess the Devil isn’t the only one who’s capable of deceit, isn't he? How charming that you choose to repent now, but I’m afraid it won’t absolve you of the choices you made, my dear... I do admire your attempt at biblical drama! Quite charming, isn't it?"
Your hands were now sweaty, and your heart pounded so fast that you thought it was going to explode. "Lucifer, please..." You managed to whisper, but he shook his head.
"I suppose that’s the true nature of humans, isn’t it? Always seeking redemption when it suits them." His voice relaxed slightly, but the intensity behind it remained, and only then did he grab something from his pocket again. It was your wedding ring. "I’m not a priest, my dear. You know exactly who I am, and I won’t be so easily fooled by your attempts at repentance. I'd say that you owe me more than that."
You had barely started to open your mouth when the sound of keys at the door made you turn around in shock. You looked over just in time to see your husband standing there, his face full of anger and surprise at the same time.
"What the hell is that man doing here?" he asked, staring at you.
"Listen! It's not what you think," you started, but your voice cracked, unable to find the right words to even explain yourself.
Meanwhile, Lucifer gave him an almost bored look and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ah, the husband has finally arrived! How very delightful," he said. "I'm Lucifer, and you must've forgotten about me, I see!"
Your husband glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting to be welcomed with open arms by the man of the hour. But then again, I've never been one to shy away from a bit of chaos."
You took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on the situation. "Listen, we need to talk..."
But your husband's eyes were still on Lucifer, looking him up and down. "About what? How obviously you have been cheating on me?"
You winced at the accusation, but Lucifer merely laughed. "Cheating? Now, that's a rather strong word. I prefer to think of it as rekindling old flames."
Your husband's hands clenched into fists, and he let out a scoff. "You! You have no right to be here. Leave. Now."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and for a slight moment, he revealed what really lay beneath. "How quaint! I assure you, I'm only a catalyst. Or, let's just say, the devil's advocate, if you will."
Your husband took a step back, his face turning pale for a second. "What the fuck are you trying to pull here, huh?"
Lucifer stepped closer to him, his smile turning into a grin as he pointed to the pill on the table in the living room, which he had noticed all along. "That little token of affection over there might reveal more with its symbolism than you may realize."
The eyes of your husband went to the pill on the table and then back to Lucifer. "What... what do you mean? What the hell are you even talking about?"
Lucifer's smile widened as he leaned forward. "Why don't you take a guess? Or maybe you would prefer to leave it to your imagination?"
"My imagination? You're obviously fucking my wife, and now you are standing here like you have some right to her? As if you own her?"
Lucifer let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, I suppose you could say I am more of an old flame to your dear wife. But let's not get down to the boring details."
Suddenly, your husband stepped forward, his anger overflowing. "Get out of my house. Now!"
"Oh, such a fiery temper. Are you sure you're not harboring a bit of Hellfire yourself?" Lucifer said sarcastically and threw his hands dramatically in the air.
The eyes of your husband widened again, and he took a step back as soon as he could while he looked into his eyes. "I'm warning you. Just leave..."
Lucifer's eyes changed, his stare reaching deep into your husband's soul. "And I assure you that I'm not someone that you want to provoke."
He took a step closer, and your husband's confidence broke down as he looked him in the eyes. "You know what? I'm done with this. I'm leaving! Don't you dare touch me, whatever the hell you are!"
Lucifer's eyes followed him, and he smirked proudly. "As you wish."
The apartment was almost completely silent as the door slammed shut behind your husband, and you stood there, paralyzed, the realization of that moment and what had just happened finally setting in, but Lucifer snapped you out of it as he looked at the morning-after pill on the table once again.
"My dear, really? Do you think that this pill is going to undo what's done now?" Lucifer started. "Do you actually believe that some sort of pill will stop something divine, like... Oh, I don't know, my touch, as an example? I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, darling."
You looked at him with shame, lust, and regret in your eyes. "What now?" You asked him, whispering silently.
"What happens now will be entirely your choice," he said, moving closer to you and stretching out his hand to touch your cheek. "You see, I very much adore you, and I have for quite a while."
His hands were soft but strong, and a shiver ran down your spine. "You can either act like nothing happened, or maybe you can accept it and see where it takes you," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "You've got a choice to make."
He stepped closer, his lips touching your ear as he spoke. "You could try to forget about the night we just had, but you and I both know better. The seed has been sown, and the question is, at this point, whether you'll let it grow."
Lucifer took a few steps back and pushed the front door open, just enough to fit through. "Whatever you choose, I will be here, waiting. And trust me," he said with a smirk, "I have all the time in the world."
It was late afternoon at the police station. Everyone was finishing up their work. Y/N stood by the door of the main office, holding two cups of coffee she bought for Lucifer and herself.
She stopped walking when she saw Lucifer.
He was leaning against Chloe’s desk. Chloe was laughing at something he said. Lucifer was looking right at her. His eyes were soft, so warm and bright—the kind of look Y/N had always wished he would give her. He smiled, slow and gentle, like there was no one else in the room.
Y/N’s chest felt tight, like something heavy sat right on it. Her throat burned. She held the coffee cups tighter, her fingers turning pale.
Of course, she thought. Of course he looks at her like that. It’s always been her. I was just fooling myself thinking I ever had a chance. This is hopeless.
She set Lucifer’s coffee down quietly on a nearby table. She turned around and walked out fast before anyone saw her eyes get wet. She went down the back hallway to the empty break room, closed the door softly, and sat down on the small chair by the window. She stared at the floor, and tears started rolling down her cheeks.
A minute later, the door opened gently.
“Y/N? Hey… there you are,” Ella said softly. She pulled a chair and sat right next to her. She had a sad, knowing little smile. “I saw you stop by the door a while ago. Oh honey, don’t cry, okay? Please don’t cry.”
Y/N wiped her eyes fast with the back of her hand. “I’m okay. I just… I really thought maybe… never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
“Hey, look at me,” Ella said, patting her arm gently. “Talk to me. What happened?”
Y/N took a shaky breath. “I saw him. Lucifer, looking at Chloe… he looked so happy, so soft. Like she’s everything he wants. I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I know I’m just… here. But I really liked him so much, Ella. More than I can say. Now I know it’s all just my silly wishful thinking. He loves her. Everyone can see it. I should just stop hoping.”
Ella let out a soft little laugh, not teasing—just gentle and sweet. She shook her head.
“Oh Y/N… sweet, sweet Y/N. You have no idea, do you?”
Y/N blinked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone knows,” Ella said simply. “Everyone. Chloe knows, Dan knows, Maze knows, even Lieutenant Pierce figured it out after three days! We’ve all been waiting for you two to catch up already!”
“Catch up on what?” Y/N asked quietly.
“That Lucifer is crazy about you!” Ella said, grinning now. “That man looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky! He’s just… Lucifer, you know? He’s loud and dramatic and terrible at hiding things… but somehow you never notice!”
Y/N shook her head fast. “No Ella, you’re wrong. I just saw him—”
“Okay okay, let’s talk about that,” Ella said. “He was telling Chloe about how you helped that lost little kid find her mom yesterday, remember? He was going on and on about how smart and kind you are! Chloe laughed because he was acting so proud he could burst! That soft look? That was him talking about you! And hey—he looks at Chloe like she’s his best friend. Like a sister! Nothing more!”
Y/N just sat there, staring. “That can’t be true. He never acts like that with me.”
“Is that so?” Ella ticked things off on her fingers. “Who brings you your favorite snack every morning even before you ask? Who stays late to walk you home? Who got all grumpy when that guy asked you out last week? Who listened for an hour when you were sad about your grandma and didn’t make one joke the whole time? Who looks at you like you’re the only person who gets him? That’s all him, Y/N! All for you!”
Before Y/N could say anything else, they heard slow, familiar footsteps outside. Then the door opened.
It was Lucifer.
He stood there for a second, looking at Y/N’s red eyes, and his face turned soft and worried. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Ella… could you give us a minute please?” he asked gently.
Ella stood up, gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze, winked at her quickly, and walked out. “Don’t be too slow, okay? She’s been crying!” she called quietly before closing the door.
Lucifer pulled the chair closer to Y/N. He sat down, leaning forward a little, his voice quiet and gentle like he was talking to something very precious.
“Y/N… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Y/N looked away, twisting her hands together. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. You don’t have to pretend to care.”
“Pretend?” Lucifer sounded hurt. “Why would you say that?”
She looked up at him finally, tears welling up again. “I saw you by Chloe’s desk. You looked at her so lovely… I know you love her. I know I shouldn’t hope for anything. I just… I really like you, Lucifer. But I know it’s hopeless. I won’t get in the way, I promise.”
Lucifer stared at her for a moment, then let out a soft, sad little sigh. He reached out slowly, like he was afraid she’d pull away, and brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb.
“Oh Y/N… my silly, sweet Y/N,” he said softly. “I don’t love Chloe that way. Not at all. She’s my best friend—one of the best people I’ve ever known. But I don’t love her like that.”
Y/N just shook her head slowly. “How can I believe you? You looked at her like she’s everything.”
“Because I was telling her about you,” Lucifer said simply. “I was telling her how brave you were today, how you noticed the clue no one else saw, how you smiled at me and my whole day felt brighter. I was smiling because I was thinking of you.”
He took a slow breath, looked straight into her eyes, and spoke very clearly.
“I love you, Y/N. Truly. Deeply. More than I know how to say sometimes. I have for a long, long time.”
Y/N’s mouth fell open. She stared at him like he just spoke a language she didn’t know. Her heart beat so fast she could hear it in her ears.
“You… you what?” she whispered.
“I love you,” Lucifer said again, soft but sure. “I love how kind you are. I love how you roll your eyes at my jokes but smile anyway. I love how you care so much about everyone. I love you, Y/N. Only you.”
Y/N pulled back a little, still shaking her head. Her voice was wobbly. “No… no, Lucifer. You can’t. Why would you love me? You’re… you. And you do look at Chloe sometimes like she’s special. Everyone says you two are perfect together. I’m just… me. Please don’t say that just because you feel bad I was crying.”
Lucifer’s face turned serious. He reached out and held both her hands gently, not too tight.
“I am not saying this to make you feel better,” he said firmly but softly. “I mean every single word. I know you don’t believe me yet. That’s alright. I will show you and I will swore it to my father dear that I will prove it to you for as long as it takes. Every single day. Okay?”
And he kept his word.
The next morning, Y/N found her favorite warm tea and sweet bread waiting right on her desk—just how she liked it, not too hot, extra sugar. Lucifer walked past, smiled soft at her, and said. “Hope it’s alright. I remembered you said you liked this brand last week.”
When Chloe came over later and said. “Lucifer, want to grab dinner later and talk about the case?” Lucifer smiled friendly at her, then glanced at Y/N and said. “That sounds lovely, but I already promised Y/N that I’d help her carry some boxes to her new place this evening. Maybe tomorrow?”
Chloe just grinned and said. “Sure thing! Have fun you two.”
When they were working late that night, Y/N shivered a little. Before she could say anything, Lucifer took off his nice black coat and put it gently over her shoulders. It smelled like him—warm, clean, a little like spice.
“Is that better?” he asked quietly, standing close beside her.
Y/N nodded slowly. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he said simply.
One afternoon, they sat on the roof of the station eating lunch. Y/N watched him for a while, then said quietly. “You really don’t love Chloe?”
Lucifer put down his sandwich. He turned to her, very calm and honest.
“Chloe is wonderful. She’s strong, kind, a great detective. But when I look at her? I see a good friend. When I look at you?” He paused, his eyes so warm they made her chest feel soft. “My heart beats faster. I want to make you smile. I want to tell you everything. I want to be the one who makes sure you’re safe and happy. That’s how I know it’s different. That’s how I know it’s love.”
He reached over and tucked a little strand of hair behind her ear.
“I don’t blame you for not believing me right away. I know I’m not always good at showing things right. But I am not going anywhere. I will keep showing you, Y/N. Until you believe me. Until you know it’s true.”
Slowly, day by day, little by little—Y/N started to see it.
She saw how he looked at her: bright, warm, like she was the most interesting person in the whole world. She saw how he always walked on the side closer to the street when they went places. She saw how he listened when she talked, really listened, even about silly little things. She saw how he got quiet and gentle whenever she was sad. She saw how he never did those things for anyone else—not even Chloe.
One evening, they sat on the steps outside Lux after everyone left. The sky was dark, the street lights glowing soft gold. Lucifer turned to her.
“Do you believe me now?” he asked quietly. “That I love you?”
Y/N looked at him—really looked at him—and smiled. Her eyes felt warm and happy now, not hurt anymore.
“I think… I think I do,” she said softly. “I see it now. I was just so scared I’d get hurt I didn’t notice.”
Lucifer smiled, the brightest, happiest smile she’d ever seen. He held out his hand to her.
“May I?”
Y/N put her hand in his. His fingers wrapped gently around hers, warm and sure.
“I love you too,” she said. “So much.”
He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles soft and slow.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’m never letting you forget it.”
From the doorway, Ella and Chloe and Maze peeked out quietly, grinning and giving each other little thumbs up.
After that night on the steps outside Lux, things felt different — softer, brighter, and full of quiet hope. But Y/N still sometimes had those little moments of doubt, and Lucifer made sure every single day to show her exactly where his heart belonged.
One morning at the station, Y/N walked in, still half-asleep, rubbing her eyes. She stopped when she saw what was waiting on her desk.
There was a warm cup of tea, just how she liked it — not too strong, extra honey. Next to it was a paper bag with her favorite lemon cookies, and a little note written in fancy handwriting:
“For the one who makes even dull mornings feel like sunshine. — L”
She smiled to herself, picking up the note. Just then, Lucifer walked over, hands in his pockets, looking pleased with himself.
“Good morning, my dear,” he said softly. “Sleep well?”
Y/N nodded, her cheeks pink. “Yes, thank you. And thank you for all this. You really didn’t have to.”
“Nonsense,” Lucifer replied, leaning gently against the desk. “If it makes your day a little better, then it is worth every bit of effort. Besides… seeing you smile is the best reward I could ask for.”
Just then, Chloe walked past, holding her own coffee. She grinned at both of them.
“Morning you two. Lucifer, you’re being extra sweet today — even more than usual.”
Lucifer just chuckled, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “Only for the best reason, Detective. Only for her.”
Chloe winked at Y/N. “See? I told you he was gone on you. Takes a while to see it, but once you do… it’s hard to miss.”
Y/N laughed softly, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. “I’m starting to believe it now.”
Later that afternoon, they were all working on a new case. Things got busy, and Y/N accidentally knocked over a whole stack of folders. Papers flew everywhere across the floor. Before she could even bend down, Lucifer was already kneeling beside her, gathering them up carefully.
“Here, let me help,” he said gently. “No need to strain yourself.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said, feeling a little flustered. “I’m so clumsy sometimes.”
“Clumsy is fine,” Lucifer said, smiling warmly. “It just gives me more chances to be near you.”
A few minutes later, Chloe walked over and said, “Hey, Lucifer — I found something interesting in the old files. Want to come take a look?”
Lucifer looked at Chloe, then quickly glanced at Y/N. “Of course, but only if Y/N comes too. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, especially when one pair belongs to someone as sharp as she is.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow playfully. “You don’t want to leave her side for even a minute, do you?”
“Not really,” Lucifer said honestly, with no shame at all. “Why would I? She makes everything better.
Y/N’s heart felt so full it could burst. This was nothing like the way he used to act — always making sure she was included, always wanting her close, always saying nice things about her right in front of everyone.
That evening, after work, Ella caught up with Y/N as they walked out. Lucifer had gone ahead to bring the car around.
“See what I mean now?” Ella asked happily, linking arms with her. “He can’t hide it anymore! Every time you walk into a room, his whole face lights up. Before you, he used to act like nothing mattered much. Now? It’s obvious you’re the center of his world.”
Y/N smiled, her eyes shining. “It feels so good… but sometimes I still worry it’s too good to be true. Like one day I’ll wake up and it will all be a dream.
Ella patted her arm gently. “Oh honey, love isn’t always easy to believe in at first. But trust me — when someone shows you they care, every single day, that’s when you know it’s real. And Lucifer? He’s not just saying it — he’s doing it.”
Just then, Lucifer pulled up in his sleek black car. He stepped out and opened the door for Y/N like a perfect gentleman.
“Ready to go home, my dear?” he asked softly.
“Ready,” she answered.
As they drove through the bright streets of Los Angeles, Lucifer kept one hand on the wheel and the other reached over to rest gently on hers. His hand was warm and steady.
“You know,” he said quietly, “if you ever feel unsure again… just ask me. I will tell you again and again, as many times as you need. I love you. Only you. No one else comes close.”
Y/N squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Lucifer. It means more than I can say.”
“And it means everything to me,” he replied. “You have brought peace into my life that I never thought possible. Before you, I thought happiness was just fun and parties. But now… happiness is simply being with you.”
A few days later — their first proper date. Lucifer planned something simple but special. No loud crowds, no fancy clubs — just a quiet dinner at a little place overlooking the ocean, with soft lights and gentle music.
When they sat down, he pulled out her chair, poured her a glass of sweet juice, and kept his attention fully on her.
“This is beautiful,” Y/N said, looking out at the water where the moon was shining bright.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Lucifer said with a soft smile. “I wanted somewhere quiet. Somewhere we can just talk, without anyone else around.”
For a long time, they talked — about everything and nothing. Y/N told him about her family, her childhood dreams, and all the little fears she used to have. Lucifer listened closely, asking questions, remembering every single detail.
Then he spoke more seriously.
“I know you once thought my heart belonged to Chloe,” he said gently. “And I don’t blame you. We are close, we trust each other deeply. But friendship is not love. Not the kind that makes you feel like you can finally breathe easy, like you have found your place in the world.”
He reached across the table and took both her hands.
“With Chloe — I feel like I have a good partner and a loyal friend. With you? I feel like I am finally home. I want to share every happy moment with you. I want to comfort you when you are sad. I want to protect you, laugh with you, and grow old with you — even if I am not exactly normal or mortal. If you will have me.”
Y/N felt tears of happiness fill her eyes. This time, they were not tears of heartbreak — they were tears of joy.
“I want that too,” she whispered. “More than anything. I was just so scared I would be left behind. But now… now I see it. Thank you for being so patient with me.”
Lucifer leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against her forehead — gentle, warm, and full of love.
“Patience is easy when it comes to you,” he said. “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the only one I love.”
Back at Lux later that night. Chloe, Ella, Maze, and even Dan were all there, waiting with big smiles.
“Well?” Ella asked eagerly. “How did it go?”
Y/N blushed but smiled brightly. “It was perfect. Everything is perfect.”
Lucifer wrapped his arm gently around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Everything is perfect now that she knows the truth.”
Chloe laughed and raised her glass. “To you two! Finally! I was starting to wonder if you both would ever figure it out!”
Maze smirked but nodded. “Good choice, Devil. She’s the only one who can handle you.”
“Indeed,” Lucifer said proudly, looking down at Y/N with so much love in his eyes it made everyone else smile. “And I am the luckiest soul in existence because she chose me too.”
I feel like there aren’t nearly enough crossover concepts out there with Lucifer Fox/Netflix and Dead Boy Detectives Netflix, ie the two supernatural Sandman spin-off adaptations with largely queer casts, so *rolls up sleeves* be the change you want to see in the world
Edwin didn’t start trying to escape until the mid 1920s. He didn’t get anywhere with it until the late 60s. And it was around 1980 when Lucifer got the third report in less than two months of a soul nearly escaping Hell, being caught just at the gates, and was finally curious enough to have the wayward soul brought in front of him.
He was, frankly, rather fascinated. An innocent soul, a rebel, clearly barely holding back his sass against the King of Hell, the Prince of Darkness, someone clearly queer and cast down to Hell for being different.
Lucifer decides about ten minutes into their conversation to make Edwin his personal attendant. Mazikeen’s more of a general slash right hand demon slash bodyguard slash errand being, at this point, and having someone around who’s more like a valet, or a manservant, can’t hurt.
Lucifer rapidly finds that Edwin is a delightful conversationalist, when he’s not being tortured or thinking he’s about to be, sharp and clever and witty. Edwin is very surprised to realize the same thing about Lucifer. They start just… talking, more and more, and Lucifer gets more and more fond of his pet human.
It’s 1989 when Lucifer decides he’s getting restless and hatches a plan to leave Hell. But in this universe, the plan isn’t just for himself (and Maze). It’s for Edwin, too. He sends Edwin up to Earth as a sort of advance scout, with instructions to send regular reports back to Lucifer. (Lucifer, at this point, doesn’t really fully expect to ever be able to leave, himself; but Edwin is innocent, and kind, and clever, and fun, and doesn’t deserve Hell, and Lucifer refuses to be his jailer any longer.)
Edwin appears on Earth by his remains, in an attic, in 1989. He tells the boy he meets there that he is a ghost who escaped Hell - which is true, as far as it goes. And the boy decides to stay with him.
Edwin sends his reports back to Lucifer, every three months. He does not tell Charles. How do you tell someone - a good person, the best person you’ve ever met, someone whom you rapidly realize your existence depends on - that you’re the personal servant of Satan?
In 2016, Lucifer finally has had enough. He has Mazikeen cut off his wings and he goes to LA… and he summons his favored, loyal valet to his side.
And Edwin has a very, very difficult conversation with Charles.
And, long emotional screaming match short, Charles ends up coming with Edwin to LA.
It takes Lucifer about a week to get himself involved in detective nonsense, because he’s been getting thrilling reports of how delightful it is four times a year for decades.
There’s something very different about Lucifer “flipping so many men they call me the Skillet” Morningstar on Earth, as opposed to Hell, and Edwin starts, er. Noticing.
Meanwhile, Lucifer’s just sort of assumed Charles and Edwin were fucking this entire time, based on Edwin’s obviously besotted reports, and is quite surprised to realize his valet seems to be having his gay awakening induced by him, instead.
So, anyway, hijinks ensue, as Lucifer, Maze, Charles, and Edwin all play detective together, all while Lucifer “#1 Payneland Shipper” “Lord of Temptation” Morningstar tries every trick in the book to get Charles and Edwin to realize they’re crazy about each other.
Could I request a platonic maze (Lucifer) x teen!reader where r is a homeless orphan, and maze grows attached them and becomes like a maternal figure to them and r isn't afraid of her demon side? - Anon💜
Since Lucifer had been spending more and more of his time with Chloe Maze had to find different things to pass her time, bounty hunting was fun, but she was often done pretty quickly so she sometimes just wondered around.
It was how she first encountered you, you were running out a store with a handful of food in your arms, occasionally dropping a few.
Maze was fast.
But a teenager trying to get away with theft?
She didn’t expect you to be as fast as you were but when she followed you around a corner you were just done. Not a single trace of you.
She was determined to find you so she searched high and low over the city, she spent weeks trying to find you until she eventually found you again doing the same thing.
Running from a different store with food.
It took a few more attempts before she actually found out where you were going.
You were leaving a manhole cover open nearby and jumping into it before closing it, so she followed you.
She quietly followed you, it wasn’t pleasant walking through the sewers but you didn’t seem to care, or you just didn’t notice the smell anymore.
She carried on taking mental notes on you.
You were covered in dirt, clothes slightly torn, you looked like you hadn’t had a good meal in months, you only appeared once a week or so, you never struck the store twice and you always kept your face hidden.
She kept following you until you eventually sat down on a pile of dirty blankets with your food.
Maze didn’t show herself right away, she stayed hidden and she watched you stuff everything under one of the blankets.
“You know this place stinks.” She calls out.
You jump, eyes flicking to everywhere you could see but you couldn’t see anybody.
“Who are you? Why did you follow me?”
“You’ve been stealing from different stores.”
You scowl a little.
“So what? It’s the stuff that’s nearly out of date, they’d just toss it anyways.”
“It’s still theft.” She replies.
“They have more money to replace it.”
Maze hummed a little, nodding in agreement because you were right, they did.
She leant against one of the walls, still keeping herself hidden from you.
“Why do you steal it?”
“The food banks are always empty when I get there, I always get shoved out the way or ignored, so it’s easier.”
“You don’t steal clothes?”
“No, nothing over a certain amount.”
It went quiet for a moment and the next thing you knew a jacket was thrown in your direction of whoever it was disappeared.
It wasn’t the first time you spoke to Maze like that, she started coming more often but never showed herself.
You knew her name, she knew yours, you knew about her jobs, and she knew a bit about your life but not much.
As the summer ended and things became colder that’s when Maze started visiting more, trying to coax you out of your hiding spot.
Was it concern?
Was this the same thing Lucifer felt for Chloe?
It couldn’t be, this was different, it was a strong desire to just take you home, get your cleaned up and well fed and never let you out of her sight, to keep you safe.
Maze made her way back down, and instead of staying around the corner she walked around and stood in front of you with her arms crossed.
“Stop being stupid let’s go.”
You glance up from where you were laid.
After waiting a minute Maze huff send picks you up, throwing you over her shoulder as if your weighed nothing, grabbed your bag with her other hand and left.
“I’m fine where I am!”
“You’re being stupid and you’ll freeze your ass off, and then I’ll have to take you to hospital and then tell you I told you so while you freeze your ass off.”
It was quiet for a few minutes as Maze brings you back up to the streets.
“Where are you even taking me?”
“Somewhere safe, shut up.”
She puts you on the back of her bike, pushes a helmet on your head and sits behind you.
When she got back to her shared apartment with Chloe she pushes your towards one of the bedrooms and gives you a warning look as she leaves again.
The next thing you knew you were pushed into the bathroom which had clean clothes for you.
You were more than happy to wash and change clothes, when you were done Maze studied you for a moment.
“You’re staying here.”
It was clear she wasn’t going to let you refuse, so you nod your head.
Maze wasn’t the best of cooks, but she did try, and though her food wasn’t great you still ate it which made her grin a little bit.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain this to Chloe yet but she didn’t care, you were staying with her, she was going to make sure you never had to be out there alone again because she knew how that felt.
You needed a parent, and maybe she wasn’t the best choice, but she felt a strong drive to care for you and protect you, and that’s what she was going to do
LUCIFER: No, don't worry, brother. We're all being tortured—all in the name of our father's mysterious ways. Ooh—for example, Dad…are you ever going to tell us why Hell suddenly doesn't need a warden anymore?
GOD: ...I have a good reason.
LUCIFER: Oh, it's a good reason. Well, that explains it. As always, super clear. Thanks, Pops.
