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janiehellion · 5 months ago

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Fallen From Grace

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: 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)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM!READER

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: SMUT / HURT / FLUFF / ANGST

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.277

MASTERLIST

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."

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i-am-trans-gwender · 5 months ago

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It's annoying how both DC Comics and Hazbin Hotel both have a version of the Devil named "Lucifer Morningstar" even though Lucifer means Morningstar. The name is literally "Morningstar Morningstar".

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diyvampyrism · 11 months ago

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swamiiyasssss · 11 months ago

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Would PAY for them to interact. Omg????

Sass-off, Mog-off, daddy-issue….off

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ohmelodycave · 1 year ago

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After slowly getting back into my love of illustration over the course of the last 6 months and spending a combined 222 hours on these two, my 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗/𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 pieces are finally done. 💕

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thegroundhogdidit · 11 months ago

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the most annoying part of lucifer on netflix is that he was literally right the whole time. i don't give a shit if the literal actual god was "just trying his best." lucifer was 100% right to be angry at god and in fact, i think everyone should've been downright pissed when they met him. ESPECIALLY linda. fuck her for real for telling him that his conflict with god was partially his fault. lucifer described an abusive father to her countless times and the second she met him she started fawning over him? fuck that. chloe should've punched god in the face

#lucifer tv #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #linda martin #chloe decker #and and and i hate how they compared god to chloe's father as if their parents were anything alike #chloe's dad was a good man* (*but a cop) who just had some misguided notions on what would keep his daughter safe #lucifer's dad threw him into hell #they aren't comparable like. at all

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incorrect-multiverse · 1 year ago

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Lucifer: She does the detecting, I do the insulting.

Chloe: Consulting.

Lucifer: That too.

#incorrect multiverse #incorrect quotes #source: the mentalist #lucifer tv #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #deckerstar

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penelope-and-the-suitors · 10 months ago

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I can’t believe that in Lucifer’s entire run as a tv show, almost one hundred episodes, was there never a scene where deckerstar was interviewing a suspect and they say offhandedly “the devil works hard but—“ and Chloe immediately cuts them off and says “no he doesn’t” while staring Lucifer directly in the eyes. truly the most missed opportunity. anyone has my permission to use this idea in a fic.

#Deckerstar #chloe decker #lucifer tv #lucifer morningstar

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buggbuzz · 11 months ago

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he's such a loser

#im sure there's like no demand for this the fandom is non-existent but #hazbin reminded me that i never finished this show and OOOOH was it good #anyways sorry lucifer looks like a vampire here LMAO its hard to get him righf #also i neeeed more of him and amenadiel omg #buzzart #lucifer #lucifer tv #lucifer netflix #lucifer fanart #lucifer morningstar

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katietiger03 · 1 year ago

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Just thinking about the fact that when Lucifer was at one of his worst moments in the show. Literally his entire ideology was crumbling around him and he was thinking that his life in LA was hopeless and maybe he should go home blah blah blah. Even during all of that, which was caused by the detective, when he looks at her, the words that come out of his mouth are:

“You look heaven sent”

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #deckerstar #chloe decker #you look heaven sent #lucifer x chloe #lucifer tv

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strawberly95 · 1 year ago

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HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN BARBIE?? IF YES TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!! IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?🤭

Obviously Lucifer would force them to go with matching outfits, and everytime Ken did something for Barbie he would look at chloe like "I also do that 🥴" 😭😭

#lucifans #lucifer tv #lucifer netflix #lucifer on netflix #lucifer fandom #lucifer rory #lucifer x chloe #lucifer trixie #lucifer #lucifarian #chloe decker #deckestar fanart #deckestar #trixie decker #lucifer fanart #lucifer series #barbie

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janiehellion · 6 months ago

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After Hours Duty

ONESHOT

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You thought your job as the babysitter of Lucifer's daughter would keep you safe from temptation and you never expected to be tempted by him. But when the opportunity arises, you find it impossible to maintain your professional distance.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM!READER

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: SMUT

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.638

MASTERLIST

"Would you like anything else, sir?" you asked, turning around to the man who had just spoken to you. But he shook his head, and you smiled as he walked away. You followed him with your eyes for a moment, then rested your head back against the couch as soon as you sat down on it.

Too bad you're not the hit-and-run type; otherwise, you would have taken advantage of the situation already. But these things didn't interest you, especially since you were babysitting that man's daughter. You didn't believe in love at first sight or anything like that anyway. Let alone with a man who was literally walking and talking sex on legs.

You sighed, crossing your hands behind your neck and stretching your legs out in front of you, when suddenly, a cough made you reopen your eyes quickly. You looked around and found him in front of you again, looking at you with a drink in his hand.

"Excuse me, but can you move, my dear? I usually sit there to relax after a long day."

Fuck, and you thought you would have the couch all to yourself this time. But you nodded quietly and moved your legs, since this wasn't your home after all.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lucifer turned to look at you and smirked slightly when he realized that you were clearly staring at him from the corner of your eyes. Embarrassed, you smiled back as soon as you noticed. You knew that you couldn't stare at a man just like that, especially if he looked like he was crafted by God himself.

You took a deep breath to calm down and tried to relax again. While looking for your mobile phone to at least distract yourself, your hand touched his, and instantly, you felt chills running through your body, turning into a throbbing ache between your legs.

"So, my daughter is finally in bed and sleeping? It would've taken me hours, if I'm honest here. You're good at what you do, but I don't think that's the only thing you're good at."

"Excuse me, sir?"

You didn't know what else to say, and you didn't want to answer. You had other things on your mind, and apparently, he knew all about it.

But after a couple of minutes of silence, you finally felt calmer. Lucifer still smiled at you every now and then, slightly biting his lower lip, and glanced towards the bathroom, until he soon stood up and walked away, disappearing into the room. That clearly was an invitation, wasn't it? But what if you were misunderstanding everything?

You shook your head. No, you definitely didn't misunderstand what he was hinting at. He looked at you first, then the bathroom, then you again, with a smirk and he was definitely biting his lower lip. But that damn smirk...

You immediately got up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom, but as soon as you reached the door, you stopped. What the hell were you doing? You are the babysitter for that man's daughter! You couldn't do that... Right?

Still, you reached out for the door and slowly opened it. You knew that you just couldn't simply resist, even if this went against all of your principles, especially regarding your work. But you opened the door completely, and there he was, with his hands resting on the sink. When he noticed you, he lifted his head and smiled at you through the mirror and when you walked into the bathroom and finally closed the door behind you, he smiled again and whispered, "I was hoping you would join me."

He turned around to you, and after taking you by the collar of your shirt, he pulled you to him and kissed you slowly but roughly. As if on command, you slipped your hands into his hair and he pushed you towards the sink, making you sit on it. Meanwhile, your kiss had become more passionate. Your tongues were all over each other and you couldn't imagine how it would feel when things got heavier. All you could do in this moment was to let it happen and to not resist.

"Tell me... what is it you truly desire?" He suddenly whispered against your lips.

"You," you whispered back, your voice trembling with need. "I wanted you from the first moment I saw you."

Your words seemed to activate something primal in him. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed you harder against the sink. He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting you so hard that it made you moan loudly, your body arching into his touch.

Lucifer's hand slipped under your shirt, roughly ripping it off and pulling off your bra to expose your tits. His mouth quickly found one nipple, sucking and nibbling on it, while his other hand squeezed and teased the other. The feeling was overwhelming and you could feel the heat between your legs—the same throbbing ache from before that had always begged for more of this man.

But Lucifer pulled away suddenly, leaving you gasping for air. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and something deeper, something that seemed almost dangerous. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I want you so badly," you whispered, barely able to speak. "I need you, Lucifer. Please. I want you."

He only smirked as he spun you around, quickly bending you over the sink without any other words. His hands were all over your body, roughly pulling down your pants and panties in a few quick movements. You felt the air against your naked skin, followed by the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sting of the slap sending pain straight through your whole body like a lightning strike. He did it again and again, spanking you harder and harder, each time making you cry out, your legs trembling for more.

"You're mine now. Do you understand? Mine," he growled.

"Yes," you moaned, your voice sounding like a desperate whimper. "I'm yours."

He rewarded you in an instant by slipping a finger between your legs, finding your pussy already wet and aching for more of him. He teased you mercilessly, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles, making you moan and writhe beneath him and just when you thought you couldn't take any more of it, he slid two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting them in and out deep and hard.

Your body reacted instantly, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he fingered you roughly and soon, you could feel the edge of your orgasm approaching, but just as you were about to come all over his hand, he pulled his fingers out, leaving your pussy empty and desperate.

You whimpered in frustration, but Lucifer only laughed—a laugh that made your whole body shiver. Without giving you any time to react or complain, he spread your legs wider, positioning himself behind you. But instead of fucking you, he knelt down, his hands gripping your thighs roughly.

Soon enough, you felt the warmth of his breath against your dripping wet pussy, and then the first touch of his tongue, a slow, punishing lick from your clit to your asshole. The sensation was new, it was electric, and you moaned loudly, your hands gripping the edge of the sink tightly for more support.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's tongue moved with skill, teasing and tasting you with slow, torturous licks and quick lickings of his tongue. He chose between swirling his tongue around your clit and plunging it deep inside your pussy, eating you out in a way that left you breathless and trembling.

He soon sucked on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it between his lips and the pressure was just enough to make you see stars, your eyes rolling back, and Lucifer seemed to know exactly what you needed—when to slow down and when to push you closer to the edge of an orgasm.

You rocked your hips back slightly against his mouth, desperate for more, but he kept you just on the edge, bringing you close to orgasm, only to pull back and leave you pleading for more, and each time you tried to feel more of him, he simply stopped completely.

"Please," you begged, your voice cracking slightly. "Please, Lucifer, fuck! Just let me come..."

He growled against your pussy, pulling back a little bit. "Not until I say so," he answered.

Then he slipped two fingers inside you again, curling them just right to hit your G-spot and rub against it as he continued to give attention to your clit with his mouth. The combination was devastating, and you could feel the orgasm coming close again, more intense this time, almost unstoppable.

He thrust his fingers deeper and faster while his tongue worked your clit and as you were right on the edge, your whole body tensed, ready to explode.

"Come for me," he said, finally giving you permission to come. "Now. Come for me."

Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking as the climax went through you. You screamed out loudly, your vision blurring, but he didn't stop nor did he pull away. His mouth and fingers were thoroughly prolonging your orgasm until you thought you might pass out from the intensity of it.

When you finally came down slowly, you were shaking, barely able to stand straight anymore. Lucifer got up on his feet, his lips wet with your pussy juices, and kissed you deeply from behind, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth, still trembling from the aftershocks.

Soon, he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a for now satisfied smile. "Now," he murmured full of pride. "Now you're ready for me."

He pushed you down, bending you over the sink again, and positioned himself behind you. This time, he didn't tease you anymore. As soon as he got rid of his own pants, he was quickly inside you, filling your pussy with his cock completely. The sudden feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that you cried out, your body arching back against him. But he didn't give you a moment to adjust to his cock, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you, fucking you with a punishing rhythm that had you whimpering and moaning with every thrust.

Lucifer's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you hard and deep, each movement hitting you just right. Soon, you could feel another orgasm approaching again, and this time he didn't stop you from coming.

You screamed again as you came, your pussy clenching around his cock and sucking him in deeper, almost greedily so. He couldn't resist anymore and followed moments later, letting out a loud groan but he continued to move inside you until you were both done, trembling and breathless.

When he finally pulled out of your pussy, you collapsed against the sink, barely able to stand anymore just like when he fingered you. Noticing it, Lucifer wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Sir..." you finally managed to say, your voice hoarse and your knees weak.

Lucifer's smile seemed satisfied, but you? Well, the realization of what had just happened hit you like a ton of bricks and worse. The heat of the moment disappeared, replaced by the reality of your situation. You were the babysitter. You had just had a quick but intense, forbidden fuck with the father of the child you were supposed to be looking after.

Unable to stop thinking about that fact, you immediately pulled away from him, almost falling to the ground, feeling very guilty and ashamed. "Oh my God," you whispered, covering your face with your hands as you leaned back against the bathroom wall. "What did we just do? This can't be happening..."

"God? Oh, believe me, my dear, I certainly bet he enjoyed the show," Lucifer said and arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I mean, what does it look like we just did?" he asked, teasing you again.

Your face turned bright red. "I can't believe this! I'm supposed to be babysitting your daughter, and not..." You gestured around, unable to find the right words.

"And not getting thoroughly fucked by her father?" He teased you again, his eyes staring at you and not looking away.

"Sir..." you began, awkwardness coming over you as you looked down and grabbed your clothes, fumbling around quickly to put them on as fast as you could. "I should probably leave! This is... this is all so wrong. I'm the babysitter, and we shouldn’t be doing this!"

Lucifer stepped closer, his fingers gently lifting up your chin, so you had no choice but to look into his eyes. "Wrong? You think this was wrong? Do you really?" He asked you with a playful smile. "You seem to be assuming that something consensual and desired could be wrong."

Your face flushed red even more and you bit your lip, struggling to remain professional, or rather, to even act professional again at all. "It's just... it's really inappropriate! I'm here to take care of your daughter, not to..."

"Not to what?" he teased you further and took a step closer to you. "Not to fuck with me? Not us fucking with each other, which is something that we both clearly want? Or not to give in to your deepest desire?"

You sighed, shaking your head slightly, still feeling the wetness and cum between your legs that has continued to slowly drip into your panties. "Hell, have mercy... It's... It’s just complicated, okay! I mean, you’re literally my employer, and—"

Lucifer laughed out loud and shook his head. "Is that really what’s bothering you? The employer-employee nonsense? Or is it something else? Tell me."

"Okay, okay! Listen! I just... I don’t want things to get messy," you admitted, still feeling more embarrassed by the second. "And maybe I don’t want you to think less of me for... for giving in to the temptation."

He took a step back, giving you space while still looking directly into your eyes. "Think less of you? Darling, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. About you." His voice turned into a low whisper, his eyes looking darker than usual. "How much I like you. How much I like seeing you bend over like that."

You paused, your breath stopping in your throat. "Wait, wait, wait! You... like me?"

Lucifer nodded. "Yes? More than is probably wise, given our current work arrangement."

You swallowed hard, feeling both relief and confusion. "But why didn’t you say anything before then?"

"Timing is everything," he said with a shrug, stepping closer to you again. "And perhaps I was waiting for the right moment. Or perhaps I enjoyed watching you squirm. Perhaps, yes... perhaps I enjoyed watching your resistance breaking down bit by bit, until you couldn't even take it anymore."

You laughed nervously, shaking your head, trying to hide the blush of embarrassment. "You really are some sort of devil, aren’t you?"

He grinned mischievously at you. "Oh, I certainly am, in more ways than one, believe me, my dear. But if you feel the same way about this little situation? No pressure, no rush. Just... us."

You looked up at him, feeling all fuzzy inside. "You know what? I think... I think I’d like that."

Lucifer’s smile softened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his mouth soon enough right next to it. "Good. Because I can assure you that we’re just getting started."

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hawkland · 6 months ago

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Amenadiel - God's Favorite Son When I found out DB Woodside and Lesley-Ann Brandt were going to be at Shore Leave con this year not only did I jump on attending (and vending) but I realized I needed to do some Lucifer art. Here's the first!

#amenadiel #db woodside #lucifer tv #lucifer netflix #my art #sidewinder art #hawkland art #watercolor #i mean #you know me and angels #yes it's not spn but don't worry!#just having an excuse right now to paint some other fandoms too

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anonymousewrites · 4 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Sixteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity

Summary: (Y/N) and Lucifer get to live and love.

Mouse Note: I can't believe it. Three years of this story, and it has come to its end. I can't believe. Red and Lucifer and Em and Leon and Olive and Noa and Marcel have been so near and dear to my heart for so long, it's hard saying go. But they have their happy ending. I couldn't be happier for them. And I couldn't be happier for all of you readers and commenters who supported my madness and my fun these last few years. You are all amazing, and I grew so much from the first chapter of Book 1 to this final chapter of Book 6. Thank you so much.

“So I don’t have to go out like Muriel?”

“No, you can have your own way of having fun and connecting with your interests,” said (Y/N). “Muriel is apparently a partier—there are other angels who like doing that. If you like quieter things more, then that’s fine. You can read, try tea or coffee, or just go for walks. Try joining a library book club if you’re lonely. Alright, Raphael?”

“…I suppose that makes sense,” said Raphael. “Thank you, G—Deity.”

“You’re welcome.” (Y/N) stood from the couch. “Are you feeling better?”

“I am.” Raphael shifted nervously. “I-I thought you wouldn’t speak to me, but Andriel said you helped her.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Now, go and try something new but something that’s in your interests. You can go out of your comfort zone another time.”

“Thank you. Goodbye.” Raphael smiled, flapped his wings, and disappeared.

“Another successful therapy session?” said Lucifer, walking into the living room with a cup of tea.

He handed it to them, and (Y/N) took a thankful sip and sighed happily. They liked helping the angels out—boy did they need a lot of help—but it could also be tiring. After all, (Y/N) was seventeen still. Not for long, but still. There was a lot resting on their shoulders, and it was a miracle (ironically) that they had been doing so well for so long.

“Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling at Lucifer.

However, despite it all, (Y/N) was satisfied. There was peace. The angels were only making minor chaos on Earth exploring their individuality (which gave (Y/N) plenty of moments to get rid of their irritation by scolding them), (Y/N) could interfere ever-so-slightly if it felt like the world was about to tip in a dangerous direction (though (Y/N) avoided it since that felt wrong and they refused to actually control anyone since they respected free will—even to make mistakes), and (Y/N)’s life had finally found a rhythm of calm.

Or, near calm.

(Y/N) also had graduation and their fashion project to go, and then it was their birthday, and they needed a university to go to, and the angels wanted some sort of coronation or something in the Silver City (which they had already paraded (Y/N) around), and (Y/N) was tempted to escape to another universe at times.

“I’m glad things are going so well,” said Lucifer. “I admit, I was a bit worried.”

“You were worried? I was freaking out,” said (Y/N). It was one thing to become the Deity in the moment, but after a long, well-deserved nap, (Y/N) woke up literally glowing and screamed.

“And yet you have handled the transition with grace,” said Lucifer encouragingly.

“Grace was telling Jophiel he should try to be more than a frat boy in his life?” said (Y/N) sarcastically.

“Grace was telling him to find out more about himself,” said Lucifer.

He was incredibly proud of all that (Y/N) had achieved. He had wanted to be God to protect them, and now…they had grown up. He would always be there for them and help them and support them, but (Y/N) had grown strong and independent. He didn’t need to worry as much. And he was more than happy that they held the power of a God. Lucifer didn’t know of someone more deserving or capable.

(Y/N) smiled shyly and took a sip of their drink. “How is Michael?”

“I think the therapy is helping,” said Lucifer. “I suspect it is about family issues—”

“What else?” grumbled (Y/N).

“—but he’s seemed…calmer.” Lucifer smiled. “I doubt we will ever be close, but I think he is going to be a better person than he was.”

“The bar is pretty low,” joked (Y/N), but they were still glad.

“Indeed.” Lucifer chuckled. “But enough about family—or, Celestial family. We have an event tonight.”

“What?” said (Y/N), blinking.

“…Your fashion show?” said Lucifer.

“Shit!”

Apparently, being the Deity of Creation didn’t mean they couldn’t curse anymore.

“Okay, everyone’s makeup and hair is done, the clothing is ready, people are sitting down outside, the music is cued, what else, what else…” (Y/N) rambled as they walked around the backstage of their show.

“Birdie.” Em caught (Y/N)’s hands and squeezed. “Take a deep breath.”

(Y/N) looked at their partner and breathed in long and slow. They let out the breath, and their shoulders sagged.

“There you go,” said Em. “It’s going to be fine. Better than fine. The clothes look beautiful. Everyone is going to be in awe. And do you know why?”

“Because I can just use magic to make it better if something goes wrong?” said (Y/N).

Em laughed as (Y/N) tried to joke to take the edge off. “Because you worked hard. You don’t need magic or powers or anything else. You worked hard. And that is what counts. Alright? You have overcome every obstacle put in your life, and no matter what the challenge or danger, you’ve risen to it. This is a celebration of that strength. It’s a celebration of you. My Birdie.” She kissed (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled and kissed back. “I’m so glad to have you. I know-I know it’s been a lot, me becoming…a deity, but I’m so happy I have you with me. Just like the others, but you—” (Y/N) swallowed. “Emeranne, I love you.”

Em’s smile widened, and pure adoration was in their gaze. “I love you, too, (Y/N). For all that you are.” They always had.

Em leaned in and kissed (Y/N) again. For a moment, the world was just the two of them in love. Everything was going to be alright. Because they had each other. Because they had love.

“This is exciting,” said Chloe, smiling. “I’m sure you’re proud of (Y/N).”

Lucifer nodded and smiled widely. “I am. And I haven’t seen any of the pieces put fully together, so I’m completely in the dark.”

“Emeranne refused to tell me, her queen, anything,” grumbled Maze.

“You need to have patience,” said Eve, chastising her girlfriend.

“They were probably nervous to show you,” said Linda.

“But I’m always proud of them,” said Lucifer.

“Yes, but you mean a lot to (Y/N). They want you to be impressed,” said Linda.

“Then I’ll grin the entire time,” said Lucifer.

Amenadiel chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll like that.”

“It’s going to be great. We all know how hard (Y/N) worked on this,” said Chloe.

“I know.” Lucifer’s smiled softened. “They’ve grown up into such a capable person. I don’t know where they got it.”

Chloe took his hand and squeezed. “I do.”

Lucifer smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand.

The lights of the room went off, and everyone sat up straighter. It was time for the show to begin. Over the speakers, dramatic classical music began. Red lights shot up around the room, casting mysterious shadows over the audience. White lights snapped on to face the stage.

Marcel walked out first. He had redyed his hair, and the purple was wisteria light, gentle and handsome. On his face, highlighter shone with golden dust, an exaggerated, ethereal feel. But the clothes were what stood out, what everyone was there for. And Marcel wore them proudly.

It was a suit of pure white. The pants were long and crisply sewn. The top was a button up with a high, lacy collar, and a corset cinched his waist. Overtop it all was a long white cloak, and down the edges were golden stitches. As it swept by, it was clear that the gold was stars, suns, and crosses. It matched the crosses dangling from his ears and the golden heels he walked in.

Marcel reached the end of the runway and posed with his hands in a prayer position.

Lucifer found himself grinning as he watched. (Y/N) had made their clothing be themed on their life, the different people and beings they knew. Their family. Marcel was playing the angel.

Olive was next to walk. Her blonde hair had been curled and pinned up so that the front fell messily around her face while the back was a bun of golden waves. The pins were gold with red jewels, glinting in the light. Ruby teardrop-shaped jewels hung from her ears and matched the dusting of red across Olive’s cheeks. Her eyes were dusted with pink eyeshadow, and their lips had the barest hint of redness. It seemed like she was supposed to be sorrowful, and her elegant, ballerina-style steps felt like melancholy drifted with her.

The clothes hung around her with beautiful somberness. Red billowing sleeves hung from her shoulders and were attached to a halter neck but were free from the bodice of Olive’s dress. It left her collarbone free for a red and gold necklace to highlight the neckline. The dress itself had a simple red corset top with no boning on the outside. White lace died slightly black—as if rotting—lined the top of the bodice, and a similar fade of white-to-black appeared in the ribbons sinching the corset. The skirts of the dress were of the same scarlet, falling long in the back and shortened with stitching and ribbons in the front, achieving an exaggerated Victorian effect. Her exposed legs were clad in red, rose-patterned tights, and the Mary Janes she walked in were white dipped in ink, dripping in darkness.

Olive reached the end of the runway and lifted a hand to drape it across her face with a sorrowful yet angry expression. With the golden curls and bare collar, Lucifer blinked as he recognized the picture she made. “Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel. Olive was the fallen angel. Luicfer.

Lucifer felt his heart stir, and he held Chloe’s hand tightly with emotion as Olive walked back past him.

Fortunately, the next model took his attention before he was too moved by (Y/N)’s design. They had their black coils of hair flowing freely, and they wore a black, dark-jeweled necklace across their neck. Gloves covered their arms, and an off-shoulder, lantern-sleeved dress of black lace fell from them. Gentle ruffles defined the shape and swayed with every step the model made. It was deceptively simple but beautifully made. The model blew a kiss at the end of the runway and turned with perfect attitude.

Eve, thought Lucifer. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he just did. It was the gentle femininity Eve favored in her clothes, but it had the black and darkness that Eve had found herself enjoying as she finally got together with Maze.

Eve herself grinned and held Maze’s hand tighter.

Leon was next to walk. He had lines of gold eyeliner around his eyes flaring out and a black lip on. The simple design of their makeup matched the simple elegance of their outfit.

It was a long and black. Thick borders lined the wrists and long necklace. The sleeves and bodice were translucent with gold and black designs stitched overtop. A wide belt defined Leon’s waist, and he had long, loose black pants. Similar golden designs sparkled on top of them. The back of the bodice flowed out into a black cape. It moved like shadows with every step Leon took. As he posed, they made sure to move just so the cape would fly through the air and billow like darkness.

(Y/N)’s powers. Lucifer smiled.

Noa walked next. Their braids were piled high on their head with a few hanging down around their face. Golden beads and a few fake coins hung in the braids. They had red eyeliner around their eyes and dark lipstick with red at the center of their lips.

They had on black shirt with billowing sleeves and ruffled wrists. Sleek black pants were on the bottom, and though both were tailored incredibly well, the best part of the outfit was the corset. It was just around the waist and looked like porcelain—cleverly painted and put together. Gold bonding trailed up Noa’s waist and became an ornamental halter like armor. The part around the waist had red paneling that shone in the light. From the waist hung gold chains with black and gold beads.

Noa posed with a smirk and a condescending, commanding look around the room.

Maze.

Mazikeen herself nodded with a smirk. She was pleased with how (Y/N) portrayed her and saw her.

The next model wasn’t someone they knew, but the theme continued. This model had nude makeup, but that was because the outfit stood out enough to make it unnecessary to have any more definition.

It was entirely red, from the jacket to the shirt to the pants. Red and dark scarlet jewels and beading were sewn into the lapels, around the collar, and onto the pants. As the model walked, the light glinted off the red, a beacon of hellish color.

The Antichrist. Lucifer smiled. He felt it. It was (Y/N)'s signature color

And now the finale. Em stepped out into the light and shone. Their red hair had slight waves despite its shortness, and gold dusted their cheeks. Her eyes were lined in white with golden eyeshadow, and simple metallic earrings were piercing their ears.

But the dress. The dress. It was as golden as the light that shone in (Y/N)’s wings. As golden as the light that shone in them and their powers. As golden as a god.

Em stepped forward. The dress had nude, transparent fabric across their neck and collar to allow for the dress to hand off their shoulders. It was beading around their neckline and became simple, wide sleeves. The dress fell around her like a waterfall of light, hanging asymmetrically down to their ankle. Golden heels glinted as Em walked down. From the straps hanging off their shoulders fell a long gold cape of tulle. It trailed as they walked, and Em glowed as they walked.

Deity.

It was breathtaking to watch (Y/N)’s work shine. Everyone just stared in awe as the golden magic of a dress passed by and returned backstage.

And then each model came out again, one after another, to end the show—angel, the fallen, Eve, shadows, Maze, demon, Deity. (Y/N) emerged at the back. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, clapping. Lucifer grinned proudly alongside the rest of (Y/N)’s family as they walked to the end of the runway with Em at their side.

They had on their usual outfit, but instead of black they had white. Their loose white pants had patches of red sewn on, and their red crop-top was over a white, translucent undershirt.

(Y/N) grinned at everyone and bowed. They looked at Lucifer, and a huge pressure lifted from their shoulders as they saw him smiling. He was proud. (Y/N) had done it. They had made something beautiful.

“So it was good?” said (Y/N) nervously.

“Of course it was!” said Marcel

“Everyone was entranced,” said Olive, grinning.

“No one could take their eyes off your designs,” said Leon.

“All your hard work paid off. The show was amazing,” said Noa.

“Let’s get a photo,” said Em. “We need to commemorate Birdie’s first show.” Handing their phone to another student, all the models gathered in around (Y/N). “Say ‘Holy!’ ”

(Y/N) almost glared, but as everyone cheered, they couldn’t help but laugh and grin.

Click!

A wonderful moment was captured.

“That was incredible!” Lucifer hugged (Y/N) tightly as they came out as their friends changed backstage. “You are so so so talented! I’m so proud.”

“Your work is beautiful, (Y/N),” said Chloe, smiling as (Y/N) was smooshed by Lucifer’s hug.

“Badass is more like it,” said Maze approvingly.

“I loved the black dress,” said Eve, smiling.

“Your inspiration was clear, but the way you made it was just…magnificent,” said Linda.

“It had a lot of love in it,” said Amenadiel.

“Thank you, everyone,” said (Y/N), smiling at everyone. “I’m very glad you liked it. I really worked hard.”

“It certainly paid off. It was pure art,” said Lucifer.

“…I got an offer because of it,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“What?” Lucifer looked at them.

“I—Some of the people here work in the fashion industry, and they gave me a card and told me to come and speak to them.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “They weren’t any of your—”

“No favors here,” said Lucifer. “I have contacts in the industry, but this offer, this amazing skill you have, it’s all you.” Lucifer hugged them tightly as they smiled and teared up. The rest of their family watched happily. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as happy tears fell down their cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Dad.”

“Getting a moment alone?” said Lucifer. He sat down next to (Y/N) on the terrace while the celebration of (Y/N)’s job/scholarship offer and their show continued inside the penthouse.

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just wanted to get some fresh air.” They looked up at the stars above them. They were quiet as they sat with their Dad.

“Is it going to change?” asked (Y/N).

“What?” said Lucifer.

“Everything. I’m…a deity. You can go to Heaven again. Your siblings are free to come and go from Earth. My friends and I are going to be doing Celestial things and university.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “Everything is changing.”

“(Y/N), you and all your friends are Celestial,” said Lucifer. “You can come and go from places as you’d like. You’re never far from them or your family.” He smiled. “And especially not me. Never me.”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned on his shoulder. Lucifer hugged them.

“Thanks, Dad,” they said softly.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Lucifer smiled at them. “I’m your dad. I’m always going to be here for you. That will never change.”

“It’s weird to think that just a few years ago I was just some kid you found,” said (Y/N). “And now I went from an Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity.”

“And I went from Devil to Dad,” said Lucifer. He chuckled. “What a pair we are.”

(Y/N) smiled. “When do you think we became a pair? Father and child?”

Lucifer considered. “I don’t know. I think I knew you were important to me from the start. The labels…it just came naturally. But I knew I cared from the start.”

(Y/N) looked back up at the stars with a happy gleam in their eyes. “I think I knew it, too.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” said Lucifer. “Forever and always.”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as Lucifer held them tightly and kissed their forehead. They were home. They had their greatest desire—love. “I love you, too, Dad.”

And love would never change.

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