#LuciferFanfiction

[burntsecrets]

Sins & Sweaters

Pairing: Lucifer Morning Star, Reader Word Count: 742 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 4: christmas sweater Summary: Chloe ropes you and Lucifer into a Christmas sweater contest.  Warnings: mild language, holiday themes, light teasing/bullying, competitive behavior, festive over-the-top antics, brief mentions of Lucifer’s devilish nature, mild alcohol use A/N: I know days 4-8 are late, I thought I had queued them all up, but I guess I forgot. I went camping to take a break before I open my business. And it was so nice to detox, read, and go hiking with my doggo. 😊

The cozy glow of Christmas lights fills Lux, softening its usual sultry atmosphere. The holidays have crept in despite Lucifer’s best efforts to pretend they don’t exist. You’re perched on a barstool, swirling your drink idly while Lucifer plays a lazy melody on the piano. The notes fill the air like velvet, but the peaceful moment doesn’t last long.

The elevator dings, and in strides Chloe, her expression alight with purpose.

“Good evening, Detective,” Lucifer drawls without looking up from the keys. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you come to be dazzled by my musical brilliance?”

“Actually, no,” Chloe says, stepping closer and fixing him with a look. “I came to recruit you two.”

“Recruit us?” you ask, curious.

“For the precinct’s Christmas sweater contest,” she announces with a mischievous grin. “It’s for charity.”

Lucifer halts mid-chord, the sound reverberating ominously. “You want me—the Devil, the epitome of class and sophistication—to degrade myself with some... knitted monstrosity?”

“It’s festive, and it’s for a good cause,” Chloe says with mock patience. Then she adds the real kicker: “Dan’s already signed up.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrow. You can practically see the flames of indignation flicker behind them. “Detective, you insult me. I would never stoop to such frivolity.”

You exchange a glance with Chloe, both of you holding back a smile. If there’s one thing Lucifer can’t resist, it’s outdoing Dan.

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For the next week, Lucifer insists he won’t participate. “I have a reputation to uphold,” he declares more than once. But you notice little hints—secret phone calls, the way he eyes the rack of sequined sweaters at a boutique during one of your strolls through the city. Something is brewing.

Meanwhile, you find your own sweater: a bright green monstrosity with blinking reindeer noses. It’s charming in its hideousness, and you can’t wait to see the precinct’s reactions. You expect Lucifer to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t even comment, too preoccupied with whatever scheme is unfolding in his head.

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The night of the contest, Lux transforms into a surprisingly festive venue. The bar is draped with garlands, and soft jazz renditions of Christmas carols play in the background. When Lucifer emerges from his penthouse, your jaw nearly hits the floor.

His sweater is an event. Custom-made and impossible to ignore, it’s a red velvet masterpiece adorned with golden devil horns, sequined flames, and glittering stars. LED lights pulse along the edges, and every movement sets off a jazzy rendition of "Santa Baby."

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, stifling laughter.

“I never kid about fashion, darling,” he replies, striking a pose.

“What happened to being above all this?”

“If I must endure the indignity of participation,” he says with a smirk, “I’ll do so magnificently.”

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The contest is as chaotic as you’d hoped. Chloe is decked out in a knitted sweater with working Christmas lights. Dan jingles with every step in a sweater so covered in ornaments you wonder how he can move. Ella’s sweater features a full nativity scene, complete with a miniature star that actually twinkles. But when you and Lucifer step into the spotlight, the crowd erupts.

He plays it up, spinning you dramatically to show off the coordinated design he somehow convinced you to wear—a matching sweater adorned with tiny velvet flames. His hand lingers at your back as he bows, relishing the cheers.

The two of you easily take first place, a fact Lucifer brags about loudly as the night goes on.

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Much later, when the party dwindles to a few stragglers nursing their drinks, you find Lucifer back at the bar. He’s still wearing his over-the-top sweater, the golden horns catching the light as he sips champagne.

“Admit it,” you tease, sliding onto the stool beside him. “You had fun.”

He tilts his head, considering. “I don’t know if ‘fun’ is the word I’d use.”

“Luce.”

He sighs, the corners of his mouth curving into a reluctant smile. “Fine. It wasn’t... entirely dreadful.”

You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He raises his glass, his smirk returning. “Let it be known, though, that this moment of festive indulgence was for the sake of victory. Nothing more.”

But as his gaze drifts to the trophy sitting proudly on the bar, you catch the faintest hint of something softer in his expression. Even the Devil, it seems, isn’t immune to a little holiday spirit.

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

Lucifer + Alastor - [ NSFW 3 ]

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A/N: Had this song on repeat since its release and it reminded me of these two so much…

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ SLIGHT DUB CON ]

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Sharing is caring, but when it comes to being between the King of Hell himself and his newly established opponent - the all too cocky Radio Demon- you don’t have much say in who gets fair claim of your existence.

Sharing is caring, but only in the ways that matter to the men wrapped around your little finger. Lucifer needs your physical touch; he can’t go one moment without it, and god help you if you’re around other flirtatious sinners -he’ll be all over you for no reason at all. Hand on your hip, lower back, even on your ass if he’s feeling possessive. His height doesn’t matter, not when he can back hug you just fine, plant kisses on your head or temple, and sit you down on his lap without a second thought. Lucifer is a sucker for praising you, every word out of his mouth is sweeter than honey, and the knowing smile on his lips when you get all soft and shy from his gentle admiration swells his already massive sense of pride.

“You’re a sweet little sinner, aren’t you, baby doll?”

“I’m so proud of you, my love.”

“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest thing!”

“I’ll do anything you ask of me, sweetheart..”

“Atta girl…keep going…just like that…”

The King of Hell never runs out of patience for you, spending his free time in your presence without a care for his rival's foreboding aura. Though at times they blatantly argue, the drop of your sweet smile into a solemn frown has them both rushing out an apology. However, Lucifer is quicker than Alastor to admit his faults. He makes up for mistakes with sincere gestures, visiting you in the dead of night with the promise of pleasure radiating off him in tangible waves. By the following day, you can’t even begin remembering what you were angry about.

Sharing is caring, but Alastor has a hard time with both concepts. He’s not one for physical affection, preferring acts of service and gift-giving as alternatives. You don’t seem to mind, always at his side when he calls, a pretty little thing on his arm while he struts about hell running conspicuous errands, and a genuinely engaging sinner he doesn’t mind having deep conversations with. You contrast him in all the right ways: expressive but gentle, lethal but only when provoked. Unlike most demons, you hold value to Alastor, drawing out a softer, more honest version of the stag that most will never see. In private, you’re allowed to babble off his ear while he works, cuddle up in his lap when he’s feeling ‘vulnerable,’ and sometimes you’re lucky enough to get a few somewhat kind words from the overlord amid lingering kisses.

“What a pretty little thing you are,”

“I’m tempted to keep you all to myself, ma chere… Would you like that, hm?”

“I know you can’t help being a greedy girl, darling, but I’ll always be better than that pompous excuse for a king.”

“You love to provoke me, don’t you, little one? Prancing around the hotel like you do, smiling at every little thing, and showing off for attention..”

“It’s rather pathetic, but lovely things can’t control what they attract..”

He’s possessive, outright toxic in some instances, but you’re quick to manipulate the stag into an agreeable state with the threat of seeking out Lucifer’s company over his. This tactic occasionally works, but sometimes it enrages Alastor to bloodlust. His semi-polite exterior falters, causing the overlord to be on edge with everyone -especially Lucifer- and the king won’t let a chance to irritate him further slip by.

“Something bothering you, Rudolph?”

Lucifer snickers as Alastor enters the parlor through its shadows, automatically glaring at the sight of you straddling the blonde fallen angel with his hat lazily set on your head, and you giggle at his obvious disdain for the scene. “Oh, don’t look so upset, Al. I just wanted to play with Luci for a bit.. “ you flash him a cheeky grin, purposely shifting on the devil's lap to feel his growing erection and show more skin hidden underneath your fluffy oversized jumper. Lucifer chuckled, ducking his head to give you a quick kiss as the crackle of static resonated around the room, but you were far from scared of Alastor’s fury in the presence of his rival.

Sharing is caring, but later that night, when you snuggled under your bedsheets with Lucifer, lying on his bare chest, only wearing his dress shirt, soundly asleep, and listening to his undead heartbeat, you’re jolted awake by the distinctive coolness of shadows lurking over your skin.

“What made you think I wouldn’t put you in your place, my dear? That I wouldn’t remind you he’s not the only one who can lay claim to your very existence?..”

Alastor’s voice echoes through your head, coaxing you awake as his specters entangle around you. They tug, pull, squeeze, and ravish your small frame with his every word. Your cunt starts to pulse with need, leaking arousal in steady drops as a shadowy tentacle prods your entrance before sheathing itself in your warm walls with one sharp thrust.

“Ahm!” You yelp, eyes shooting open as a satisfied whine leaps from your lips; quiet moans soon follow as the bulk of shadows touches your womb with tender strokes. Two more snake up the borrowed dress shirt, swirling under the white silk with precise menstruations, encircling your fragile body ruthlessly until you’re forced to sit up in hopes of gaining more fleeting touches. “Alastor, you’re being mean…” you groan into the darkness, hips rutting down in timid circles, a reflexive action you try to maintain to avoid waking the man lying under you. Alastor’s low laughter shifts from your mind to the confines of the room, signaling his physical appearance in the space, and you’re tempted to search for him but aren’t given a chance to as the scrape of his sharp claws manifests along your sides. He’s close, so close you can feel him leering behind you, breathing in your ear as if he needed your scent to survive.

You lean backward, humming at the familiar firmness of his chest meeting your back,” Just wanted you to be a little nicer, that’s all…” Your explanation for earlier does nothing to quell Alastor’s jealousy; his hands hovering over your sides clamp down harshly, and his claws shred through Lucifer’s shirt to prick your skin. Your heart thuds wildly as a scream threatens to fall from your chest from the pain he causes, but your cunt clenches with excitement from his aggressive treatment. “Reasoning won’t help you now, darling. It seems you only understand one thing..” he purrs into your ear, red eyes glowing as they trace your flushed form, “A-and what’s that?..” you mumble fearfully, feeling a coil build in your core, but a pang of shame in your chest overrides it as Lucifer begins to stir below you. He’ll awake any second, and though you weren’t afraid of him seeing you in a whorish state, very used to being intimate with him, the unpredictable reaction he’d have to Alastor taking advantage of you right in front of his eyes was still nerve-wracking.

Sharing is caring, and Alastor’s response to your feverish question makes more sense than you care to admit. “Attention, my dear. You’re shamelessly addicted to it,” he drawls, smile widening when you whine helplessly, back arching as his shadows wrap around your breasts before swiping over your pert nipples while your cunt no longer resists forceful strokes of his shadows. Your vision blurs as the sensations blend, erasing mannerable actions from your thoughts the closer to cumming you got, and the riveting shivers vibrating your body were evidence enough. The subtle tremble of your thighs mixed with the combined noise of your soft moans and Alastor’s hushed taunting drew the King of Hell awake with a gentle start. Lucifer ruts his hips upwards on instinct before groaning tiredly, mildly aware of the familiar stickiness your arousal causes on his pale skin but unsure as to why it’s there. “Baby, what’s the matter-“He’s at a loss for words for a long moment, almost panting at the sight above him, confused at first but gradually intrigued as sleep waned from his consciousness. Alastor smirks, lips against your neck as he stares down at the fallen angel, daring him to instigate a fight. “Ah, looks like you awoke your preferred lover, ma chere. How rude…” the deer demon taunts you, clearly unbothered by your disagreements and conflicted writhing. “N-no, that’s not ah- ah- mmm fuck Al, please d-don’t!” A bright blush coats your cheeks, tears brimming your waterline as the demon nips at your bare shoulder before lapping up the blood that trickles from the wound. His gaze never leaves Lucifer’s as his tongue collects the red liquid, humming triumphantly as a prominent red color floods the ladders’ cheeks and eyes. “How fucking dare you..” the blonde hisses, voice thick with an indecipherable emotion, and you whine anxiously as embarrassment rushes your veins. It wasn’t your fault Alastor was taking his anger out on you this way, disregarding his aversion for touch in the hopes of getting back at you both, but it’d be a lie if you said you weren’t enjoying the intense situation brewing.

Sharing is caring, and you're afraid neither entity will consider doing so as a heavy beat of silence engulfs the room. The only sound is your rushed breaths, growing heavier with every thrust and twist of Alastor’s shadows in and around your body. You try to break free from the overlord, gazing down at Lucifer pleadingly for a better chance at forgiveness. Unexpectedly, his displeased expression morphs dramatically seeing the desperation in your eyes. He’d never been the type for sadism, let alone encouraging it, but your need for his help stirred a primal desire in his chest that he’d only felt sparks of recently. It was no help to him that Alastor, a demon with no remorse or pity for your plight, was the one indicting pleasure on you. He’d seen the stag agitated, irritated, and maybe even flustered but never lustful. It was new and undeniably attractive. Why waste an opportunity to use it against him?

Lucifer took a slow breath, stamping out his rage in seconds as his eyes shifted from your lidded ones to Alastor’s, “How dare you have fun without me, hm?… that’s a little unfair,” he pouts, stifling a groan as his cock twitches to life. The radio demon scoffs, forgetting his grudge against Lucifer for the mutual benefit of desire, “If you wished for fairness, you shouldn’t have fallen from heaven …” he taunts back.

Sharing is caring, but the instant sting of Alastor’s insult doesn’t anger Lucifer like usual. It eggs on the blonde, prompting him to reach for you, and you welcome the gentle coolness of his fingers trailing up front. Unlike Alastor, his claws do you no harm, never breaking skin even as he cups your jaw firmly. “C’mere, little one. M’ not going to hurt you…” he coos quietly, eyes glowing as brightly as Alastor’s as you leer into his touch like a wounded lamb. “Yes sir…” you whisper compliantly, surprised that Alastor relents his hold just enough to let you follow Lucifer’s lead. He’s relatively calm watching you, admiring how your hair falls like a curtain over your flushed face, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and the dress shirt slipping off your shoulders but sticking to your skin at every curve you had. There were reasons he wanted you to himself but dealt with sharing you with another, and this sight was one of them. You could be so good to them both, on all fours, cunt creaming from his actions and Lucifer’s words, and your loyalty to them both on a whole show no matter the implications.

Sharing is caring, and to some degree, you believe it’s a possibility for your relationship with a prideful fallen angel and an egotistical demon. Lucifer lay beneath your trembling form, muttering encouraging praises against your lips when he wasn’t connecting them with his own in heated kisses.

“Mhm, good girl…go on, come for him like you do for me.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby doll..”

“Fuck, you like that hm? Want more? Ask him nicely, sweetheart…”

“Cum for us, my love…”

“You’re doing so well….taking us so well. There you go, baby, all of it just like that…”

Alastor loses track of himself within moments of watching you come undone in his shadows for the first time, hungry to feel the warmth of your cunt for himself as puddles of your cum form on Lucifer’s crotch. You don’t fight him when he replaces his specter's task of fucking you, welcoming the length of his cock with a grateful smile and melodic moan of his name. “Alastor!… nghh yess, please r-right there!..” you yelp into Lucifer’s neck, letting him cradle your head as he talks you through the rise of your next high, “You sound so precious like this, baby. Give em’ what he wants.” His tone is strained, leaning towards a moan as he watches your expressions switch between pleasure and pure wonder. Alastor is fixated on the both of you, ears twitching at the top of his head with every satiated moan you let out and sinful word Lucifer says. His hands find purchase on your hips, gripping them harshly as he snaps his roughly, plowing his cock into your cunt with so much pent aggression your legs refuse to stop shaking. “Oh, fuck…” he groans in the air, tearing his gaze away from your arched back and leaking entrance to try and slow the impending peak of his high. Self-control was something Alastor prided himself in, but it was spiraling from his grasp the longer he fucked you.

Was this what the King of Hell had been enjoying with you?

Milking you of every drop of lust in your body?

Filling you with his overrated seed in the hopes of one-upping him?

If so, Alastor could never blame him. You felt divine, after all, and had no complaints about being used for pleasure.

Sharing is caring, but you forget all about it when Alastor yanks you away from Lucifer, a hand tangled in your head so tight you’re sure he might rip into your scalp if he holds you any tighter. Luckily, the overlord refrains from doing so, opting to groan into your ear as he buries his length to the hilt in your fluttering cunt, spilling ropes of warm cum into your abused womb with no remorse. “Don’t waste a single drop, ma chere. See it as a gift for being so well-behaved,” the radio overlay in his voice is gone, giving way to an accent you couldn’t resist mewling at. Lucifer chuckled, eyes fixed on where Alastor and you were connected, smirking at the mess you’d both made on top of him. “Need a taste of that…” he mumbles more to himself, tone hungry, demanding. You’ve yet to catch your breath before Alastor lets out a short laugh, flinging you forward into Lucifer’s chest without much care as to how weak you still are, “Greedy bastard,” he snickers, slowly pulling out of you with a satisfied grin at your attempt to keep him in. “Now, now, dear. I’ll have another turn with you soon. No need to be selfish..”

Sharing is caring, and oh, how wonderful it is when you’re sat in Alastor’s lap, facing away from him, one leg bent over his while the other rests on Lucifer’s shoulder. The King of Hell kneels before you both, inhaling the scent of your cunt, and smiling at the steady stream of cum drizzling past your folds. He’d done this many times before, a being addicted to the taste of women, of you specifically, but you still shied away from his vulgar eagerness. Your coy reactions only worsened when the notion of Alastor’s cum mixed with your own eventually settling on Lucifer’s tongue came to mind. They hated each other after all, and despite getting along most of the time in your presence, you never imagined this to happen, but neither backed down from the ordeal.

“W-wait Luci, you don’t h-have-“ you start to protest quietly, squirming in Alastor’s hold to avoid Lucifer, but your refusals don’t hold any weight to them.

“Mm, but I want to, love…I can’t help it,” the blonde whined as if he’d die without getting the task done, hands cupping your inner thighs tenderly as he flicked his tongue over your slit and swollen clit. You jolted in Alastor’s grip, biting back a whimper as he mumbled into the crook of your shoulder, “It’s impolite to refuse royalty, so let him have his fill …”

Sharing is caring, and you’re sure Lucifer could survive off eating your pussy alone just fine for the rest of his immortal life. He makes a show of it, diving his tongue in and out of your stretched entrance, moving to suck on your clit every so often before putting both actions into tedious repetition. You couldn’t remain coherent as he explored your insides with expert focus, letting his tongue linger in the spongiest and sweetest spots in your cunt just to draw back and generously spit on your clit. He’d learned your body, when to hit nerves, or when to overwhelm them. As of now, every sense you had was heightened, intensifying when Alastor’s eyes studied your facial expressions, your smile growing an inch more expansive when you rushed out a warning to Lucifer.

“Gonna cum m’ gonna cum…!”

The devil perks up, delving two fingers into you, red irises dilating completely as they hit a tender spot in your cunt immediately, curling against it at a languid pace. He met your gaze with a proud smile on his face, tongue lapping at your clit leisurely, begging you to come undone without hesitation. Alastor curses under his breath, agitated by the fact that your moans are turning him on again, and you feel his cock twitch under your weight.

Sharing is caring, and the euphoric bliss of releasing in Lucifer’s mouth felt divine, bringing small tears to your eyes as he buried his face in your mound, moaning at the taste of you drenching his tongue. Alastor grunts as your hips rock to meet Lucifer's pace, hands creeping up to cup your breasts, kneading the plush flesh mindlessly to avoid bucking his hips against your backside for better friction. He couldn't give his rival the triumph of seeing him worked up at the sight of you cumming so reverently under his touch. You felt powerless between them, shaking in Alastor's arms and pleading for Lucifer to join. One look is all it takes for the two to agree, giving into your minuscule wishes and thoroughly enjoying themselves the remainder of the evening.

Sharing is caring, but if you dare to utter a word of what transpired that night in the presence of others, both will deny the implication of tolerating one another. Although, you find yourself being used by both more often, stuffed full of their cum night after night, and keenly aware of the mutual trust growing between them when you finally collapse into sleep by their sides. They're capable of fair behavior with you, but only in private. Away from the eyes of others who’ll never witness how obsessed The Radio Demon & The King of Hell are with you and you alone.

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It's just a filler post cause I'm getting burnt out with requests! ❤️ I love your ideas, so I'm trying to write them all in my style but as concisely as possible. It's tiring but fun…

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

They may not be able to stand each other but I’ll gladly take them both (not in a fight) ❤️ credits to creator

[wendeckerstart]

Calling all creative Lucifans!! Announcing #Lucitober2023 We present the #Lucitober prompts. We welcome all forms of creative expression. Art in any media, digital art and edits, videos, gifs, music, cosplay and fanfic. #Lucifer #Lucifernetflix #Luciferfanart #Luciferfanfic #Luciferfanfiction #Deckerstar #Luciferfanartists #Lucifanart #Lucifanfic

[memelovescaps]

SWEETEST DEVOTION

My new #Lucifer fic is up!

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 5B!

Summary

In the aftermath of Dan's demise, Trixie Espinoza is having a hard time coping. Lucifer decides it's time to help.

Or,

A sweet moment between Trixie and Lucifer, who tries to help her process her grief.

Thanks to Shalina @lucifanart for inspiring me and letting me use her art. Check her out, she's awesome!

[mightbeawriter1]

Chapter 11 is posted!

[paranormal-curiosity]

Lucifer The Devil

Lucifer is the originator of sin, the most powerful of all demons, and God’s chief adversary. He is called “the Devil, “the prince of demons” or simply “the devil.” The most feared character in the world of demons.

[kringsbebec]

Aside from the biblical aspects of his life, there are still things she ignores about the very human Lucifer who had decided to open a nightclub in Los Angeles. She knows the most obvious ones, so does most of the human world, like how much he loves to party. She knows he likes alcohol (because he likes its taste better than its effects), drugs - legal ones or not. She can hardly ignore how much sex is a big part of his life— he wanted to sleep with Linda during their first unofficial case! 

Oh, and he hates hugs, paperwork, rules and goats.

Thinking this way about him… it feels like coming back years ago when she was investigating him rather than with him. She still remembers their first talk like it was yesterday.

               "Lucifer Morningstar… is that a stage name or something?"

                                            "God-given, I'm afraid."

Chloe stops playing with her napkin. 

That isn't entirely true. 

She meets his gaze and smiles back at him almost instantly. "I might have a question about the research I made for… you know. Totally unrelated to the h-topic." 

It's stupid how fast 'Hell' has turned into a forbidden word, in just a few minutes. 

Lucifer arches an eyebrow. "If that's not the first time I see you hesitating to question someone!" 

"You're hardly a suspect in an ongoing case, you're my b--" She gulps, moistening her lips that got burned by his gaze and are now unable to push further words, even two little ones. She drinks what is left of her champagne instead, fast, and nearly spits some on Lucifer's naive expression. "I have questions about who you are."

"Who I am?" Lucifer repeats, quite confused. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Not like that. I mean… you had lots of names through history and the one you have now… I wonder where they come from, one in particular. It appeared a few times in my research."

"Beelzebub?" 

"No, it was—"

"Old Snake, wasn't it? It's the one people are most curious about, although my tongue has never been as forked as they all think. Just pretty skilled to reach unexpected spots," Lucifer soughs while the aforesaid tongue moves upon his tempting lip.

"Actually, it was the… lightbringer?"

[arlome]

Prompts update!

Hello, my darlings! I have some news: in the next few days my country is going into very strict lockdown and I'll be stuck at home with my two little hell beasts angels. I don't know if and when I will be able to complete the lovely prompts you've sent me. It will all depend on my mental and physical state. Ngl, it's going to be rough.

So, I just wanted to say that I'm extremely sorry for this clusterfuck. I really wished for a different outcome.

This year needs to burn in the pits of perdition.

Sod it all to Mordor 😞

[thewollfgang]

Chapters: 3/3 Rating: M Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar Additional Tags: Eldritch Horror, Eldritch!Lucifer, True Forms, Supernatural Elements, Monster Sex  Chapter Summary: 

Chloe knows this is different than her just being able to see what he really looks like, this is Lucifer completely stripped of the human appearance he wraps himself up in, a primordial, unformed thing. 

Lucifer's head lifts to look up at the man and his smug smile has vanished into pale faced fear as clusters of white eyes all swivel to focus on him. Lucifer's extremities shift, bracing himself, as his chest billows with heaving breaths. There he stands in all his terrible, wonderfully glory. A creature of holy writings and nightmares. 

He inhales, long and ragged. Then there's a moment of unbroken stillness before Lucifer's face unhinges, splitting open like overripe fruit to reveal a too deep mouth bristling with teeth. It stretches impossibly wide and he roars. 

It's inhuman. An unholy explosion of sound that makes her back break out into a cold sweat and every hair stand on end. Everything in the room rattles and the hundreds of candles are instantly snuffed.

Then pandemonium breaks out. 

[notonelineff]

Hello, i am a reader of your fanfics and i love them alot so thank you for writing them. i would also like to ask you if you could give me some of your favorite lucifer and chloe fanfics! complete or WIP are fine! i also like ones with bits of angst lol. so what are your favorites you recommend to read please? XD

Thank you so much!

Right… favourite fanfiction, let’s see… *rubs hands together*

Angel in the RAF by voodoohavk

A Softer Beginning by @thewollfgang

Smoke and Mirrors by @theleafpile

Sprung by apparition

Ashes of Eden by @obliobla

From the Ashes by titC

treat me softly my love for i am not as strong as you believe me to be by Namedawesome

The Other Side by Weisse_Rose

What Are All These Kissings Worth by @tarysande

An Inevitable, Unhappy Ending by SomeoneAsGoodAsYou

The Devil You Know by @pellaaearien

Meaningless by Eviera

The Perks of Being Human by @fearthespork

Did Someone Say Thrones? By @kaykat-loves-luci

WIP

A Love Forgotten by @csdeckerstar

After by apparition

Not a Disney Song by Lost Me

Heaven Talks But Not To Me by @petrichorishly

What We Choose to Be by JustCallMeEmrys

There’s probably some I’ve forgotten, but these are the ones off the top of my head that I tend to go back to when I want something good to read. I highly suggest checking out the other works by these authors as well.

[bebecdevil]

I will not say goodbye - Le pire du reste de l'Éternité (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/V8zA8NRHU3 - Pourquoi ? dit-elle à haute voix, un murmure perplexe qui amena Lucifer à rouvrir les yeux. - Pourquoi quoi ? - Pourquoi es-tu revenu ? Promptfic. PostS4-finale. Explicite à venir.

[whatwouldluciferdo]

'Nothing has prepared him for having to watch her walk away with another man.' A bit of #ClassicJealousyTrope fun. Set sometime in the near-ish future, maybe mid/late season 3. No spoilers.

He’s standing in the precinct with Ella, amidst a light argument over the best musical artists of the nineties, when she walks in and robs him of his breath.

She looks… absolutely divine.

(He would know.)

His partner is wrapped up in a silver dress that sparkles even under the dull fluorescent lights. The long smooth line of her chest is exposed, teasing him, the front of her dress dipping into a deep V. And those legs, all tanned and toned and entirely too bare, stretching on for miles he wants to spend all night exploring.

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[arlome]

It sounds like the lovely fic Reel Against Your Body's Borders, written by the brilliant @thewillowbends!

hi!!!! idk if you can help me or not but i'm looking for a fic i read a while ago. its post s4 and lucifer and chloe are together (but haven't slept together yet) and are at a party at linda's house. lucifer excuses himself and chloe goes looking for him and finds him upstairs. does that sound familiar to you???

That sounds vaguely familiar but I have no idea what the title is. If anyone on here knows and can help out this anon, please put it in the replies! I’ll also screenshot this and put it on my twitter to see if anyone over there knows.

[humantardis1941]

Just finished reading a 3 part Lucifer fanfic, and all I can say is Wow! It totally blew me away. Highly recommend it #luciferfanfiction #lucifermorningstar

[nitestorm823]

Lucifer and Shadow Hunters Concept

Please Someone Write This Crossover :)

Lucifer with Mazikeen working a case and the investigation leads them to New York, where the NYPD team him up with Luke.

Lucifer can feel right off the bat that Luke is a Werewolf but doesn’t say anything.

Luke can smell demon when Lucifer is around. Does an in-depth back ground check to find, that he really is a detective for the LAPD and a bar owner; But the scent is so strong/annoying he has Maia drop by the station to confirm his demon thoughts.

Seeking Magnus’ opinion, they come up with a plan to find out what the suppose demon wants/is after.

After a long day into the night of investigating they call it a night. Luke heavily suggesting that Lucifer join him at his favorite all night restaurant.

Lucifer happy agrees once Luke says the Jade Wolf has inexpensive cocktails. Never thought Simon’s line would be needed/used but got to get Lucifer there some how :)

Raphael will already be there and invite them to join him; and Magnus will come in to pick up take-out.

No Alexander! Shadow Hunters! Magnus demanding that His Alexander be nowhere near the suppose demon.

Lucifer noting right off the presents of werewolves, vampires and warlocks. Definitely his kind of place to hang out, just could be cleaner more upscale.

Just as Lucifer asks, “What do you most desire?” . . . Lucifer’s nephew . . . Magnus walks in . . .

Fingers crossed a story where Alec and Shadow Hunters eventually get involved . . . Alec meets Magnus’ Uncle . . . . . .

#LuciferShadowHuntersFanFictionConcept #LuciferTV #ShadowHuntersTV #ShadowHuntersFanFiction #LuciferFanFiction #MagnusBane #LuciferMorningstar #LukeGarroway #MaiaRoberts #RaphaelSantiago #ShadowHuntersFictionalConcept

[luxandlucifer]

Finally!!!

Chapter 9 of A Christmas Miracle is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31409126/chapters/83989732

#AO3 #LuciferFanFiction #FanFiction #Lucifer