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[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.