#lucifer morninstar x reader

[worldofkuro]

So, you do headcanons imagines, stuff like that... Yeah? Can you do one of Alastor, Blitz & maybe Lucifer where someone they care for (S/O or daughter) who has borderline is having a emotional breakdown? Or a splitting episode? I have borderline & I'm not having a good day...

I’m sorry I answered it so late, my dear. I won’t lie, I don’t really do other characters than Alastor, because I think I handle his persona quite well ( I won’t sugarcoat him,dear. So his scenarios can be…rough.). I had to do more research on Lucifer and Blitzø. I hope it will still be good for you.

Alastor: 

Alastor would pity you. How weak of you to be controlled by your emotions, be stronger he doesn’t someone  weak.

He would watch you as you broke down, grinning while spinning his microphone. Your tears were a beautiful spectacle but he was getting tired of it, he needed you to do an errand for him and he was busy being annoyed by you, so you had to go.

He would tap your head, asking for your attention in a silent way. He always hated when you were more concerned about yourself than him. How narcissistic could you be!

When you looked at him, he would smile at you like usual, telling you were making a show of yourself. He couldn’t have that right? He was the star in this hotel !

He would easily calm you down… Well, it’s not calming you down. He would use words that would stun you so hard you would freeze. He would use your insecurities against you to make you feel even more bad than you were feeling but then he would say how amazing he is to keep you by his side even when you were in that state.

You wouldn’t want him to get bored of you, right? So you should cheer up, and give him a big smile! 

In your weakened mind, Alastor’s words sounded like comforting words while it was only condescending manipulation.

In the end, you would go do your errand as Alastor waved you goodbye with a mocking smile.

You were so easy.

“ And don’t forget dear, you are never fully dressed without a smile!”

Blitzø:

Shit, shit shit shit shit !

He would be so lost! He didn’t know how to handle those kinds of emotions, that’s why he ran away from them. He was hesitating between screaming at you to stop being a pussy and hug you.

But it was you… And seeing you in that state really..moved something in him.

He always despited himself, he always pushed away people’s care for him because he knew he would lose their love soon enough. He knew it, he was unlovable. He wasn’t deserving of people caring for him. That he knew.

But when he heard you say those words, the same he thought about himself… He despite it.

He would put you on his knees, his tail wrapping around your ankle and wait for you to calm down. He really was clueless, the only thing he wanted was for you to feel him even when you were lost in this storm of emotion.

Once you began to come back to your senses, he would ask you why you were feeling like that. That might sound stupid, but if you managed to talk about how you were feeling it would help him understand himself better.

He would hug you stronger as you kept stalking. He was just a useless imp… But you didn’t have the right to feel like this, you were better, you were… out of reach. And yet you broke down in his arms.

He would find a solution in sex, I won’t lie. It’s something, bad or good, he used to ground himself, so he might ask if you were in the mood. Maybe that way, you would be able to see how much he cared without him saying it.

“ We’re fine.”

Lucifer:

He would run toward you, maybe crashing against his pile of ducks. He would approach his hand toward your shoulder before taking them back. Did you want to be touched?

Between Alastor, Blitoø and Lucifer, he was the one more capable to understand what you were going through. Sometimes he would feel overweight by the hotness of Hell, wishing for nothing more than to feel the cold air of heaven between his wings.

He knew how feelings could be stronger than oneself, so he would kneeled at your side, and enveloping you in his wings.

He would have his back turned on you and his wings would cover you, making you feel safe, like you were cut from the world you were living in.

Lucifer would sing you a lullaby, a song that he used to sing to Charlie when she was a baby. He would stop when you form would have stopped shaking and you whimper quieted down.

He would turn his head toward you, waiting for you to speak first. If you decided to stay silent, not asking him to sing again, you would stay in a comfortable silence.

He would sometimes wiggle his wings if you touched his feather, wishing to hear your laughter. That’s the least he could do.

He would feel at fault for your conditions, were you like this because you were a sinner? Because he decided to give free will to humans, you had to suffer like this? Your episode would sometimes trigger his own mood drop.

That’s why, when you both were feeling down or you could feel an episode coming and you needed each other, Lucifer would wrap you in his wings, his back turned on you and you would stroke his father from your fingertips.

This was your way of saying, for the both of you.

“ I’m here.”

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Ten: Sit on a Beach and turn Water into Wine

Summary: Lucifer has decided to run for Godhood, and God Himself hosts a cookout.

            “(Y/N), have you heard what your dad is doing?!” said Chloe.

            “ ‘Hi, (Y/N), how are you doing?’ ‘I’m doing great, Chloe, how are you,’ ” said (Y/N), grumbling and sucking on their finger. Chloe had startled them, and they’d stab themself with a pin. Fortunately, no blood got on the clothes.

            “(Y/N), this is a big deal,” said Chloe, frazzled. “Lucifer says he’s going to become God.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). “God told him, Amenadiel, Em, and I that He was going to retire, so…Amenadiel and Lucifer decided someone has to be God.”

            “Doesn’t someone have to be?” said Chloe.

            “Who knows?” said (Y/N). They snickered. “Only God.”

            “(Y/N), be serious. This is Godhood we’re talking about,” said Chloe. “It’s a huge responsibility. Aren’t you worried?”

            (Y/N) considered. “Yes. If Dad becomes God and moves to Heaven, I’m going to be pissed, but I guess I could go and see him since I’m not human.”

            “Do you think he could be a good God?” said Chloe. “I mean, he’s a great guy with a great heart, but I doubt there are many people in the universe capable of being God.”

            “I support my dad more than other angels,” said (Y/N). “If we have to have a God, I want one that knows humanity and that we know.” They brightened. “Especially since if it’s Dad I can yell at him whenever he’s going to do something stupid. I can’t do that with other angels.” They frowned. “Not that I really trust them after how Amenadiel set loose a crazy guy from Hell when he first came to Earth and how Michael is…Michael.”

            Chloe grimaced. “Good point.”

            “But you could probably guess all this,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “This is about your relationship, isn’t it?”

            Chloe turned sheepish. “The world is a bigger problem.”

            “You’re allowed to be concerned about your relationship with him. You love him,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I don’t think you need to worry. My dad really loves you. And God’s…previous relationship shouldn’t really be counted as an example of how Lucifer would be with you. Missy was…something else. You’re not her. My dad’s not Him.” They shrugged as if it wasn’t Godhood they were talking about. “You’re going to be fine. I know it.”

            Chloe smiled. “I hope so.” She looked at (Y/N)’s work. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

            “It’s fine, I’m used to the spontaneous breakdown-advice-sessions,” said (Y/N), shrugging and chuckling. “It’s usually my dad, so you’re a welcome change of pace.”

            Chloe smiled. “Thank you, (Y/N).” She walked back towards the door, paused, and looked back at them. “You’ve got a lot more wisdom than people realize.”

            “I just say what I see,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They were fortunate enough to be able to help people.

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            “Is what Em said true?” said Olive, practicing her runway walk. “God’s retiring?”

            (Y/N) gaze Em a look, and they looked away sheepishly. “He is, but He hasn’t made an announcement to everyone.”

            “They don’t count,” said Em.

            “Yeah, we don’t count,” said Marcel.

            “What are the logistics of God retiring?” asked Leon.

            “Who knows?” said (Y/N). “I guess go and sit on a beach and turn water into wine for the rest of His existence?”

            “Isn’t that Jesus?” said Noa.

            “If he can do it, God can,” said (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Noa.

            “So who takes God’s job after He retires?” said Marcel.

            “Well, since no one’s consider God not being God other than the whole rebellion thing, no one’s sure,” said Em. “But so far we’re assuming an angel will take over the position of God. The considerations have been Amenadiel and Lucifer.”

            “That makes sense,” said Leon. “They’ve seen Earth the most. I’m surprised at Lucifer due to the rebellion—”

            “He volunteered himself,” admitted (Y/N).

            “—but Amenadiel seems to be trusted,” said Leon, nodding.

            “Except he doesn’t want to be God, so he’s out of the running.” (Y/N) frowned. “Oh, God, it’s a presidential campaign.”

            “Those are the worst,” groaned Noa.

            “So it’s just Lucifer running?” said Olive.

            “Not sure. God hasn’t announced His retirement yet, so my Dad and Amenadiel have just been assuming God told them first because He wants them to be God,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope Michael doesn’t run,” said Olive, shivering. Everyone in the room grimaced.

            “Why aren’t you running?” said Leon, looking at (Y/N).

            They froze and dropped the fabric they were draping. They whirled. “What?”

            Everyone looked at Leon, and he blinked.

            “If the logic is that God told the people He thought would be best at being God first, you would be included. I’m not including Em because she’s not an angel—” Em nodded “—but you’re an angel, (Y/N).” Leon tilted his head. “And besides that, you’re someone who understands humanity, you already have considerable power, and you’ve proven yourself one of the most responsible Celestials many times.”

            “Huh, not a bad campaign platform—‘(Y/N), the responsible God,’ ” said Marcel.

            “I’m not going to try to become God, are you crazy?” said (Y/N). “I’m seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and way too busy.” Not the best argument, but they had been taken off guard by the suggestion.

            “I think Leon’s right, you’d be a great choice compared to the angels we know,” said Olive. “No offense to your dad.”

            “And judging from your experiences with angels that haven’t spent time on Earth, they sound condescending.” Noa scoffed. “We don’t need a God like that. You’d respect people enough to listen to them and try to actually help.”

            (Y/N) groaned and looked at Em. “Tell them how ridiculous this sounds.”

            “Actually, they make some great points.” They held up their hands as her partner glared. “But if you don’t want to be God—and I know you don’t really want a God period—no one’s going to make you.” Em grinned. “Even if I think you’d be good at the job, too.”

            “I hate all of you,” grumbled (Y/N). They huffed and turned to their fabric.

            The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club laughed behind them. They knew (Y/N) didn’t mean a word they said.

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            (Y/N) took a sip of their mocha happily, and Em grinned from across the table.

            “Have I earned your forgiveness for the campaign?” said Em teasingly.

            “I guess so,” said (Y/N) primly. “A date is a good way to get my forgiveness.”

            “Oh, good, I can hold your hand then,” said Em, reaching across the table to take (Y/N)’s hand.

            “I would have let you anyways,” said (Y/N), laughing and rolling their eyes.

            “How lucky for me,” said Em, smiling. “So let’s talk about other things. How is your collection coming?”

            “I think it’s going well,” said (Y/N). “I’ve gotten the bases for most of my pieces done, and the tailoring is done for most, too. I’m on my last few pieces before it’s time for details and accessories and all the little things that make the clothes actually nice.”

            “It’s turning out amazing,” said Em. They squeezed (Y/N)’s hand. “I know you’ve been stressed, but you’re doing great.”

            (Y/N) gave Em a relieved smile. “Thanks. I’ve been working hard, so I want it to be perfect.”

            “Hey, you don’t have to worry. You put a ton of effort in and you’re talented. Together, it’s going to be great,” said Em. “I know it.”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), feeling themself relax a bit.

            As if the universe was watching them and wouldn’t let them rest, (Y/N)’s phone buzzed. They glanced at it, and, on the screen, a message was displayed.

            “Family barbecue cookout at six o’clock,” read (Y/N). “And the message is from God.”

            “I thought He didn’t have a phone,” said Em.

            “It’s God,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “I don’t want to go.”

            “If God is asking, you should go. Especially if it’s a family barbecue,” said Em.

            (Y/N) grimaced. “That means a lot of angels.”

            “Exactly. Someone has to be there to be responsible,” said Em.

            (Y/N) put on puppy-dog eyes. “Will you come and keep me company?”

            “Yeah, no way, too much family drama,” said Em.

            (Y/N) grumbled. “Traitor.”

            Em smiled. “I’ll help you pick out your outfit and let you try on as many combinations as you want.”

            (Y/N) huffed.

            “I’ll get you another mocha,” said Em.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms.

            Em leaned. “I’ll make a bet with you~.”

            (Y/N) paused. “What bet?”

            Em grinned. Got ‘em. “I bet you ten dollars you won’t show up as the most alternative, Antichrist-y version of yourself to stick it to the annoying angels in your dad’s family.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “You’re going to owe me ten bucks.”

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            (Y/N) stood beside Amenadiel and Lucifer and stared at the cookout. A giant banner displayed: “Happy Retirement” while angels in Heavenly garb, with weapons, and showing wings walked around. They looked like the stark opposite, dressed in human, alternative clothes and lacking their wings. However, they had ensured

            “We’re so lucky this is LA,” said (Y/N). “Everyone will think this is a movie set and those are props.”

            “Forget about that, he told everyone,” said Lucifer, exasperated.

            Amenadiel groaned as he saw that God’s apron said, “Let there be burgers.” And honestly, he didn’t look happy to see his family (a good portion of it, at least.”

            “How rude. I didn’t even get an invitation,” grumbled Lucifer.

            “Not even Gabriel’s e-vite?” said Amenadiel.

            “Well, she emails too much. I send her straight to spam,” said Lucifer.

            “God texted me,” said (Y/N).

            Amenadiel and Lucifer looked at them in surprise.

            “Hey!” A new angel popped up beside them, and Lucifer and Amenadiel jumped. “Heard you talking about me. Long time no see. Glad you could make it.”

            That must be Gabriel, thought (Y/N).

            “Archangels, assemble,” said Gabriel. “Azrael says hi, wishes she could be here, but you know, no rest for the Angel of Death.”

            “Hey, Gabriel,” said Lucifer and Amenadiel with a sigh.

            “So, you’re the new one,” said Gabriel, looking at (Y/N). She looked them up and down. “Not what I expected, not that we really had any expectations since, I mean, how can there be a new angel when not even Amenadiel’s baby is a full Celestial, but I guess the…look matches Lucifer’s whole ‘Hell’ vibe.”

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. They wore their binder, a red knit tank-top overtop, and baggy, patchwork jeans. Belts and a few chains hung around their hips, their usual necklaces hung around their neck, and several gold pieces hung from their ears. The black markings on their arms and neck were clearly displayed.

            “How did you turn out to be an angel? Huh? Spill everything,” said Gabriel.

            “(Y/N), I’d suggest not telling anything to the Angel of Gossip,” said Amenadiel.

            “It’s Angel of Messages, but whatever,” said Gabriel. “And everyone’s going to be asking. It’s not everyday there’s a new Celestial or that Lucifer gets a kid—he hates them—or that both happens or that the Apocalypse nearly starts because of said kid Celestial or that they’re still just standing there like nothing happened.”

            (Y/N) bristled at the reminder and the idea of everyone asking about them. They were suddenly aware of the curious looks their way. Lucifer stepped towards them protectively.

            “If they want to know my child, they can act like normal people, not the terrible gossips they are,” said Lucifer. “So, Gabriel, stop talking about them.”

            Gabriel held up her hands. “My bad, sorry, sorry. Geez. I can get plenty of hot gossip without that, anyways. Have you heard? Dad’s getting old, and He’s losing it.”

            “Who told you that?” said (Y/N), feeling something off.

            “Michael,” said Gabriel.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes, and Amenadiel and Lucifer looked at each other worriedly. Michael was spreading quite the bit of information. It made sense to tell everyone about (Y/N) since then he could have the satisfaction of having the Antichrist disliked, and he still didn’t like them. But why would he spread such things about God?

            “At first we were like, ‘What? No way!’ But then we heard that Dad was making people sing, turned Himself mortal, lost His powers, exploded a human,” said Gabriel.

            What was that last one?

            “He put the human back together again,” said Lucifer, grimacing.

            “Can we please talk about the immediate problem here?” said Amenadiel. “Like all of us Archangels gathered here on Earth, out in the open, for all of humanity to see?”

            “I already told it’s LA. No one will care,” said (Y/N).

            “Anyway, if you will excuse us, sister, we would like to have a chat with dear old dad,” said Lucifer.

            They tried to step forward, but another angel stepped out. Amenadiel grinned.

            “Remiel,” he greeted.

            (Y/N) stiffened slightly since that was the angel who had once considered taking them and Charlie to the Silver City.

            “It’s good to see you, brother,” said Remiel, smiling and hugging Amenadiel.

            “Sister,” greeted Lucifer.

            Remiel glared, but it wasn’t like Lucifer was particularly happy either after she tried to take (Y/N) away. Her eyes landed on (Y/N).

            They raised a hand. “Hey.”

            Hesitantly, since she didn’t know how much the Antichrist knew about what she’d been sent to Earth to do once, Remiel said, “Hi.”

            Lucifer took (Y/N)’s arm and guided them forward again towards God, but another angel interrupted their path.

            What is it with angels and always getting in the way of things? grumbled (Y/N).

            “Who invited the Devil and the Antichrist to our gathering of angels?” said the aggressive angel, glaring at Lucifer and (Y/N).

            Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and his protective hold on (Y/N) tightened. “Brother Zadkiel, still taking your Angel of Righteousness role too seriously, I see.” He smiled. “I’d suggest you watch your tone when speaking to me and my family or that righteousness will become rudeness.”

            Zadkiel tsked. “I knew it was a mistake of Gabriel to send out the invitation to everyone, even the rabble.”

            “How dare you,” said Lucifer, his eyes glowing red.

            (Y/N) put their hand on their dad’s arm and smiled at Zadkiel. “Actually, I got an invitation from Grandpa Himself.” They made sure to use the familial term to stick it to Zadkiel. “So if you kick me out, it’s going against His will. Don’t want to do that, do we?” They grinned.

            Zadkiel furrowed his brow and faltered at the fact that the Antichrist Michael had been telling everyone was dangerous and evil had been asked personally by their father to come to the cookout.

            Lucifer grinned proudly at (Y/N)’s response. “If you’ll excuse us.” He pushed past Zadkiel with (Y/N), and Amenadiel gave Zadkiel a disappointed look due to his rudeness.

            “Hello, my sons, grandchild,” said God, smiling at them all as they approached the barbecue. “Welcome to my retirement party. Can you smell what I’m cooking? I learned that phrase from Linda.”

            “Please tell me you haven’t taught Him any slang,” said Lucifer quietly to (Y/N).

            “Nope, if He says He’s in His retirement era or something, it wasn’t me,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief before he returned to speaking to God. “Dad, I thought your retirement was supposed to be a secret.”

            “It was, and thank you for keeping it,” said God.

            “Father, we couldn’t find you after you disappeared from Lucifer’s penthouse,” said Amenadiel. “Were you off planning your retirement?”

            “Oh, I should do that, shouldn’t I?” said God.

            “I vote sit on a beach and turn water into wine,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            God chuckled. “Not a bad idea.”

            “So, Dad.” Gabriel popped up. “Since you’re retiring, there’ll be a new you, right? Who’s it gonna be?”

            At the words, other angels began to form a crowd. Everyone wanted to understand what would happen with God retiring.

            “If it’s a secret, whisper it in my ear, I won’t tell a soul,” said Gabriel.

            No one believed that.

            “It’s obvious who will replace Father,” said Remiel. “It’s Amenadiel.”

            “Yes!” cheered one angel, and a few others nodded in support. No one seemed to dispute it too much.

            “Well, actually, it’s not going to be Amenadiel,” said Lucifer. “It’s going to be the handsomest of us all.”

            (Y/N) made the smart decision to take a step out of the crowd so they weren’t in the line of fire after the next announcement was dropped.

            “Hanjobiel?” said Gabriel.

            I’m going to start laughing at these names soon, thought (Y/N).

            God seemed to smother a grin.

            “No, not Hanjobiel,” said Lucifer, exasperated. “It’s going to be me.”

            “What?” said Gabriel as murmurs started up.

            “No,” said Zadkiel.

            “Amenadiel, tell him it’s you,” said Remiel.

            Amenadiel smiled. “Remi, I’m sorry. But Lucifer has my full support.” Lucifer had such a surprised smile on his face. For a moment, their brotherly love was apparent.

            “How can that be?!” said Zadkiel. “Of all the angels that are worthy—”

            “Who is more qualified than me? Good point,” said Lucifer. “I ran Hell for millennia. Have any of you run your own kingdom? Even so much as a taco truck? Didn’t think so.”

            “Brother, you know I’ve always followed your lead, okay?” said Remiel to Amenadiel. “But I cannot support the Fallen One.”

            And yet he’s the only one who’s ever learned from a mistake and not remained a condescending ass like the rest of you, thought (Y/N), the shadows at their feet twitching.

            God raised a brow.

            “Father, this is your choice,” said Zadkiel. “Not theirs. Tell us who you choose to be your successor. Please.”

            Everyone clamored in agreement.

            God just raised His hands. “Children, children. Please, one thing at a time. My retirement plan, then my successor. But first, who wants another hotdog?”

            Still, despite Him giving out more food and people spreading out, the whispers and quiet bickering were clear. (Y/N) watched from the side and tsked. It was crazy to think these were powerful angels. They just felt like arguing siblings, as annoying and normal as humans.

            “It seems my children are determined to bicker today,” sighed God, standing beside (Y/N).

            “Siblings are like that,” said (Y/N). “That’s what my friends tell me.”

            “I hope that they will learn to get along once I retire,” said God.

            “I know you want that, but I think until the whole successor thing is handled, they’re going to be on edge,” said (Y/N).

            God sighed. “I’m afraid you’re right.” He looked at them. “You don’t seem invested.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not. Other than not wanting a couple of your kids to be God, I don’t particularly mind who becomes God. I just want them to be a good God.”

            “What do you think makes a good God?” said God.

            (Y/N) paused to consider. “Someone who understands humanity and respects people. If they look down on them, they won’t ever do the right thing for them. People would be overlooked. Also, someone who tries to do the right thing in general. There are some people who don’t try to do good in the world and just let it happen randomly. I think God should be someone who actively seeks out a way to help people. And most importantly, I don’t think God should be someone who wants the power of God. They should be someone who wants to be God to serve the world to the best of their ability, not because they’re power hungry.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I just think God needs to be someone who a good head and a good heart.”

            God looked at (Y/N). “And a good head. Wise.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah.”

            God smiled. “I agree.”

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[writeshite]

Hunger For The Devil

Summary:

You, hmm, in agreement, “It wouldn’t be if you’d stay in the mornings,” you pout. Lucifer’s tendency to run off at first light was nothing awful; it was more so annoying than insulting. “Don’t you remember our first time? Us.” “Rome.” “The sound of Caeser dying,” you reminisced, “oh, how fun that was.”

Pairings:

Lucifer Morningstar x Male!Reader

Tags:

Beelzebub!Reader | Smut | Sort Of Inspired By Gomez and Morticia Addams

Words: 1554

Author's Note:

A piece requested by @houseofalexo because as we all know Lucifer Morningstar is a gift

Sometimes, a sin has to leave hell and find other things to do with his immortal life. It doesn’t matter how luxurious your position in hell had been; it won’t cover the boredom that seeps into the infernal world. You hadn’t hated it, but one does grow sick of cold and heat and screams; Earth was much different; live humans were much more entertaining - rather ecstatic for a species with such a short lifespan - you’d been topside for centuries, not quite as long as some others.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” 

Speak of the devil. The restaurant isn’t small by any means; its luxury is evident by the silver carved decor and glimmering chandeliers; if not that, then the clientele was undoubtedly enough indication. Lucifer’s dark suit was well pressed, jacket in hand; he strolled up to your table, familiar grin on his face; he placed his coat on your chair and a peck on your forehead in greeting.

“My Lord Lucifer,” you began, “a pleasant surprise.”

“I’d imagine so,” he says, sitting beside you; he takes your hand, holding it lightly as he gazes at you. “It’s been far too long, Beelzebub.”

You, hmm, in agreement, “It wouldn’t be if you’d stay in the mornings,” you pout. Lucifer’s tendency to run off at first light was nothing awful; it was more so annoying than insulting. “Don’t you remember our first time? Us.”

“Rome," he adds.

“The sound of Caeser dying,” you reminisced, “oh, how fun that was.” You took a bite of the berry and cream crepe dessert; Lucifer wasted no time indulging himself, snagging a piece. You lightly smacked his hand away, “Manners. At least ask first,” you tutted.

“How rude of me,” he takes your chin in his hand and holds it gently, “May I have a taste?” You nod, and he kisses you, his other hand gently holding your face; he angles his body toward you. When he draws back, he licks his lips, a satisfied smile on his face, “Wonderful.” His eyes take on the familiar ruby glint, and he licks his lips; your sin makes him crave more; both of you seem to be driving the other specialty higher as the humans around you turn. That’s not unusual, annoying, if anything else. 

“So then, my precious little devil,” you stroke his hand, fingers laced with his, “do you desire something?” You tease, and he snickers, “Or,” your fingers walk from his hand, along his arm, and to his chest, dragging him even closer by his tie. “Do you hunger for me?”

“Yes,” someone voiced, a fellow customer, opulent suit and multiple rings; he’d been one of the closest to your table and was nearly on his knees. His eyes were wide, and his pupils were blown as he reached out for you; you simply brushed him off, shaking your head.

“Sorry, but I’m looking for something more hellish tonight,” you turn him away. Lucifer draws back your attention, the rest of your dessert is gone, and the cheeky bastard licks his lips, a smug smile on his face. “I was going to eat that,” you protest, “I hope you plan to compensate me.”

“I have dessert!” another voice cuts in as a plate is all but thrown onto your table. Another human has approached your table, cutting in between you and Lucifer; they offer said dessert with a hopeful look, expression more dazed and infatuated than the last man. You turn him away the same, “But, I have what you need!” he insists, pressing forward desperately, “I hunger for you!”

“As delectable as you think you are, I’m not craving mortality today,” you tell him, “now,” your eyes take on an unnatural hue, “run along,” you hiss at the man. He leaves, dejected, and his face cast down. You smooth out your features, returning to appear human, “I do apologize —”

Lucifer dismisses your apologies, leaning close to press a kiss to your cheek, “Think nothing of it; I don’t blame them,” he says, “but all the same, let’s take this elsewhere, shall we?” He flags a server over, and you both stand to leave, rather excited for the night ahead, when you are yet again interrupted.

“Please,” the cry is desperate, and you find yourself wrapped in unfamiliar arms; your combined presence has wrapped the humans further in a haze of their own bliss, their desperation claws at their skins, expressions distraught at the thought of you leaving. “Please don’t go! You can’t leave me!”

You shrug him off as you did the others; unlike the others, however, this human doesn’t slink away in despair; on the contrary, he grabs the nearest delicacy and throws it at you. It’s nothing major, a handful of something, but it does the trick of staining your suit. It hits your shoulder, trails leading down your arm as it falls to the floor, another pelts you again, you dodge the next, and it narrowly misses your face. You dodge a few others, but some do hit the target; Lucifer isn’t spared the barrage either - a few good hits land and leave him equally as enraged - you shirk out a wing to deflect the attacks, knocking a few humans back in the process. 

The food stops coming, as your assailants stand in shock, mouths open, a few make incomprehensible sounds, “What’s the matter? Scared of little old me?” you taunt; they don’t retaliate and resign further when you allow a few more demonic features out. The wiser ones turn tail; the not so wise ones seem to be adamant about challenging you, or rather Lucifer.

“Why does he get to have you?!”

Lucifer looks a tad miffed at that; his face flashes to its actual self for a moment, causing them to step back, a few releasing screams before you stop him from laying a hand on them. “Now, now, dear, don’t be too rash,” you tell him.

The previous question is repeated, far more timidly this time, and you answer, “Why?” you begin, head tilted and eyes taking an unnatural hue, “because I am Beelzebub, and I crave nothing but the very best; you, my sweet little mortals, don’t even come close.” 

They appear deflated and finally turn away; you return your attention to Lucifer, brushing a hand on his suit, “What a waste….” you mumble, brushing the crumbs away. “Our first date in centuries, ruined,” you pout jestingly.

“Perhaps I should make up for that with another, then?” Lucifer muses.

You chuckle, “As long as there’s food involved,” you respond, “if not, there are other things I wouldn’t mind tasting again.” 

“I’ll put that on the dessert menu then; let’s see about that date.”

You leave the restaurant hand in hand and head to another, one with private booths, “Such a gentleman,” you say when he leads you inside. 

Two meals are ordered, alongside wine and some privacy; you dine leisurely, closely sat together, “We should do this more often,” Lucifer remarks, taking a spoonful of your food.

“Hmm, well, I wouldn’t say no to that,” you reply, “but I may have to return to hell,” you pout.

“Or you could stay here with me,” he offers, threading his fingers with yours, “two infernal lovers,” he pecks beneath your ear, “free from our hellish responsibilities.” His nose trails down to the junction with your shoulder; you tilt your head back with a giddy smile. Open-mouth kisses follow to the tune of your laughter; Lucifer’s hands drift beneath your shirt, caressing the skin of your hip, and your own hands move to his hair, softly tugging at some of the strands. A few yeses slip between the laughter, and Lucifer’s enthusiasm piques further. He lays a series of bites with his kisses, drawing back when the soft noises outside your private booth remind you of your public location. 

You finish your meals quicker now and move your tryst elsewhere - hands tugging at the other’s clothes as you make your way up to his penthouse - the music from his bar grows distant, your focuses zeroing in on each other. No care is given to clothing, a few things tear here and there, but you ignore them as your stumble into the bed together. Lucifer’s kisses return, teeth dragging along your skin, leaving hickeys in his wake. You graze over the wing scars of his back, leaving newer ones alongside them, his own leaving markings on your waist. 

“Someone’s eager,” you mumble, never one to leave you empty; his fingers make quick work inside of you and draws out light moans. Your back arches slightly, a whine in your throat when his fingers leave, soon enough replaced by his cock. You hook your legs around him, back arching further when he begins to thrusts. His own body curves closer to you, holding you close, laughter mixes with groans, and any words said come out barely coherent. His hand moves to your dick and Lucifer’s hand moves faster - you dig your nails into his back when you cum. Lucifer follows much later, adjusting speed to draw out more sounds from you, angling your leg higher to delve deeper inside you. When he cums, you cling close together, and he falls atop you after, the promising smirk on his face for round two.

End Note:

Look, I would barter my soul for Lucifer. Stay Hydrated.

[mrmorningstar-lucifer]

Where Do Stars Go When They Fall, Mr. Morningstar?

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Lucifer imagine (so keep that in mind). I would love to continue writing these and requests are open if you would like to submit one. I’d love to hear your feedback and let me know if you want a part two :) Enjoy!

~ Lucifer Morningstar x Reader ~

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,195

Prompt: Your friends dragged you out to Lux, much to your annoyance, and you catch the eye of Lucifer Morningstar, the owner. He takes interest in you and tries to get you into his bed, but you’re more interested in talking to him: specifically about stars and where they go when they fall.

“Jessica, I don’t want to go.” You protested, backing away. “Clubs are horrific. Full of barely dressed people, rubbing against each other - and not in a good way might I add - and it’s all sweaty and hot and disgusting. Oh, not to mention that you have to politely talk to any prick that comes up to you offering to get you the cheapest drink at the bar.”

“Dude…” Jessica laughed.

“I mean couldn’t they at least give you a choice? I’ve never had a guy let me pick a cocktail. It’s like they know the cheapest thing.”

“[Y/N]. Stop. Not to be selfish or anything, but it’s my birthday. I’m 22 today. So it would be great if you could stop complaining about getting free drinks and get your arse away from that wall and put this dress on.”

“Jessica, I came all the way from England for your birthday.”

“Yes. This was part of the deal.” She laughed, dragging me away from the wall that was protecting me from the night ahead. “Hey, American men might let you pick a cocktail.”

“Hmmm… that’s something I can get behind.” You responded. You knew you had to go, even if you didn’t want to. Jessica was your best friend, you owed her this. A good time at the most prestigious club in LA with her best friend by her side. There were of course other girls going, but you had been there from the start. “Alright then, where’s this dress that you said I would look nice in?”

“Gimme a sec.” Jessica said, running into the other room. “I know you wouldn’t normally wear this, even at a party. However, your figure is amazing and this is my birthday so I want you to turn heads.”

“Surely, you’d want to turn heads? Right?”

“[Y/N], I wouldn’t worry about that. Turning heads is my speciality.” She laughed coming back out with the dress.

“Ah, I forgot about that.” You chuckled in response, taking the dress from her hands. “I guess I’ll get ready then.”

The music drowned any chance of conversation out as you stepped into LUX. You already hated it.

“Jessica, I’m wearing this ultra figure-hugging, crimson, short, v-neck dress and I’m still the most clothed here.”

“You’re surprised? Come on, let’s get drinks.” You followed Jessica, as well as the other girls, weaving between people swanning around the club. Drinks sounded like a good idea. “Right, ladies, what would you like?”

“The cheapest thing you have?” You asked, laughing, noticing Jessica snigger too. The bartender nodded, looking you up and down as he did, before laying down a glass of whiskey.

“Whiskey? That’s the cheapest?” You questioned to Jessica, as you grabbed the glass from the bar and smiled at the man behind it. “Normally its knockoff Coca Cola and some £5 vodka.”

“Take it while you can.” Jessica laughed before dragging you away from bar towards the dance floor.

“Wait. Go have fun.” You stopped her. “I’m gonna sit there,” you pointed towards a bar seat, “and finish my drink. I don’t want to get it on your dress when these half-dressed pricks knock it on me.”

“[Y/N], come on.” She pleaded.

“Look, I’ll be five minutes. Chill.” I smiled. “And besides, you’re turning heads.”

Jessica looked behind her, and smiled back at you before joining the rest of the girls, and the men eyeing her up. You retreated back to the bar, sitting on the stool furthest in the corner. You came to the club, that was enough right? You didn’t have to socialise with any one? Didn’t have to dance? Could just sit and drink the night away?

“Fuck, this is horrific.” You whispered to yourself, not that it would matter, you could scream it and still no one would be able to hear you.

“Horrific? That’s a bit harsh don’t you think, Darling?” A sultry voice spoke.

You turned to your right to see a man stood next to you. His eyes bearing down on you, looking you up and down.

“Yes. Look, I don’t want a drink. Honestly, I came here to get away from British men.” You spoke to him, before looking deep into your whiskey glass.

“Not even from the Devil?” He replied, sliding into the seat next you. “Morningstar. Lucifer Morningstar.” He extended his hand and you took it, hesitantly.

“Strange name.” You responded, taking a swig from your glass. “I’m [Y/N].”

“Well, I had no desire to be called that, [Y/N].” Lucifer responded, his dark eyes looking down at you. A smirk forming on his face. He was being flirty and you knew it, and surprisingly you enjoyed it. “Tell me beautiful, what do you desire the most?”

You head turned up to look at him, eyes transfixed on him. He was indeed very attractive. “Does that get you all the girls?”

He looked back at you dumbfounded. “Actually, yes. Just not you it seems.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, turning back to your drink once more. As soon as the liquid burned down your throat for the third time, you truly regretted your choice. Cheap is not always best. Speaking of cheap: the cheap shot sat next to you, Lucifer, was staring at you with a mix of concern and confusion. He snapped out of it as you turned back to look at him. Downing the rest of your whiskey quickly, you stood up before your brain had even registered that you swallowed the drink. You pulled down your dress a little, the crimson colour hugging your small waist. You did look good, you couldn’t deny that, it was just strange feeling so exposed.

“I should go back to my friends.” You smiled at him politely. You did want to stay, how could you turn down a man like that. A man that seemed to be so divinely built with devilishly good-looking features.

“Hold on a minute, Darling.” He reached out grabbing your arm, before standing up himself. “Let me buy you a drink. If my natural charms didn’t work, which trust me is very strange, maybe a cocktail will help.”

“You’re really full of yourself aren’t you, Mr. Morningstar. However, for a cocktail, I’d do anything.”

“Luckily, I know the perfect place to get one.”

“Really?” You smirked. “Wait. Would it happen to be your place? Because if so, I’ve just now decided I’m not interested. I need to stay with friends, even if you are incredibly attractive.”

“Ah, so you do find me attractive. Maybe my charms are working.”

“Oh, that’s just what I say to all the guys who offer me drinks.” You lied, noticing the shock hit his eyes. 

“Interesting. Let me escort you to the bar.”

“Well I suppose that would be okay.” You turned around, heels digging into your ankles. Just a few more hours and you would be able to take them off.

“My, my, my, you are gorgeous aren’t you.”

“Umm, thanks.” You blushed. “So where is this cocktail?” Trying to diffuse the awkwardness of your response. But in hind sight it seemed rude and obnoxious. You glanced over the crowd to see if you could find Jessica. Leaving her without warning was a no, especially on her birthday. You quickly spotted her and made eye contact. As soon as you did she seemed more than happy that you were being whisked off by this gorgeous gentleman, even winking as she saw him move closer to you.

“Right this way.” He led, touching the small of your back with his hands. He clearly didn’t think you comment was rude and the tingle spreading across your back meant you knew the night was just beginning.

“Lucifer, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Relax. It’s my place.” He said following you up the stairs.

“You live above the nightclub?” You questioned, stopping in your tracks. “Isn’t that a bit annoying?

“No, it has a good view. Speaking of good views, keep walking.” He smirked, glancing down at you.

Typical. It was a lot more charming than others, but still underneath all of it, he was just a horny, desperate guy.

“Listen, I’m not going to fuck you.” You responded angrily.

“How about now?” He spoke, gazing into your eyes.

You felt a tremor of lust burst through you, tingling throughout your whole body. You’ve had this before with a select few guys but there was something different about this one. Something magical, mystical almost, yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. There was just something addictive about him.

“No. You self-righteous prick.” You scoffed, snapping out of whatever trance he had put over you and storming past him.

“Wait, wait, Darling… Darling.” He halted you in your tracks. “You are an interesting one aren’t you?”

His sultry voice flowing from him like honey. You couldn’t believe how attractive he was. His tall, muscular frame made evident by his figure hugging suit. His hair messed up slightly, his golden brown eyes glinting in the subtle light.

“What do you want from me? Apart from sex?”

“Darling. I don’t want anything from you. I promise. My charms clearly haven’t worked… unfortunately, because you really are a beauty.”

“Dude.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Sorry. Let me make you a cocktail.” He replied, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I promise no sex either, unless you change your mind I’m always willing.”

“Good to know.” You said rolling your eyes. “One cocktail, Mr Morningstar. Then I’m going back to my friends.”

“Mr. Morningstar? Oh, stop. You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”

You laughed in response, moving closer to him. “Are you always like this?”

“Yes, Darling.” He replied, moving in just a tiny bit closer.

“I like you. Can’t quite explain why.” You closed the gap slowly, trying to tease him as best you could, just to play him at his own game. It probably wasn’t working, but at least it was fun to try. “Sex on the beach, please.”

“I’m sure I can arrange that.” He spoke, trying to move closer, but you stood back just in time.

“The cocktail, Lucifer.” You smirked.

He scoffed in response before leading you further up the stairs.

“So you’re telling me you own this place?” You asked, sipping on your sex on the beach.

“So you’re more confused about the fact I own this place than the fact I’m the devil?” He laughed, looking at you intently.

“Yes. Come on, you don’t actually think I believe you, do you?” You spoke putting your glass down on the bar that looked almost exactly like the one below you in LUX. You were surprised to say the least that the owner of the most prestigious club in LA had taken a shine to you, let alone taken you up to his penthouse apartment.

“Well, the name’s Lucifer. Morningstar. Lucifer Morningstar, Darling. I couldn’t make it any clearer.” He sighed, causing you to smirk.

“Sorry,” You replied, reaching over the bar to touch his hand with your fingertips. “I’m just not the religious type.”

“Even more reason to do it with the Devi.” He spoke, looking at your hand on his.

He was charming. Incredibly charming. But unfortunately, you weren’t that into nutcases that thought they were the Devil. 

“Mhm.” You sipped your drink again.

“I really have no power over you, do I?” He leaned forward, wrapping his eyes in yours. “Tell me, what’s your desire?”

“Lucifer, you already asked me that. My desire is for you to take me outside to see the view and so I can ask you a very important question.” You smiled, touching the tip of his nose with your fingertip. 

His smirk grew as you made your way outside, pulling open the glass panelled doors. 

“Ahhh...” You breathed in as the breeze blew into your face. “Nothing like LA smog.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” He turned to you as you looked out over the balcony. “So what’s this important question you have for me?”

You smiled at him, before sitting down on the closest seat. He eyed you up for a few seconds before joining you. 

“Has a girl ever said no to you?” You questioned.

“Oh. Well, Darling. No. You’re the first.” He raised his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming in the subtle balcony light. “Remarkable really, I don’t quite understand how you could decline me.”

“Lucifer, you’re the Devil... apparently.” You laughed. 

“Yes, but as the Devil I have certain charms.” 

“Have you ever thought about seeing a therapist? To you know, get over this strange metaphor?” You asked seriously.

“As a matter of fact, I do see a therapist. Even she can’t resist my charms.”

“Wow!” You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re sleeping with your therapist. That’s so incredibly immoral, but good on you, I’m impressed.”

“Now let me ask you something, [Y/N].” Lucifer spoke, shifting closer towards you, before he was directly next to you. “Have you ever said yes to a guy?” 

“Oh. Ummm...” You stuttered. “Well, I say yes to their drinks... but yes to the person? Maybe back in 11th grade.”

“Looks like someone needs to loosen up.” He smirked.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you, Lucifer.” You rolled your eyes. “I think I just need a chat, instead of some dick. Dick is everywhere, good chats are hard to come by.”

“Quite right. Men are horrible, aren’t they?” He spoke, bringing his glass of whiskey to his mouth.

“I’ll cheers to that.” You giggled, clashing your glass into his. “Shit, sorry.”

“Really, darling! This is a designer suit.” He spoke, trying to dab away the whiskey that had fallen onto him after you pushed your glass to his.

“Oooh, I’ve never had a rich guy go after me.” You laughed, handing him a tissue from your bag.

There was a moment of silence as you watched him try to erase any trace of whiskey from his shirt and blazer. Surprisingly, he was actually quite nice. Admittedly, he had only wanted you for sex before, but now, he seemed genuinely interested in just talking to you. Which was something completely new to you.

“Okay, so let me get this straight.” You proclaimed. “You’re the Devil? Like the whole fallen angel, got on Daddy’s bad side, kinda thing?”

“Sure, it was more that my father kicked me out of heaven and sent me to reign over hell... but I suppose ‘got on Daddy’s bad side’ works too.”

“So you must have serious Daddy issues then?” You joked, watching his shocked face.

“Very funny.”

“Wait, so you were in heaven for a bit then?” You quizzed, leaning closer to him.

“Yes, up until He got bored of me.” 

“Thank God!” You shouted. “Sorry. Too soon?” You whispered, noticing him glare at you as soon as you said ‘God’. “I just wanted to know something.”

“Go on.” He leaned in closer to you.

“Where do stars go? You know when they fall? I’ve always wanted to know.”

“Fallen angels wasn’t really my area. Well, until I became one.”

“So stars are angels?”

“No. You have normal stars, and then fallen angels. The ones that you see glide through the air, and fall: those are the fallen angels.” He looked down at the floor. 

Shit, [Y/N]. A decent guy actually wants to talk to you and you upset him by talking about his, however fake, family problems. 

“I always thought falling stars were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I also used to wish on them.” You smiled sweetly, moving his chin up to face you. “So, Lucifer, there was someone who saw you fall, and thought you were the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen, and wished they deepest desire when they saw you fall, and you made them come true.”

He smiled, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. “Just think of that Lucifer when you think of how much of a dick your Dad was. He sounds like a dick.”

“He is.” He laughed.

You could feel the space between you close up. You wanted to kiss him. Badly. You could tell he wanted to kiss you too. This was the first guy. The first guy you had ever wanted to kiss after just meeting them. Maybe he was the Devil, maybe he had a magic trance over you. You both leaned in closer but before anything could happen, your phone rang loudly.

“Shit.” You sighed, grabbing your purse.

“Disappointed, Darling?” He smirked.

“A little.” You whispered through the noise as you took your phone out your purse. Jessica. 

J: “Hey? You okay?”    - Yeah, I’m fine. I’m still with the guy.

J: “The hot one that I saw you walking away with?”   - Yeah, the hot one.

J: “Anything happen?”   - No. But that’s probably for the best anyway. I’m sorry I took off.

J: “Oh, don’t worry about it. I did too.”   - Hahha good. Look, I’ll come back down now.

J: “Down? Don’t you mean back?”   - No, I mean down. Turns out the super hot guy I was walking away with... he’s the owner of LUX.

J: “Shittttt. Good for you girl. Make sure you get us more free passes.”   - I will, Jessica. See you in five minutes!!

“Lucifer, I’ve got to go now.” You spoke, turning your phone off and stuffing it away.

“Don’t you mean ‘super hot guy’?” He laughed, standing up at the same time as you.

“Yes, super hot guy works too.” You smiled, walking towards the inside of his penthouse. “Thank you for the drink, and the chat.”

“Wait, [Y/N]!” He shouted, running behind you and grabbing your wrist. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” You smiled, looking down at your wrist gripped by his hand.

“Right.” He spoke, abruptly letting go of you. “Sorry. I just liked the chat.”

“We didn’t talk about much.” You giggled.

“Well, what we did talk about, I enjoyed.” He put his hands in his pockets. “And besides, we’ll have to change that. Come back tomorrow night, I’ll take you out to dinner. Wear a dress, it’ll be fancy.”

“Lucifer, you don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to, Darling.”

You grinned. Probably the biggest smile you had ever made. Something about him made you comfortable and happy. It was like you had been friends for ages. It didn’t seem weird talking about stars, or daddy issues for that matter, ten minutes after you had met each other. You liked him. There was something special about him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Till tomorrow.” The smile on his face widened.

You reached closer to his face, delicately pecking a small kiss on his check, before smiling at him once more. He seemed more shocked than anything.

“Are you trying to get in my pants?” He asked, clearly joking.

You winked and begun laughing as you walked away from him.

“Till tomorrow.” He shouted to you, as you the elevator to the main area of LUX opened up before you and you stepped in.

“Till tomorrow.” You grinned as you watched the doors close in front of you, hiding Lucifer Morningstar from your view.

That was it! Let me know if you would like a part two as that is something I can definitely write. Also if you want to be added to my Lucifer Taglist let me know :) Feedback is appreciated. 

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The Devils Detective pt.4

Summary: Chloe left. After finding out the truth about Lucifer, she left. After six months, the department finally found her replacement. At first glance, the job is great, but that is until you meet Lucifer and all the drama that comes with him.

Warnings: Lucifer(tv) Themes, Murder Cases, Shootouts, Angst, Revenge, 18+, Therapist Sessions, Emotional Drama, PTSD, Possibly More to Come Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader (Raelynn), Lucifer x Chloe Decker

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Previously: Lucifer believed to’ve made progress with Detective Raelynn only to fall short. After discovering something on the Detective’s computer, he finds where she lives to investigate only to find out something else.

“You have an awful lot of things in there, Detective. Might I inquire what it is you’re doing?” “What I may or may not be doing in my home is of no concern to you Lucifer. Now get out.”

Lucifer shook his head as the Detective started to push him down the hall, looking back at her over his shoulder.

“I quite believe it is of concern to me, my dear.”

She scoffed, glaring up at him.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

Lucifer huffed slightly as he stopped, causing the Detective to slam into him, Lucifer grabbing her before she fell.

“Because Detective, we’re partners.”

The Detective shook her head, looking up at Lucifer, her jaw clenched.

“Lucifer, how many times do I have to tell you? We are not partners, and we never will be partners.”

Lucifer shook his head, dropping his hands from her arms.

“I don’t understand Detective. Just yesterday I thought we’d made progress-”

“It’s nothing against you Lucifer, but I don't do partners.”

Lucifer slightly made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“Why?”

The Detective sighed softly, shaking her head.

“I’m not getting into this with you Lucifer. Please just leave.”

She turned, moving to walk back down the hallway when Lucifer grabbed her hand, turning her back towards him.

“Detective, please.”

“Lucifer-” Lucifer reached up, placing his hand on her cheek.

“Detective, for reasons I can’t explain at this time, I care about you. So please, talk to me.”

She sighed, looking down at the floor.

“I had a partner once. He was my best friend. I considered him my family and he betrayed me.”

She shook her head, looking up at Lucifer.

“I’ve had to learn the hard way that others can’t be trusted. So I’m sorry Lucifer, but I can’t have you as my partner.”

Lucifer sighed, dropping his hand.

“I saw what you’re working on, Detective. I can help you.”

“Lucifer-”

Lucifer shook his head, placing his finger over her mouth. “We don’t have to be partners. But we can work together on this. You need help.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“And I’ve been told I can be very helpful.”

The Detective laughed, shaking her head.

"I'm sure you have, Lucifer."

"Then you agree? We shall solve this case of yours together?"

Detective Raelynn took a deep breath, Lucifer growing impatient as he waited for her reply when she nodded, looking up at him.

"Yes, we'll work the case together."

Lucifer smiled, clapping his hands together.

"Excellent! Let's get started then, shall we?"

“So the Detective has been hurt in the past by someone she trusted?” “Yes. See, I thought the problem was me, but it isn’t.”

Linda nodded slightly, looking down at her notes.

“Maybe, but you could partially still be the problem Lucifer.”

“Nonsense. I’ve done nothing to harm the Detective unlike her previous partner, nor would I ever.”

“Yes, but Lucifer-”

Lucifer’s phone went off, causing him to reach into his pocket and pull his phone out, smiling as Linda sighed.

“Lucifer, how many times have I told you, no cell phones during our sessions?” Lucifer stood, not bothering to look over at Linda as he walked towards the door.

“Pleasure as always Linda!”

Linda huffed as Lucifer walked out of the room, shaking her head.

“Every single time.”

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No Big Deal //part 4

Fandom: Lucifer (TV show)

Summary: Based on: “Imagine being a student and getting a job at LUX for a bit of money and Lucifer taking an interest in you and then taking you with him when he goes around with Chloe.” by @thefandomimagine

Getting kidnapped seemed like much more fun on TV.

By now, you should have made some clever plan of escaping, or at least have a clue about where were you being held. Or maybe, if it was a happy movie, you could notice some hero lurking in the background, ready to step in and save your sorry ass. Instead, as all things in your life, you were left alone, in some muddy clothes, without any hope lurking behind a pipeline. Just a typical day.

He punched you again. Your head flew to the right as your vision blanked for a moment. Blood pooled in your mouth and dripped out of swollen lips, streaming down your chin.

“Tell me where they are!” he yelled. He wasn’t even waiting for your answers any more. He just wanted to let his anger out.

“I didn't even know it was you,” the words came out mumbled, but it made no difference. He wouldn't understand.

“I saw you! You were marching with the police, running around the place like you know everything. You know shit about what kind of people they were to me! They deserved it! They deserved it all!”

You let him rant, his words just a buzz in your ears. The ground you were laying on was cold, so it numbed the pain a little.

You barely knew Shun. You would have never guessed he was the killer in the case Lucifer brought you into. All you did was mention his name as one of the guys the dead were seen talking to. You didn't even know the kind of relationship they had going on and to be honest, you didn't care. Your face was bloody and your arms and legs tied up and all you wanted was to smash his head open.

He kicked you halfheartedly before wandering somewhere. Your head hurt so much it distorted your vision. Time was an abstract concept, and the lack of any windows around made it impossible to guess how long you'd been there.

Too short for people to notice, probably. You should be in Lux, on your shift, but people would think you were just enjoying the never-ending party. No one would look for you.

It was getting harder and harder to keep track of your thoughts. The cold in the air made you shiver and the dryness in your throat begged for a drop of water.

A crash came from a place you couldn't see because of your position. Shouts filled the air, hurting your ears. The ringing became louder. You hoped Shun didn't damage them in any way.

Lights blinded you for a moment. You didn't even notice how dark it was before. Involuntary tears raised in your eyes.

Someone entered your vision. Fancy shoes stopped close to your head. Lucifer pulled you up with more ease than you'd have suspected. He never looked strong enough to make it work, but somehow he made the rope snap and free your limbs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, watching you wince as the circulation came back to them. “What did he do-”

“It doesn't matter,” you muttered. Chloe cuffed Shun behind Lucifer's back. She didn't look gentle. “I'm just glad it's over. But what are you doing here?” you frowned.

“Fixing my mistakes.”

He must have said something more, but you couldn't hear him. For a moment, you saw him move his lips, but no sound made its way to you. It felt as if a barrier suddenly covered you.

You didn't have enough time to think about it as the world went black.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Two: I’m not calling God “Grandpa”

Summary: (Y/N) wakes up after the Apocalypse. Hangovers have nothing on that. Oh, and God visits.

            (Y/N) opened their eyes to sunlight. They had never been so grateful to feel the warmth of the sun. It washed over them, clearing away the cold chill shadows that still haunted (Y/N). It would haunt them for a while. They sat up, groaning as they found they still wore their clothes from yesterday. They had been too exhausted to change, though, so it was understandable.

            A soft hum and press to their waist took their attention. (Y/N) looked down and saw Em waking. She had her hand around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled them close again.

            “Don’t go…” groaned Em.

            (Y/N) smiled and touched Em’s hand. “I’m feeling better. I want to at least get up and change.” Their stomach growled. “And eat.”

            Em gazed at them, searching their expression for signs of a lie or discomfort. They found none. “Alright.”

            (Y/N) as they slipped out of her arms. They leaned down and kissed Em on the cheek. Em smiled sleepily, and (Y/N) smiled at her before grabbing a t-shirt and sweatpants to change into.

            (Y/N) changed quickly, and they stretched before looking into the mirror. They froze. The black markings still extended up their arms, their neck. Their lungs constricted at the sight, the scars of the Apocalypse, and they grasped the edge of their sink. (Y/N) closed their eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

            Breathe in, breathe out.

            One.

            Breathe in, breathe out.

            Two.

            Breathe in, breathe out.

            Three.

            Breathe in, breathe out.

            Four.

            (Y/N) repeated the process until they reached ten and their breathing calmed. Their heart didn’t pound, but their anxiety remained heightened. To see the evidence of what they’d done, the scars that would never leave them, was too difficult at the moment. (Y/N) didn’t dare open their eyes until they were safely turned away from the mirror.

            They grabbed their familiar red sweatshirt and pulled it on to obscure as many of the marks as they could. Only then did they hurry out to the kitchen.

            “(Y/N),” said Lucifer, looking at them.

            “Dad,” they said.

            They stared at one another before Lucifer moved to them and hugged them. He held them tightly, counting his blessings—one, (Y/N). They were alive and well. He had them in his arms.

            (Y/N) hugged him back, thankful to have their dad with them. He had their back. He protected them. He loved them.

            Finally, Lucifer stepped back and looked (Y/N) over for signs of discomfort. “How are you feeling?”

            (Y/N) pulled their sleeve down the marks. “I’m…here.” That’s all they could say.

            Lucifer’s gaze softened. “You are.” He was glad they were there, alive. He wouldn’t ask for more. “I made pancakes,” he said. “There are enough for you and your friends.”

            “Thanks, Dad,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course.” Lucifer kissed their forehead affectionately. “But, unfortunately, I cannot stay. The Detective has called me for a case.” He looked at (Y/N). “If you need me, though, I will tell her. I already informed her of the incident last night.” (Y/N) tensed. “I left out details. She was worried about you after hearing the police and fire department came to your prom venue.”

            (Y/N)’s heart thumped. Chloe had been worried, too. They didn’t deserve everyone who cared about them. They looked at Lucifer. “My friends are here. I’ll be alright. Go and catch the killer.”

            “I will,” said Lucifer. “But I’m serious. Call me if you need anything.” He squeezed their shoulder, picked up his suit jacket, and headed into the elevator.

            (Y/N) grabbed plates and set them out for six people. They deposited pancakes on each plate and grabbed whipped cream and fruit out of the fridge.

            “Tell me I didn’t let you do all the work this morning after last night.”

            (Y/N) smiled as they faced Em. “My dad made these. I just put them on plates.”

            “Good.” Em walked over to (Y/N)’s side and took their hand. “I don’t want you to be burdened.”

            “I’m not,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, sure you’re not,” scoffed Olive, walking into the room. Leon, Marcel, and Noa, disheveled from sleep, trailed after her. (They had all stolen shorts and t-shirts from Em and (Y/N)’s closets to get out of the prom gear). “You have a tendency to pretend you’re fine and handle everyone else’s issues before your own.”

            (Y/N) coughed awkwardly. That analysis was on the nose, so they couldn’t’ really respond.

            “And we don’t want you to pretend everything is alright if it’s not,” said Noa.

            “If you need time to rest and process, you should take it,” said Leon.

            “And we’ll help you with whatever you need,” said Marcel.

            “We promise,” said Em.

            (Y/N)’s heart warmed at all the care their friends and partner showed them. They were truly lucky. “Thank you.” They looked down at their pancakes. “And I will be honest. I’m here. I’m alive. But it still—It hurts.” They subconsciously rubbed their arm. “It’s going to take me a while to process everything.”

            “And that’s alright,” assured Em. They hugged (Y/N) from behind and kissed their cheek. “Just as long as you remember what happened was not your fault. Not the chaperone’s death, not my injury, not the Apocalypse.”

            “It was engineered by another,” said Leon.

            “You would never hurt anyone like that,” said Marcel.

            “You’re too kind,” said Olive.

            “Beneath your rough shell,” teased Noa.

            (Y/N) smiled slightly and nodded. “I’m trying to remember that.”

            “That’s all we ask,” said Em. Their friends sat down and passed around the whipped cream and fruit. Em leaned in and spoke quietly to (Y/N). “And if you start to spiral and think it is your fault, tell me.” She squeezed (Y/N)’s hand. “I’m here for you. We’re all here for you.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            “Don’t thank me for doing the right thing,” said Em, giving them a quick kiss.

            “Too early for PDA,” said Olive.

            (Y/N) and Em laughed as the mood was lifted.

            “As if you weren’t itching to pull Noa away last night and make out or something,” shot back (Y/N), able to slip into their usual playfulness with the supporting, comfortable presence of their friends.

            Olive squawked and blushed. She looked down and shoveled pancake into her mouth to avoid an answer.

            Noa laughed and leaned on their girlfriend’s shoulder. “If you waned that, you could have just told me.” They winked.

            Olive’s face was beet red, and (Y/N) laughed.

            “Marcel and I kissed plenty while getting ready for prom so that we wouldn’t be tempted too much at prom,” said Leon.

            “So procedural, and yet you were the one who kept messing up the lipstick you did on me,” teased Marcel.

            Leon’s cheeks warmed, though it wasn’t as visible on his dark skin. The way they avoided Marcel’s gaze, though, clearly showed his embarrassment. Marcel laughed at his partner and squeezed his hand as he popped a grape into his mouth.

            “Are those what they call pancakes? I’ve always wanted to try some.”

            The entire group froze. (Y/N) was the first to turn, and they turned white as a sheet. The others swallowed their instant fear and turned around.

            God stood in the Penthouse with a pleasant smile and comfortable white sweater on, looking as pleased as could be. He walked over towards the stove where a few pancakes still rested (Lucifer had overdone it with the cooking to ensure (Y/N) had everything they could want).

            “Do you mind if I try one?” asked God.

            “Uh, n-no,” said (Y/N), clearing their throat as they stared.

            “Thank you,” said God, plating a pancake, cutting a piece, and taking a bite. He hummed and nodded. “Excellent. Humans come up with some incredible creations, you know? Music, games, art, food.” He smiled. “They are exceptional.”

            The six teenagers stood on the other side of the kitchen island awkwardly watching Him eat a pancake.

            God finished, and He nodded in satisfaction. “I will have to try making these myself.” He chuckled. “I love a sweet treat.”

            The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club looked at one another before all eyes settled on (Y/N). They were the most experienced in dealing with Celestial beings, so they would be the one to speak to God. (Also, not that the others wanted to put a burden on (Y/N)’s shoulders, but they were terrified, and (Y/N) had already spoken once).

            (Y/N) cleared their throat. “God, sir, um, what are you doing here?” They spoke hesitantly, unsure of how to address Him.

            “I wanted to check on you all,” He said. That was a surprise to all, and God smiled sadly at their expressions. “You thought I would be upset, weren’t you?”

            “We, uh, we were involved with the Apocalypse,” said Em, speaking up. She wasn’t going to let (Y/N) face God alone, even if He didn’t seem wrathful.

            God looked at Em and then at the Four Horsemen. “It is hardly your fault that you are who you are.”

            “Sir?” said Leon, naturally wanting clarification. They didn’t do well with subtext.

            “Emeranne was born a demon, and it is simply an aspect of who she is. They decide how they act.” God smiled at them. “And for all humanity’s superstitions and views of demons, she strives to protect others.” He looked at Leon, Marcel, Noa, and Olive. “You four at the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” They winced. “That is not a flaw. It is simply a fact. You were born human, but through your kindness and support of a friend—” He looked at (Y/N) “—who happened to be more than human, you became the Horsemen, the beings of magic who would support the Antichrist.” God smiled. “You protected a person you cared for, and that is why you became the Horsemen. That is not a fault. It is a compliment to your character.”

            The four paused and looked at each other. They hadn’t thought of it that way. They had instantly believed there was something wrong with them for becoming War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death. Instead, God was saying it came from their friendship with (Y/N)—their kindness and bond. It was a good thing. It wasn’t a flaw.

            God noticed them considering His words and nodded. “None of you are at fault for what occurred last night. You acted as best you could. And I would never fault children for trying to help their friend.”

            “Thank you,” said Olive, raising her eyes to meet God’s. Of course, War was the next to have the courage to speak.

            “Of course, child,” said God.

            “And you’re not upset at (Y/N), right?” said Noa, straightening.

            “We swear, last night wasn’t their fault,” said Marcel.

            God looked at (Y/N), who’s gaze flicked to the counter stubbornly. “I was not lying when I said I did not fault them last night. And my opinion has not changed.” He looked at the gathered group. “However, I would appreciate a moment to speak to them alone.”

            Em gazed at him, panicked. “I—I don’t want them to be alone.”

            “I will not harm them. I just want to speak to them,” assured God. “And there are some subjects that may be difficult in front of others.” He looked at (Y/N). “If you are not comfortable, though, I shall wait to speak to you.”

            “…I can do it.” (Y/N) squared their shoulders and met His gaze. “I’ll be alright.” They looked at Em and their friends. “Just give us a couple minutes alone.”

            Em reached out and squeezed their hand. “If you need us, just call.”

            (Y/N) nodded, and their friends walked out of the room. It was just God and (Y/N). God and the Antichrist.

            “How are you recovering?” asked God.

            (Y/N) couldn’t hide the surprise on their face at that being the first comment from God. “I’m—I’m fine.”

            “You aren’t,” said God. He could read everything. He smiled. “But you will be.”

            “Will I—Will I do that again?” (Y/N) spoke the words they were afraid of. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” Their hand raised to their throat where the black markings twined up. “But the darkness is still in me.”

            “You have no darkness.”

            (Y/N) swallowed and looked at God. “I nearly destroyed the world. I am the Antichrist.” Tears burned in their eyes, and the world blurred as they collected. “I’m an evil abomination meant to hurt people.”

            “You are the Antichrist, but you are none of those other words,” said God.

            “How can’t I be? My very existence is meant to destroy,” said (Y/N), running a hand through their hair.

            “How did you become the Antichrist?” said God.

            “I’m the Devil’s child,” said (Y/N).

            “No. You are Lucifer’s child,” said God. “You are the child of an angel, my son, who loves you. You understand that the combination or your magic and your bond with your friends created the Horsemen?”

            (Y/N) nodded shortly.

            “You were created in the same way,” said God. “You became Celestial because you are truly Lucifer’s child. You are loved by him, and that is why you became the Antichrist. It is evidence of your bond, not of you being evil.”

            “…He’s my dad,” said (Y/N).

            God smiled. “He is.” He looked at them. “Remember that. You are loved. You are a flawed being, but all beings are. But being the Antichrist is not a flaw. It is simply a fact. You do not seek to harm. You seek to help.”

            “I try,” said (Y/N).

            “And that is precisely why I am not concerned you are any sort of threat to the world,” said God. “You lost control of your abilities because you loved your friends dearly. Every act you make is based in care and kindness.” He gazed at them with a gentle smile but an intense aura. “How could you possibly be evil?”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            Hearing the words laid out as plain fact from God left an undeniable mark. They still would take some time to get over what had happened, and they still felt shame at losing control and nearly hurting the people and world they cared about, but everyone around them was there to support them. Lucifer loved them, Em cared for them, their friends wanted to help them. God had even spoken to them.

            “It is unfortunate that not everyone sees it so plainly,” said God. “I want to fix that.”

            (Y/N) frowned. “What?” The blunt tone fell from their lips before they could stop it, no formality or deference.

            God seemed not to care. “I am hosting a family dinner at my son, Amenadiel’s, home.” He smiled. “I wish to meet my grandson and help my family find some balance after what has split us. I would be happy if you and Lucifer joined me.”

            “I’m not—”

            “You’re family,” said God. “You are Lucifer’s child. That makes you my grandchild.”

            (Y/N) was rarely lost for words, but that shocked it right out of them. What is the appropriate reaction to God calling you family?

            “So, Friday night, we’re going to have a dinner,” said God, smiling.

            “Uh, Friday is my birthday,” said (Y/N) slowly.

            “Really?” God looked pleased. “Excellent! I’ll get to bake a cake. I’ve wanted to try that.”

            “God, sir—”

            “You can just call me God or Grandpa,” said God, smiling in a way too casual manner for such a declaration.

            “…Right,” said (Y/N) slowly. I’m not calling God “Grandpa.” “Who is going to be at this dinner?”

            “Amenadiel, Linda, Charlie, hopefully you and Lucifer, and Michael,” said God.

            (Y/N) froze. “Michael will be there?”

            “I understand your apprehension,” said God. “But I assure you, Michael will not try anything with me there.” He looked at (Y/N). “And I want our family to heal. He made a mistake, and he will learn from it. He needs to learn you are a person, not defined by being the Antichrist.”

            “…I’m not a fan of Michael,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            “I know,” said God, amused at their short temper coming through. They were becoming more comfortable, more willing to be themself. “But my family…we’ve been broken apart for too long. I wish to fix it before it’s too late.”

            (Y/N) heard something in His tone and glanced at Him. They couldn’t find the shift, though, so they remained quiet before speaking. “I’ll only go if Lucifer wants to. And I want Michael to apologize.”

            “Of course,” said God. “I will speak to him.”

            “And if Michael tries anything, I’m kicking his ass,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

            God laughed out loud. (Y/N) found themself cracking a smile.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter One

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter One: I’d say I feel like Death, but that would be Noa

Summary: God has arrived, and now (Y/N) must face the aftermath of what they did.

            Oh, God.

            Literally.

            (Y/N) stared in shock as God, literal, unearthly, ruler-of-the-universe, Creator of all, stood before them in a cashmere cardigan. The Four Horsemen gaped, and Em, delirious with blood loss as they were, could tell this was real and not some hallucination. Honestly, none of the teens were quite sure what the appropriate reaction to seeing God was.

            Michael flinched, clearly not having expected this intervention. It seemed the Apocalypse had gotten the attention of the entire universe. On Amenadiel’s part, he, too, was surprised, and could only stare at his Father.

            Lucifer’s reaction was far more negative. He was shocked, but his first priority was (Y/N), so he pushed them further behind them. If God was here due to the Apocalypse, then there was no telling what might happen to the Antichrist.

            God looked out over the group, and His sons retracted their wings over his disapproving expression. (Y/N)’s followed suit a moment later, not wanting to draw attention to themself.

            “Father.” Amenadiel broke the silence with the only word he could muster. He hesitated, unsure how to continue. “You’re here.” There, the plain old facts.

            “Well, my attention was caught,” said God.

            (Y/N) swallowed. They had gotten his attention by nearly destroying reality. That can’t be good for me. Their instincts demanded to summon their powers, but (Y/N) was too exhausted, body aching from literally unraveling and reforming, so they just stood beside Lucifer nervously.

            “Oh, Father, thank you for coming,” said Michael, suddenly deferential as he stepped forward. “You—You saw it? The Apocalypse? They were threatening the world, your creation!” He pointed at his face, at the ugly scar marring it. “And look what happened to me!”

            “Do not blame everyone on my child,” snapped Lucifer. “Always the way of our family, isn’t it, blaming everything on a single person instead of admitting any faults themselves!”

            “Father, although the Apocalypse did start, it wasn’t intentional. (Y/N) did not want to harm anyone. Do not blame them,” said Amenadiel, ever the elder brother trying to mediate family struggles. “I should’ve kept a better on my siblings, too. That would have stopped this.”

            “I don’t care who’s at fault,” said God. “I simply want to put things right. For the world. For you. For our family.”

            “Good point, Father,” said Michael, kissing ass as always. He turned and dared to smile at the others in the room. “We should all make amends.”

            “Make amends?” snapped Lucifer. “You tried to make my child destroy themself! I’m not just forgiving you for that. You’ve attacked them, their friends, brought their abusive biological family out of jail, gotten their partner shot, and now you think that’s all just fine?! You even impersonated me to hurt them.” He glared at Michael. “You’ll have to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss Father’s ass to even avoid me ripping you apart.”

            “Well…everyone is alive,” said Michael.

            “You—”

            “Sir.”

            (Y/N)’s quiet, tired voice cut through the ensuing argument.

            All eyes went to them, and (Y/N) lifted their tired, fearful gaze to meet God’s eyes. “Please help them.” They were supporting Em, barely conscious and bleeding still. “Please. It’s not her fault what happened. Please. Don’t let her die because of what I did.”

            Their first words to God were not pleading for their own safety, were not defensive of what had happened, were not serving themself in any way. (Y/N)’s first words were to ask for mercy for the people they cared about.

            God raised a hand, and (Y/N) flinched, preparing to be smitten or something similar. Lucifer’s heart thumped in fear, and he pulled (Y/N) to him. God’s gaze furrowed at the actions, and when he waved his hand, all that happened was that Em gasped. The wound in their side sealed, and the blood and tear disappeared from their dress like it had never been there.

            (Y/N)’s eye widened, and the Four Horsemen hugged Em tightly in relief. (Y/N) was too exhausted and just stared in relief as they leaned against Lucifer.

            God’s eyes seemed to glint with satisfaction as people relaxed, and he waved his hand again. Around them, the walls of the building were rebuilt. (M/N) and (F/N) disappeared, obviously returning to jail. The world righted itself after being turned upside down.

            All that was left of the Apocalypse was the mental scars and physical marks. Neither of those would leave. But they would heal.

            (Y/N) swallowed in relief and looked back at God. Good. He healed Em. And the world is alright. Now… Now (Y/N) would have to face the consequences of their actions.

            “Thank you,” they said quietly. “And for what it’s worth…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Really.”

            Lucifer held them tightly. “Don’t apologize. It is not your fault.” He looked up and glared at God. “And no one’s going to touch you. Not when I’m here.”

            (Y/N) looked up at Lucifer. He truly cared about them and wanted to protect them. I love my dad.

            Michael sneered. “They’re the Antichrist. They nearly destroyed the world. Of course it’s their fa—”

            God held up a hand. Michael froze. God walked towards the group of teenagers and Lucifer. Amenadiel hesitated. He didn’t want to go against his Father, but if He were to threaten a group of children for being drawn into an event bigger than them, Amenadiel…he wouldn’t like it. He was a father. He didn’t want to see children hurt.

            Lucifer held onto (Y/N) and glared at God defiantly. His power was nothing to God’s, but he would fight tooth and nail to protect his kid. None of this was their fault.

            Em leaned on Leon and Noa and stared worriedly. They were frozen and watching God. They wanted to step forward, but without knowing God’s intentions, they were terrified and still in awe of His presence. How were they supposed to do with looking God in the face?

            (Y/N) themself looked at God and swallowed. This was it. They had survived the Apocalypse and been saved by their dad, but they were still…the Antichrist. The Abomination.

            God stopped before them. Everyone was silent.

            He smiled. “Be not afraid, child. No harm will come to you.”

            Everyone either relaxed or stared in shock. (Y/N) looked at God, searching his gaze to understand.

            “But I—I almost destroyed everything,” said (Y/N).

            “You had a natural reaction to a distressing situation,” said God, his gentle smile remaining on his face. “And the world is still here. Why would anyone be upset at that?”

            (Y/N) could have sobbed in relief, and Lucifer’s protective grip softened into one of joy at having them with him still, alive and safe in his arms.

            “What? But Father—They—The Apocalypse—” Michael wasn’t sure what to say, but he was fuming. He had sucked up to God, been his right hand for so long, and yet God had instantly warmed to the Antichrist instead of punishing them—and Lucifer.

            “Enough,” said God. “That is not the issue here.”

            “It…isn’t?” said Amenadiel.

            “No,” said God. “The issue is our family.” He sighed and shook his head. “Always fighting.”

            “Yes, well, perhaps if you intervened earlier when one of your sons was terrorizing my child, then we wouldn’t have this issue now,” snapped Lucifer. His hands tightened around (Y/N). “Come on, (Y/N). We’re leaving.”

            Everyone looked at him.

            “So soon?” said God, a bit disappointed.

            “If Michael is going to hang around and harass them without apology or pleading for his life, then yes,” said Lucifer. “(Y/N) is my priority.” He cast a scathing look at God and Michael. “They’re the best family in this room.” He extended his wings, flapped them, and disappeared with (Y/N) in his arms.

            Em, Leon, Marcel, Noa, and Olive exchanged a look. Their friend was gone, and now they were stuck in a room with an unfamiliar angel (Amenadiel), an asshole (Michael), and the most powerful being in existence (God). They did not want to be there any longer.

            Noa cleared their throat bravely, and the others held them tightly in support. “I, uh, Sir, may we…leave?”

            God looked at the five teenagers. “The Four Horsemen and my grandchild’s partner. May I ask your names before you go?”

            “Noa.” Once again, they led the way in speaking.

            “Olive.” She spoke up next, grasping Noa’s hand tightly. If Noa wasn’t being scolded by God, perhaps it wasn’t so bad to speak to Him. Still intimidating, though.

            “Marcel.”

            “Leon.”

            “Emeranne.”

            God smiled at them kindly, a far cry from what some religions said of Him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have a restful night after all that you’ve been through.”

            The teenagers exchanged looks before nodding nervously and scrambling from the room. None of them wanted to be in the midst of that tension anyone.

            Besides, now that the world was safe, their main concern was checking on (Y/N). They were alive, but they had seemed so frail.

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            (Y/N) sighed in relief as they arrived back in the penthouse with Lucifer. Instantly, they collapsed in exhaustion. Lucifer scooped them up and carried them to their room. It didn’t matter how old they were or how much they grew, he had the strength to do it. Lucifer lay (Y/N) down in their bed, and he gazed at them in pure love and relief.

            “How are you feeling?” he said.

            “I’d say I feel like death,” groaned (Y/N). “But that would be Noa.”

            Lucifer smiled. If they had their sarcasm back, then that meant they were recovering. “Do you want anything to eat, drink? Do you want pajamas?” (Y/N) was still in their prom suit.

            “I just want to pass out…” said (Y/N), rolling over.

            “I’ll check on you in the morning, then,” said Lucifer. He put a hand on their head and ruffled their hair affectionately. His gaze dropped to the black marks trailing up their neck and arms, the scars of the apocalypse. His heart ached. “I love you, (Y/N). I hope you know that.”

            “I do, Dad.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “I just…forgot. I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t apologize,” said Lucifer. “None of this was your fault.” He squeezed their hand. “You’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”

            (Y/N) smiled, and their eyes closed. Comforted by his words, they drifted off to sleep.

            Lucifer gazed at his child. His hand went to their pulse, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief at knowing they were alive.

            He wasn’t sure what to make of his Father coming to Earth, but he had been so fearful of (Y/N) being punished. Lucifer had gone to Hell; he didn’t want (Y/N) to face any part of God’s wrath. Not when they hadn’t done anything wrong.

            But they were fine. God had said it wasn’t their fault. So, whatever His reason for sticking around, Lucifer didn’t give a damn right now. He only cared about his child being alive. He cast (Y/N) a final loving look before rising and walking out of the room.

            Ding!

            The penthouse elevator opened, and five teenagers piled out.

            “Is (Y/N) alright?”

            “Where are they?”

            “Why is God here?”

            “Did something happen to (Y/N)?”

            “Should I call an ambulance?”

            Lucifer smiled fondly at the care and worry in all of (Y/N)’s friends’ voices. “(Y/N) is alright. They’re sleeping.”

            The group relaxed. Em stepped forward, and Leon and Noa went with them in case she tired from the ordeal.

            “Can I stay with them tonight? So I know they’re alive?” said Em.

            “Of course,” said Lucifer. He looked at the entire group. “Anyone who wishes to can stay here. I can find pajamas, blankets, and pillows for you all.”

            Instantly, the group clamored in agreement and nodded furiously. None of them felt well enough to return to their homes and the parents that had no idea God and all the other shit was real. They wanted to stay with Lucifer and (Y/N) and the friends that had fought by their sides.

            Lucifer smiled. “I’ll find you supplies. I’m guessing you’ll all camp in (Y/N)’s room?” He could tell they were going to, so he just nodded. “Help yourself to food, water…even alcohol if you’ve careful. Tonight has been a lot, for all of you.”

            It truly had. The mess of the Apocalypse, Em’s near death, (Y/N)’s near death, and God’s arrival, had overshadowed the adrenaline rush and fear the group had experienced. Four of them had learned they were literally the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Frankly, they were too exhausted to work through that trauma.

            So, they collected the pillows and blankets from Lucifer and collapsed in (Y/N)’s room, dresses and suits still on, belts, shoes, and jewelry thrown to the side. Marcel curled up against Leon, holding their waste tightly, and Leon held his hand. Olive curled up on her side, and Noa legs entwined with hers. Em collapsed onto (Y/N)’s bed and took their hand. In their sleep, (Y/N) shifted nearer.

            In an instant of comfort and tiredness, the entire group fell asleep in a heap.

            Lucifer peeked into the room to ensure everyone was alright and smiled fondly. For all the terror and danger they’d faced, (Y/N) had a good group of friends. They had fought for (Y/N) until Lucifer arrived. He was incredibly grateful for them.

            Almost as grateful as Lucifer was to have (Y/N) as his child.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: We’re the Best People to Find Out What’s Happening

Summary: Prom can be great or it can be terrible.

Mouse Note: :)

            “Hello, Mr. Morningstar!” said Olive as she, Noa, Marcel, and Leon walked into the Penthouse.

            “Please, call me ‘Lucifer,’ ” said Lucifer, waving a hand. “I don’t need that sort of formality.”

            “Okay, Lucifer,” said Noa, nodding.

            “Are you doing well? (Y/N) has said you recently started a relationship and had a few issues,” said Leon.

            “Ah, good to know all of my worst moments are shared with the group…” said Lucifer, pouting.

            “Nothing too bad,” said Marcel, looping his arm around Leon’s and smiling. “They really love you. When they went and signed the papers with you, they facetimed us afterwards and were screaming because they were so happy.”

            “Yeah, they just keep us up-to-date since they get roped into things, so we want to help keep an eye on them,” said Noa. “They of all people need it.”

            Lucifer sighed. “They are quite headstrong. At least they have a group of people looking out for them.” He smiled.

            “Of course. We’re their friends,” said Leon.

            “Duh, we have their back,” said Olive.

            “Even when they run into danger like an idiot,” snickered Marcel.

            “Who are you calling an idiot?”

            (Y/N) stood with Emeranne at the door of the hall to their rooms. They had finished getting ready for Prom and now had their arms crossed with an annoyed look on their face.

            “You, Birdie,” joked Emeranne.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Am I seriously getting made fun of? After everything I do for all of you?”

            “You made fun of me,” reminded Lucifer with a smile.

            “Yeah, but that’s because I clean up your messes,” pointed out (Y/N) with a smirk.

            “I suppose that is fair…” Lucifer trailed off. He really wished (Y/N) didn’t have to get involved with Celestial problems (or his) so often. He wanted to take care of them. It shouldn’t happen the other way around.

            “Before you get all grouchy, it was all in good fun,” laughed Olive. “And we are eternally thankful for all that you do for us.”

            “Like making us prom outfits,” said Noa. “They are amazing, as usual.” Noa wore a white button down with stitched flowers. They had on simple white slacks to offset the drama of the top, and a sheer, long blazer on overtop—also stitched with a few flowers. They had also gotten their hair braided with white and added beads to match their suit.

            (Y/N) straightened, almost preening, at the praise. “I worked hard on them. I’m glad you guys like them.”

            “Of course we do! We’re going to be the coolest people at prom,” said Olive proudly. She wore a long, fluffy white dress. It had a pattern of flowers on the sleeves and skirts to match with Noa—sickeningly sweet partners who dress together stay together—but with it being the ends and sleeves, it went with Noa in a lovely manner.

            “The coolest gay people, at least,” said Marcel. “I think our fashion only makes sense to queer people.” He had on combat boots with a grey suit that was bejeweled on the legs and sleeves. Underneath the suit, he wore a navy-blue shirt.

            “I think we have more style than the average people,” said Leon matter-of-factly. He had on a navy-blue suit with a short cape (bejeweled) overtop. It had a high collar, and they paired it with makeup to work with the golden shine (which looked beautiful around their dark eyes).

            “You do indeed,” agreed Lucifer. He looked at (Y/N). “Did you really make all of these?”

            “I mean, not every piece, but most of the hand-stitching, alterations, and jeweling, yeah,” said (Y/N), almost sheepish now that they had to speak about how much work they put into it.

            “You never cease to amaze me,” said Lucifer, smiling. (Y/N) was incredibly creative and skilled. Their creations were always beautiful and flattering for everyone they dressed.

            “They really are an amazing creator,” said Em, wrapping their arm around (Y/N)’s waste fondly. She wore a long red dress with a black, translucent layer overtop. It had slight gold and black jeweled flowers on it overtop—again carefully crafted by (Y/N).

            “Don’t call me a creator, I’m not God,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes with heated cheeks.

            “Fine, you’re an artist, then,” said Em, kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

            (Y/N) smiled and ducked their head. They wore black slacks, a red binder, and a black blazer. The blazer had an open back stitched with black thread into an intricate design like crawling shadows. “Okay, okay, enough compliments, I’m glad you guys like your clothes. Let’s go.”

            “Not until I get photos!” said Lucifer, grabbing his phone. “Everyone onto the terrace for a perfect backdrop!” If there was one thing Lucifer was very good at when it came to being a parent, it was taking photos in the most awkward way possible (that being said, the results were always great).

            Lucifer smiled as (Y/N) and their friends stood in front of the LA skyline and took their photos. (Y/N) was his child, and they were home. They were happy. Lucifer didn’t want anything else. This was all he needed: (Y/N)’s joy.

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            “Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza, straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa!”

            The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club jumped up and down and screamed the lyrics to “On the Floor” by Jennifer Lopez. Dinner had been delicious, and now the music at the rented-out venue was pounding through their bodies. Prom was in full swing.

            Leon wasn’t as big on dancing as Marcel, but they wore a large smile as Marcel jumped and held his hand. Olive and Noa held one another’s hands and swung each other around crazily to the music. (Y/N) held Em’s hand and spun her around, grinning the whole time.

            “La la la la la la la la la la la la la la, tonight we gon' be it on the floor!” they sang until the song ended.

            As the music died down, the crowd cheered and whooped since that was a legitimately good song (and hadn’t been remixed to hell).

            “I love dancing,” sighed Olive, grinning. “I wonder what they’ll play next.”

            “Maybe a slow song? I wouldn’t mind partner dancing,” said Em, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand.

            “I don’t either,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, that would be nice,” agreed Leon.

            “As long as we can keep dancing,” said Marcel.

            “And as long as it’s not ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran that’s what they always play,” said Noa, sighing.

            “Hey, listen, the next song is starting,” said Marcel.

            “Oh! I recognize it!” said Olive, grinning. “It’s Frank Sinatra! ‘Strangers in the Night.’ ” She pulled Noa close as the music started up. Noa put their hand on Olive’s waist while holding the other, and the pair began to sway to the music.

            “Would you like to dance?” said Leon, offering his hand to Marcel.

            He smiled. “You’re leading, you’re better at dancing,” he joked, letting Leon put their hand on his waist and lead them in a simple dance across the dancefloor.

            “Birdie?” said Em, raising their hand and kissing the back. They winked as (Y/N) rolled their eyes and fought back a smile.

            “Cheesy demon,” said (Y/N).

            “For you,” said Em, smiling.

            “I’d hope so,” said (Y/N). They pulled Em closer and put their hand on her waist. “But I’m leading.”

            “Go ahead,” said Em, chuckling. “You’re the bossy one.” Her words held nothing but fondness.

            (Y/N) and Em danced, swaying to the music contentedly. Playfully, (Y/N) spun Em around before pulling her in and resting their head on her shoulder, close together. Em responded by squeezing (Y/N)’s hand and kissed their cheek fondly. Loud music and crazy dancing was fun, but this calmness, this quietness, was just as nice.

            Indeed, (Y/N) was incredible joyful to just be existing in that moment. They had their friends around them. They had their girlfriend. They had their father. Everyone was going well. They had the family and friends and love they always longed for.

            It was almost too much.

            As the music died down, (Y/N) stepped back from Em and smiled. “Do you want to step outside for a moment? Take a quick break? Talk?”

            “Kiss?” teased Em.

            “Em,” hissed (Y/N), and Em just laughed.

            “Relax, I know you need breaks from lots of energy,” said Em, waving a hand and winking. They knew how long (Y/N) could do with the stimulation of bass, music, and crowds. “Let’s go take a break. And you know I love talking to you. Any moment with you is a good one.”

            (Y/N) groaned as heat rushed to their cheeks again. “I miss when you just looked at me and stammered when you tried to be sweet. Go back to that.”

            “Nope!” chirped Em as they walked out of the main room to the darker corridors around the venue. “Now that I know you like me, I’m getting revenge for all the times I was nervous.”

            “You’re evil,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Hellishly so,” said Em, pecking (Y/N) on the lips.

            (Y/N) smiled and leaned in to kiss Em again before pausing. “What’s that?”

            Em turned around, hand still clasped around (Y/N)’s, and frowned. “What?”

            “That, on the ground,” said (Y/N), stepping forward and crouching. “It looks like some liquid.”

            Em moved forward with (Y/N) and looked at what they had spotted carefully. It was a red stain on the ground, and her blood ran cold as she considered what it could be.

            “I think it’s blood,” breathed (Y/N), eyes widening.

            “Birdie, we should go back and get an adult,” said Em, trying to pull (Y/N) with them.

            “What if someone’s hurt?” said (Y/N). “We should help them.”

            “Yes, Birdie, but we should get an adult,” said Em. “What if it’s something dangerous?”

            “Then we’re the best people to find out what’s happening. Other people can get hurt more easily than we can,” said (Y/N) stubbornly.

            “Please, let’s not play hero,” said Em, holding (Y/N)’s hand tightly. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

            “Em, if someone’s in danger, I can’t leave them there,” said (Y/N) quietly.

            Em stared at (Y/N), but her shoulders sagged. They knew (Y/N) would go forward and help someone whether or not Em went with them, so she would follow.

            “Okay. Okay, fine. But as soon as we see danger, we turn around. Okay, Birdie?” said Em. They stared at (Y/N) with caring intensity. They didn’t want them in danger.

            “Got it,” said (Y/N), standing and looking ahead for another drop of blood. “It goes this way.”

            Apprehensively, Em followed (Y/N) as they moved further through the halls until they found a closed door.

            “Birdie—”

            (Y/N) opened it and stepped into the room. They looked around and froze. Instantly, Em ran in in case there was danger. Her eyes widened.

            The body of a dance chaperone—a teacher—lay on the ground. Dried blood stained the carpet beneath them, and the wound in their stomach made it clear this was murder.

            “Birdie, we’re going,” said Em, snapping into body-guard mode. They grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and pulled them back.

            Bam!

            The door slammed closed, and Em and (Y/N) whirled in shock. Two people, a man and woman, stood in the now-closed doorway, one holding a demon blade and the other holding a gun.

            (Y/N)’s lungs clenched as they recognized the faces. It was (M/N) and (F/N), their biological parents. Panic flooded through them, and they stepped back. Em held them tightly.

            “Hello, dear,” said (M/N) with a sickening smile.

            “Did you expect to never see us again?” said (F/N).

            “H-How—you—jail—” Words failed (Y/N) as their lungs constricted and anxiety collected in their throat.

            “We got a little help,” said (F/N), grinning.

            “Michael,” hissed Em, knowing who it had to be.

            “Divine intervention to get revenge—righteous revenge—on the devil’s bitch of a child,” said (M/N). “Our kid. The one who ruined our lives like the ungrateful brat they are.”

            (Y/N) opened their mouth to reply with something scathing, but nothing came out as they heaved for breath.

            “Now, time to do what we came here for,” said (F/N), brandishing his knife.

            “I won’t let you touch them,” said Em, pushing (Y/N) behind them.

            “Em—” (Y/N) managed to get the word out in a panic.

            “You don’t have to let us,” said (M/N).

            Bang!

            She fired the gun, and the bullet—crafted from a demon blade oh-so-carefully by Michael—hit Em in the stomach. (Y/N) let out a scream and caught Em as they stumbled. Their vision swam as they pulled Em to them, and the shadows around the room crawled up the walls. (M/N) stepped forward and raised the gun again.

            “Don’t touch her!” shouted (Y/N), rage surging through their veins.

            Bang!

            The gun went off, and shadows crashed like a wave through the room. (Y/N)’s entire vision went black, and they felt the fury of hell—world-ending rage—course through them.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: If They Try to Perform an Exorcism, I’m Out

Summary: Amenadiel returns to Earth, and (Y/N) meets nuns.

            “I’m trying to make it up to her. Really, I am. I even asked directly what I could do, but it doesn’t seem like she’ll ever want to be near me again,” said Lucifer, sighing as he sat on the couch.

            He had attempted to remind Chloe that what they had wasn’t created by God, even if Chloe was partly blessed by Him to repel Lucifer’s abilities, but she hadn’t taken it well. She still wasn’t handling the news well, and Lucifer was disappointed that there was anything he could do to fix the situation. He had even approached it maturely, for once.

“Chloe is still processing,” said (Y/N). “Which makes sense since she’s having an identity crisis.”

            Lucifer sighed sadly from where he sat on the crouch. “Yes, but for how long? Even me being the Devil took shorter once we actually spoke instead of ignoring one another.”

            “I don’t know,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “People are weird.”

            “I want to make things up to her before I have to…leave again,” said Lucifer. He looked away guiltily from (Y/N). He didn’t want to see their reaction to the reminder that he had to return to Hell at some point.

            (Y/N) swallowed hard, and their shadows reached up as if to hug them comfortingly. They looked down. “Right. When is Amenadiel coming back? Then you, you know, you have a time frame…” I know when I’m losing you again.

            “About that—”

            Flap! “I’m here.”

            (Y/N) and Lucifer let out identical shrieks as Amenadiel appeared in a single flap of his wings.

            “What the hell?!” said (Y/N), taking deep breaths to calm themself.

            “Hell indeed,” said Lucifer, glaring at Amenadiel. “You left it unattended!”

            Amenadiel held up his hands. “About that…I was given permission.”

            “Permission?” repeated (Y/N) incredulously. “Who has the power to give you permission to leave Hell unattended after what happened last time?”

            Amenadiel cleared his throat. “…Father.”

            Lucifer and (Y/N) blinked and stared.

            “God spoke to you?” said (Y/N) slowly. What joy, God is involved in this mess.

            “I’m getting a drink for this one,” murmured Lucifer, walking unsteadily to the bar.

            “You know I’m not lying, Luci,” said Amenadiel.

            Lucifer waved a hand as he poured a drink, and Amenadiel took that as a cue to explain what had happened.

            “I was wandering the corridors of Hell since I don’t really know how to oversee the…torture and cycles,” said Amenadiel. “And there I was when…I heard a voice.” He smiled fondly. “A voice that I never expected to hear in Hell.”

            “Well, I have heard God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent,” said (Y/N) (unhelpfully).

            “Dad really spoke to you?” said Lucifer after taking a long drink. He was shocked. Amenadiel nodded, and Lucifer poured another glass. “Go on, then.” He needed to hear more. For one, knowing his Father interceded in Hell was surprising enough, but, secondly, Lucifer needed to ensure (Y/N) wouldn’t be threatened by any demons now that Hell was unattended. “What did He say?”

            “He told me that Hell no longer requires a warden,” said Amenadiel.

            “And?” prompted Lucifer.

            “And that’s it,” said Amenadiel.

            “That’s more straightforward than most of what people say God said,” remarked (Y/N), though they were unsure about the situation as well. They had faced quite a problem (being kidnapped) last time Hell was unattended for too long.

            Amenadiel nodded. “It left no doubt in my mind that it was the truth. So I came up here to see my son. I’ve only been back for a few hours. I came here as soon as I knew Linda and Charlie were alright.”

            “So…let me get this straight,” said Lucifer. “I spent millennia down there diligently doing what He asked without complaint, and you have one sleepover in Hell and Dad tells you your watch is over?” He was incredulous and frustrated that he had left his kid on their own because of his “duty” in Hell, and now it was all for nought.

            “You know, Father works in—”

            “If you finish that sentence, I will punch you in your ‘mysterious ways,’ ” huffed Lucifer.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms to avoid twisting their sleeves and fingers around one another in anxiety. “Does that mean Dad gets to stay on Earth?” That was the most important question in their mind. Did they Dad get to stay with them?

            “It seems so,” said Amenadiel.

            (Y/N) and Lucifer’s eyes widened, and they looked at one another. Their family could stick together.

            (Y/N) turned away and wiped away the tears of relief trying to escape. Lucifer left behind his glass and moved to their side.

            Amenadiel took this as his clue to leave. He knew he had more to discuss with Lucifer—like what Linda had told him about Chloe learning about why she repelled Lucifer’s gift—but he wouldn’t interrupt the family moment. He understood. He was on Earth for his son. Lucifer was there for his child, too.

            “You get to stay,” whispered (Y/N), hugging Lucifer to disguise the tears still trying to form.

            “I know. I know,” said Lucifer, smiling and holding them tightly.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and stepped back. “So you’re not going to leave?” They’d never force him to stay. It was his choice. But they wanted him to.

            “No. I’m never leaving you,” said Lucifer. “Never. You’re my kid. You’re family.”

            “…I’m glad,” said (Y/N), smiling as they twisted their sleeves. There were a lot of emotions going through their head. They cleared their throat. “So, uh, now you get a lot of time to fix things with Chloe.”

            Lucifer smiled in amusement as (Y/N) tried to move on from their vulnerable emotions, and, for now, he’d let them. Still, now that he got to stay, there was something he wanted to talk to them again. After all, the adoption papers still lay in his desk drawer…

            But he wouldn’t overwhelm (Y/N) right now. Lucifer would let them handle their emotions about him staying after having to process him leaving. He wouldn’t push them into anything.

            “I do,” said Lucifer. “I have time for everything and everyone.”

            (Y/N) ducked their head and smiled.

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            “He gets to stay? That’s awesome!” said Em, hugging (Y/N) quickly. “I’m really glad your dad can stay on Earth.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). They fidgeted. “I wasn’t looking forward to him leaving. And now he doesn’t have to.” They laughed hesitantly. “To be honest, I kind of can’t believe it.”

            “Hey, if God ruled it, it’s true,” said Em encouragingly. “Lucifer’s not leaving.

            “No, he isn’t,” said (Y/N), repeating that fact as it saying it again made it truer. He’s staying. He’s staying. He’s staying. They cleared their throat. “And, uh, of course, this mean he can really make up with Chloe instead of her thinking he’s going to leave again, too.”

            Em sighed. “Hopefully this situation won’t end up with near-death like the Father Kinley incident did.”

            “Hell no, I’m not dealing with that again,” said (Y/N), grabbing their wallet and jacket.

            “What are you doing?” asked Em.

            “I can’t have my Dad be on Earth and unhappy since that’ll be worse for me, so I’m going to try to figure things out with Chloe,” said (Y/N).

            “That’s so cute, you want to make your Dad’s life better because you’re so happy that he gets to stay,” said Em.

            “Shut up, he’s does a lot for me, too,” grumbled (Y/N).

            “Call if there’s an incident!” said Em.

            “Don’t jinx it!” shouted (Y/N) as they left.

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            Okay, how am I going to get Chloe to think things through? thought (Y/N). They needed to have tact. No need to rush anyone into anything. Definitely can’t bring up what happened with Kinley. She probably still feels guilty about that. Maybe I can just say God doesn’t matter? And, I mean, not being affected by Dad’s abilities doesn’t mean their connection isn’t real…Hell, why is this so hard—(Y/N) paused as they crossed in front of a church and saw Chloe standing within and taking some notes.

            “Detective Decker?” they asked in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

            “I’m working a case,” said Chloe, turning away from the group of nuns she was heading towards to interview. “A strange case, but a case nonetheless.” She gave (Y/N) a look. “And because this is a crime scene, you should go. I have interviews to conduct, and I invited Amenadiel to come later to help me.”

            “Oh, right, are you worried they won’t like me?” said (Y/N), peeking around her to look at the nuns.

            “No, I’m worried because this is an active crime scene and you’re a teenager,” said Chloe.

            “I’ve seen multiple deaths,” said (Y/N) blandly.

            “That isn’t something to be proud of,” said Chloe. “And I’m not enabling…it…” She trailed off and looked around herself. The nuns had formed a circle around her and (Y/N) and were gazing at (Y/N) intently.

            If they try to perform an exorcism, I’m out, thought (Y/N), looking around themself in uncertainty. “…Hi?”

            The women stared and smiled gently, far more friendly than (Y/N) thought nuns would be to the child of the literal Devil.

            “Uh, Chloe?” whispered (Y/N).

            Chloe tilted her head. “…Huh. (Y/N), I think I need you for the interview.”

            “…What?”

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            (Y/N) sat beside Chloe, and she gave them a “mother” to pay attention and be nice and pleasant to the nuns as they filed in for their interviews. (Y/N) quickly looked forward and smiled awkwardly as the first nun sat down. Again, she just started smiling at (Y/N) like she couldn’t look away.

            “We, uh, really appreciate that you’re talking to Detective Decker. And me,” added (Y/N) hastily.

            “Oh, absolutely,” said the nun, smiling. “I feel like I can tell you anything.”

            “Uh, do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” said Chloe, trying to get a bit of the nun’s attention.

            The nun glanced at her, and her smile fell. Chloe cleared her throat.

            “Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” asked Chloe again.

            Unfortunately, with every nun, it was the same story. All they did was look at (Y/N) as if in a trance and smile kindly. Even when they answered Chloe, they looked at (Y/N).

            “Well, I…I’m not…I’m not sure,” said one nun, uncertain as she looked nervously at Chloe and calmly at (Y/N).

            So, (Y/N) was pushed forward to ask the questions. They were loving this since Chloe had to keep them there, and the irony of nuns adoring the child of the devil (because why? Why did they like (Y/N)?) was immensely amusing.

            “Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes. I do,” said one nun instantly once (Y/N)’s round of interviews got to her.

            “Who?” asked (Y/N).

            “The Devil, of course,” said the nun, smiling.

            “…I don’t think they knew each other,” said (Y/N), grinning. Chloe gave them an unamused look at that one.

            “You are the most…beautiful person I have ever seen, child,” said another nun instead of answering a question.

            “Thanks, but the question was about Sister Victoria,” said (Y/N). “Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?”

            “Oh,” said the nun. “Right. No, I don’t. Sorry.”

            “I don’t know who would want to kill that wonderful soul,” said another sister in response to the question, a kind old lady with a wide smile.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. Despite the kindness, they knew adults’ lies. They were familiar with them. “But you’re hiding something, aren’t you?” Just like all the other nuns. They smiled and leaned in, trying to draw on whatever strange energy was causing the nuns to like them. “You can tell me.”

            “My child, you radiate trustworthiness and honesty,” said the nun. “But it is a secret. I cannot tell you…”

            “Are you sure?” asked (Y/N).

            “…Oh, but who can lie to such a child,” murmured the nun.

            Got her.

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            “I can’t believe the Mother Superior of the nunnery is a murderer,” said Chloe.

            “She committed the crime ages ago, ran away, and joined the convent,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “How’s that for Amenadiel helping you?”

            “What about me?” asked Amenadiel, walking towards them.

            “Oh, Amenadiel, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that I got (Y/N) to help me,” said Chloe.

            Amenadiel smiled and shook his head. “It’s no problem. I’m glad (Y/N) was able to help.”

            “They liked me for some reason,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “Nothing I did.”

            “It’s likely because this is a place dedicated to my Father and you’re an angel,” said Amenadiel.

            “That…makes sense,” said Chloe, looking at (Y/N). “They thought (Y/N) was very…good to put it simply.”

            “Yeah, but I’m not…I’m not really an angel. I’m the child of the Devil,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re Lucifer’s kid,” said Amenadiel sternly. “That’s as angelic as him or I. You’re an angel.”

            (Y/N) blinked as they looked at him, and then they laughed, shaking off the idea.

            Them? An angel? Yeah, sure. Celestial, sure. But angel?

            (Y/N) wasn’t good enough for that.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eight: Can No One handle Anything with Some Amount of Sensibility?

Summary: God decides to try being a mortal. It becomes (Y/N)'s problem. Everything does.

            “Did the whole ‘united front’ talk with God not go well?” said (Y/N).

            Poor Lucifer groaned and poured himself a drink sullenly. (Y/N) suppressed a smile because it was mildly amusing to see Lucifer dealing with his father (because the pair had similar lack of communication and self-reflection).

            “He comes into my house, crying, and when Amenadiel go to actually talk to me, He’s acting like a plumber and saying He’s fine!” said Lucifer.

            After God had appeared in the penthouse crying, Lucifer had quickly gotten Him a drink and let Him explain that He felt like His powers were glitching. Fortunately, nothing more than the musical day went wrong that evening, and Lucifer made sure God got back to Amenadiel’s to rest before speaking to his brother about the issue. Now that the brothers had gone to talk to their father, it, evidently, hadn’t gone as planned.

            (That didn’t surprise (Y/N), though, since Lucifer’s family was notoriously bad at actually taking care of themselves).

            “A plumber?” repeated (Y/N).

            “So we don’t have a ‘flood,’ ” groaned Lucifer, and (Y/N) suppressed another smile. “And He doesn’t even have a reason for staying on Earth,” continued Lucifer. “He’s just here, fixing the plumbing so we don’t have a flood and making my soda dispenser give people Pinot Noir!”

            His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “And now I have work while my father is running around making miracles willy-nilly. Fantastic.” He pouted and looked at (Y/N). “Will you look after Him?”

            “I’m not babysitting God,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer pouted. “Please?”

            “I have to work on my senior project for school,” said (Y/N). “Sorry, but I’ve got responsibilities, and you and I apparently have to be the ones to set a good example in this family.”

            Lucifer sighed, put down his drink, and pocketed his phone. “At least you’re sensible.”

            “Occasionally,” joked (Y/N), hugging Lucifer. “Bye, Dad.”

            “Will you come with me later to speak to my father?” said Lucifer. “Please?”

            “Me?” said (Y/N).

            “You’re more intimidating than me and Amenadiel,” said Lucifer.

            “How does that help with God?”

            Lucifer paused. “He also likes His grandchildren. The combination of serious and grandchild should be good.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’ll go with you if you really want.”

            “You’re the best, darling,” said Lucifer, hugging (Y/N) before leaving.

            “I know!” chirped (Y/N).

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            After rubbing their hair with a towel to dry it, (Y/N) tossed it into their laundry hamper for later. They looked in the mirror and considered their outfit. For the first time since the Apocalypse, they weren’t wearing long sleeves. They had on just a red t-shirt and black pants, simple so they could focus on their work, and their black marks were on full display. (Y/N) smiled. Lucifer was right. They were artistic.

            Satisfied and not anxious, (Y/N) left the bathroom and headed into their room to grab their jewelry. They picked up their red feather necklace, grabbed some gold earrings, and frowned.

            Where’s my red jasper necklace?

            They wore it every day since Lucifer gave it to them, and it wasn’t in their jewelry box. (Y/N) left their room to look around. They may have taken it off last night and left it in the living room instead of bringing it back to their room.

            “Oh, uh, hi, God,” said (Y/N), stopping in confusion as they found God standing in the living room.

            “Good morning, (Y/N)!” said God. “And I told you to call me Grandpa.”

            “…Right,” said (Y/N), still a bit too weirded out about this being God saying it to actually call Him that.

            “Are you looking for this?” said God, smiling and holding up (Y/N)’s red jasper necklace. “I found it in here and thought it was yours.”

            “Yes, thank you,” said (Y/N), taking it from Him and putting it on. They blinked. It felt a bit warm around their neck.

            “How are you?” said God. He smiled at the marks showing on (Y/N)’s arms. “I trust you’re feeling better.”

            “A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling a little. They paused. “And…yesterday was fun.”

            “Was it?” God smiled wider.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t need a musical existence everyday—I’m so sore right now from dancing—but it was fun.”

            “I’m glad,” said God.

            “But you didn’t really mean for it to happen,” said (Y/N) slowly, broaching the topic. Yes, they had said they’d talk with God later with Lucifer, but He was here now, so (Y/N) might as well learn whatever they could. I am the resident Celestial-bullshit handler.

            God hesitated. “Not all of it, no.” He smiled. “But I have handled the problem so that I can safely bond with my family without putting anyone in harm’s way.” He looked behind (Y/N) at the room dedicated to their work—covered in fabric at this point. “I would invite you to come with me, but I can see you’re busy.”

            “I am right now,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But maybe later?”

            God smiled. “I am sure I will see you. Have a good day, my dear. Take care of everything.” He patted their head, turned, and headed into the elevator.

            (Y/N) watched him go. Was that one of God’s mysterious ways?

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            “I’m proud of you, Birdie,” said Em, standing still a statue as (Y/N) circled her. They were a perfectionist, and they wanted the tailoring of the outfit they’d created to be perfect.

            “Don’t be proud of me yet, the collection isn’t finished,” said (Y/N) absently as they knelt and added a few stitches to the jacket Em wore.

            “Not about the fashion,” said Em.

            (Y/N) glared.

            “Because that’s obviously going to be great,” said Em, completely missing their partner’s ire. “I’m talking about your outfit.” They smiled. “You’re wearing short sleeves again.”

            (Y/N) paused, looked at their arms, and shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I was told it was artistic, so why would I hide it?”

            “The boss had one of his profound moments, huh?” said Em, grinning.

            “When he’s not trying, my dad’s pretty good at helping people,” said (Y/N). “It’s when he gets in his head that he gets it all tangled up.”

            Em laughed and then yelped. “Ow!”

            “I told you not to move,” said (Y/N), stitching Em’s pants up with a sharp needle.

            “You’re so mean,” pouted Em.

            (Y/N) stood and pecked Em on the lips. “There, feel better?”

            Em grinned. “Another kiss would help.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Em again.

            “How do you not remember?!”

            (Y/N) and Em groaned as they heard Lucifer’s angry voice.

            “I’ll go check what the newest Celestial bullshit development is,” said (Y/N). “You can change back into your clothes.”

            “Good luck with whatever’s going on,” said Em.

            “God’s powers were glitching, so it’s not like things can get worse,” said (Y/N), shrugging as they walked out of the room.

            “Don’t jinx it!” chirped Em as she closed the door.

            (Y/N) walked into the living room to find Lucifer, once again, pouring himself a drink. He was really being pushed to the brink. “What’s going on now?” They watched God take a long drink of His own and blink as if He was actually affected by the alcohol. “…That’s weird.”

            “My father had the brilliant idea that to understand me He needed to try being human!” said Lucifer, exasperated and exhausted.

            “I want to experience the true range of human experience on Earth,” said God, pleased with Himself.

            “God can make Himself human?” said (Y/N). “How is that possible?”

            “I’m God. I can do anything.” God pleased. “Well, not right now.”

            “Of course not right now, you lost your powers!” said Lucifer.

            “I can get them back,” said God.

            “This is so weird,” sighed (Y/N).

            “It gets worse,” said Lucifer. “He lost whatever He put His powers in. He misplaced the powers of the Almighty.”

            “Huh.” (Y/N) processed that. “That’s a problem. Not good.”

            “Not good at all!” said Lucifer. He stared at God. “You had your drink. Now, focus. Where are your powers?”

            “I really don’t remember,” said God apologetically. “But I’m sure I left them somewhere.”

            “If you don’t remember where they are, how can you be sure that they’re safe?” said Lucifer.

            “I know that they’re safe,” said God firmly.

            “But what if something happens to them?” said Lucifer. “What if something happens to you? Does the universe collapse into nothingness, destroying everything and everyone I care about?”

            “I doubt that. That’s my purview,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Your face, Lucifer,” said God slowly, just staring. “The one you used in Hell. In person, it really is quite intense.”

            “You saw his Devil face?” said (Y/N).

            “He nearly got Himself killed by drug dealers, so I had to step in,” grumbled Lucifer. “But I can’t believe He’s critiquing the way I looked saving His life.”

            “Why did you choose that face?” asked God. He paused. “Deep down, that face is how you see yourself.”

            (Y/N) blinked and looked at Lucifer worriedly. His self-esteem was a sensitive topic.

            Ding!

            The elevator door opened.

            Oh, great, more trouble, thought (Y/N), because what else could it be?

            Trixie walked out.

            “What are you doing here?” said Em, stepping into the room and looking between God, Trixie, Lucifer, and (Y/N). It was an odd group.

            “I told my dad I was going to my friend’s house,” said Em.

            “I’m afraid we’re all a bit busy right now,” said Lucifer.

            “I lied, dummy.” She wound up and kicked Lucifer in the shin.

            Can no one handle anything with some amount of sensibility?

            Lucifer stared. “What on Earth was that for?”

            “I looked inside my heart like Dr. Linda said, and here’s what I realize,” said Trixie, pleased with herself. “Your hair is stupid, and your jokes are immature, and what kind of person puts a bar that big in their house?”

            “My hair is majestic, and you know it,” said Lucifer.

            “Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible!” said Trixie.

            “Oh, are they?” grumbled Lucifer. “Well—”

            “Everyone relax,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Trixie, let’s get you back home.”

            Trixie folded her arms. “I’m not done yelling at him.”

            “He’s getting yelled at plenty by other people, I assure you,” said (Y/N). “And right now he’s dealing with a problem, so let’s let him suffer in peace, shall we?”

            Trixie paused. “Fine.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They looked at Lucifer. “Find the thing.”

            Lucifer waved a hand at God, who was closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m trying!”

            Oh, boy.

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            (Y/N) and Trixie walked across the streets of LA in silence until (Y/N) looked down at the younger girl.

            “Okay, what’s going on?” said (Y/N).

            “What do you mean?” said Trixie stubbornly.

            “Why are you so angry at my dad?” said (Y/N). “Usually I know what he’s done, but this time it’s a mystery.”

            “He went to Florida for months without saying goodbye, he just does whatever he wants, and he…he hurts my mom’s feelings,” said Trixie, grumbling. She glanced at (Y/N). “Aren’t you mad at him? My mom…I remember hearing her talking to Maze about you being sad. He left you alone. Why aren’t you mad?”

            (Y/N) pursed their lips. “I was mad for a long time,” they admitted. “I shouted at him, I pushed him away, I hurt his feelings. Because what he did really hurt me.” They glanced at Trixie. “Like it hurt Chloe.”

            “But you forgave him,” said Trixie.

            “I did,” said (Y/N). “Because my dad was trying to do the right thing for me and messed up.” They chuckled. “You said grown-ups are supposed to be responsible, but they’re really just kids in bigger, taller bodies. Most of the time, they can be idiots. They make mistakes.”

            “…Did he apologize?” said Trixie.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “He did. And more importantly, he makes sure to take care of me. He didn’t just say he was sorry; he acts like he is. He wants to do better, and he is. I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he didn’t.”

            Trixie frowned as they kept walking. “Do you think he’s apologized to my mom?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). They grinned conspiratorially. “He really likes Chloe, so he’s definitely apologized. And even if he’s made another mistake, he’ll make it up to her. They’re going to be okay.” They looked down at Trixie. “Are you okay with them?”

            Trixie nodded. “I like Lucifer. We’re friends. I just didn’t want him hurting my mom.”

            “Your mom’s lucky to have you,” said (Y/N).

            “Lucifer is lucky to have you,” responded Trixie. “You keep him out of trouble. Sorry for kicking him.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “He’s had worse.” They winked. “And you don’t need to apologize to me or him about it. He probably deserves it.”

            Trixie laughed as they walked up the drive to Dan’s house. “Thanks for helping me.”

            “No problem, Trixie,” said (Y/N). “The two of us are a team, keeping our parents safe and in line.”

            Trixie brightened. “A team?”

            “A team,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Awesome,” said Trixie, grinning. She walked up to the door, turned back, and waved. “Bye, (Y/N)!”

            “Bye, Trixie,” said (Y/N). They made sure she closed the door and was in safely before checking their phone for the time. They hummed. I’ve already resolved one of our two problems of today, and it’s not even 2. I’m on a roll.

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            “Where is my dad? And God?” said (Y/N), reentering the penthouse.

            “They went out looking for God’s powers,” said Em. “I offered to help, but Lucifer asked me to wait here to tell you.”

            “He does know I own a phone, right?” said (Y/N).

            “He just wants you to not be out and about while God’s powers could be picked up by anyone,” said Em. “He’s protective.”

            “Mm, unfortunately,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “That also means I can’t procrastinate. I’m going to get back to work.”

            “Good luck!” said Em as (Y/N) headed back into their workroom.

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            “You seriously have no idea?” said Lucifer. “Nothing, no clue, nada? No inkling?”

            “Son, I do not know where I left my powers. All I know is that they are safe,” said God.

            “Father, I have to say that I agree with Lucifer. This is irresponsible. We need to find your powers before someone finds them,” said Amenadiel.

            “No, no, they’re safe,” said God. “I’m sure of that.”

            “Father,” sighed Amenadiel. “Earth isn’t safe. If someone found your powers, they could hurt themselves or others.”

            God looked at Amenadiel. “My son, I would not leave my powers somewhere or with someone if there was a chance they would to be used for harm.”

            Amenadiel fought not to sigh. “Alright, let’s think things through. What places does Dad know?”

            “Food stores,” said Lucifer. “Not helpful.”

            “Okay, then, if you were to give up your powers for the day, what would you do with them?” said Amenadiel.

            “I don’t want people to have to bear my power and frighten people off as the devil, so I wouldn’t leave it with anyone,” said Lucifer.

            “Fine, bad example,” said Amenadiel.

            “What would you do? Perfect older brother should be a good example of what our dear Father would do,” said Lucifer.

            “Children,” sighed God.

            “I’d put it with someone I trusted, like family,” said Amenadiel. “I’d know they wouldn’t use my power for harm and would keep it safe.”

            God paused. “Oh.”

            Lucifer and Amenadiel looked at Him. “What?”

            God smiled. “I remember where I left it.”

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            “(Y/N).” Em leaned into the workroom.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N) absently, staring at two different fabrics barely a shade different.

            “God is here with Amenadiel and Lucifer. He wants to talk to you,” said Em.

            (Y/N) frowned in confusion but came out of the room. “What is it?”

            “I remembered where I put my powers,” said God. He held out a hand. “Could I borrow your red jasper necklace?”

            (Y/N) tilted their head but undid the clasp and held it out to Him. He took it and held the stone in His hand. God took a deep breath, and a chime sounded. It echoed around the room, and a golden glow emerged from the red jasper. It flew up and around God, holy and bright. When it faded, everyone stared. God smiled and gave the necklace back to (Y/N).

            “Thank you for keeping it safe,” said God.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who was dumbfounded. “At least (Y/N) is responsible.”

            “Oh, great, so I was just walking around with God’s power for the whole day,” said (Y/N), still just staring at the necklace in their hand.

            “I knew that you could take care of it,” said God. He smiled. “You wouldn’t use power for your own gain, would you?”

            (Y/N) blinked. “No.” They helped people and protected their family and friends. They didn’t need or want power for themself.

            “You can’t just hand your powers to my kid and not tell them,” spluttered Lucifer. “What if it had exploded? What if they had gotten hurt?”

            God held up a hand. “We need to talk.” His voice had grown somber, and Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

            God sat down, and, sensing the seriousness of the occasion, everyone else in the room sat down.

            “Lucifer was right,” said God, a soft smile on His face.

            “Twice in one millennium,” said Lucifer. “Will wonders never cease?”

            “It’s not just the music,” said God. “Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.” He laced His fingers, and His eyes took on a slightly melancholy expression. “The truth is…I’ve been slipping for quite a while. For longer than I’d like to admit.” He smiled again. “I guess you get your denial from your father.”

            “What denial?” Lucifer pretended to act innocent before smiling. “Kidding.” It seemed he and God had some sort of breakthrough in their fraught relationship. “Mostly.”

            “Now, let’s just keep this between the five of us, for now. Shall we?” said God.

            “What are you saying?” asked (Y/N).

            “I think it’s time,” said God.

            “Time for what?” said Lucifer.

            “Time for me to retire,” said God.

            …God can retire? That was a development.

            (Y/N), Lucifer, and Amenadiel all looked at each other. They looked at God to say something, anything to that statement, and He was gone.

            Unbelievable.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: Someone has to Make Sure You don’t do Anything Stupid

Summary: Lucifer and Chloe struggle with the newest development in their friendship, (Y/N) and Em bond, and Kinley plots.

            Lucifer calmly played piano until his phone dinged. He smiled as he read the message from Chloe asking for a make-up date. The elevator pinged and opened. He grinned and turned, expecting Chloe to be making a surprise visit for a date at that moment. Lucifer’s smile faltered as a priest stepped into the Penthouse.

            “Who are you?” asked Lucifer.

            “I’m Father Kinley,” said the priest. “I’m here because…there’s something you need to know about Chloe Decker.”

            Lucifer sighed, got up, and poured himself a drink. “Forgive me, Father, for not offering you a drink. I have an aversion to the cloth. Daddy issues. Long story.”

            “I understand,” said Kinley. “And I do apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Morningstar. Please ju—Allow me to explain myself.”

            “Excellent course of action,” said Lucifer.

            “You see, I’m not a normal priest,” said Kinley, beginning his tale to manipulate Lucifer.

            “Was there ever such a thing?” chuckled Lucifer.

            “I mean, I’m not a normal priest in the sense that I don’t have my own congregation,” said Kinley. “I am, uh—I’m an investigator for the Vatican.” He handed a business card to Lucifer.

            “Vatican Investigator?” questioned Lucifer. “Sounds like a soon-to-be-canceled TV show.”

            “Oh, I assure you, it’s a very real job,” said Kinley. And that is why I’m here. To stop you and the Antichrist from bringing the apocalypse. “I’ve spent the last forty years traveling the globe in pursuit of the demonic. I know the divine is real. And I also know that evil walks the Earth. And that you, Mr. Morningstar—”

            “Oh, brother, here we go,” sighed Lucifer.

            “—are not it,” finished Kinley, lying about his knowledge of Lucifer’s identity.

            “Not quite what I was expecting,” said Lucifer.

            No, because you can be handled simply by being sent back to Hell. The Antichrist is the greater evil, thought Kinley.

            “So, if I’m not the Devil, then why are you here?” asked Lucifer. “And what does any of this have to do with the Detective?”

            “Oh, because Ms. Decker believes that you are,” said Kinley.

            “I see,” said Lucifer.

            “About a month ago, she came to Rome with a most outlandish tale,” continued Kinley, spinning the truth into a tale to break Lucifer and Chloe apart. “The Devil himself is hiding in plain sight, masquerading as a nightclub owner in Los Angeles. And that he’d revealed himself to her.”

            Lucifer chuckled. “Well, this is wonderful news.”

            “Wonderful? How so?” said Kinley.

            “Well, as my therapist or kid would say: talking about your issues was the first step in dealing with them,” said Lucifer. “So if the Detective did have issues with me, well, it sounds like they’ve been dealt with. She talked with a priest and (Y/N). Now, if that’s everything, Father, you can be on your merry way.”

            “I just felt that it was my duty to warn you,” said Kinley. “Because the reason she came to Rome was to, well, ‘send the Devil back to Hell.’ ”

            Lucifer chuckled. “The Detective would never do that.”

            “Chloe is a good person with a good heart,” said Kinley.

            “Finally, something we can agree on,” said Lucifer.

            “But whatever she went through, whatever drove her to Rome, it shook her to her very core,” said Kinley gravely. “She is the reason that I’m here. You need to be careful, Mr. Morningstar. God knows what she has planned for you.” He patted Lucifer’s shoulder as Lucifer stared at him and walked to the elevator.

            The doors opened before he arrived, and (Y/N) walked out holding a bag of fabric they bought. Kinley paused and watched (Y/N) give him a questioningly glance.

            The Antichrist…

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Something was off about him. Something in his eyes spelled anger. But Kinley turned away, and the doors of the elevator closed before (Y/N) could see anything else.

            “Who was that?” asked (Y/N).

            “Father Kinley, a ‘Vatican Investigator,’ ” said Lucifer absently.

            “Why was he here?” said (Y/N).

            “He says the Detective came to Rome looking for a way to send me back to Hell,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. “You don’t believe that shit, do you?”

            “She was quite disturbed in the beginning…” said Lucifer. “And why would a priest lie?”

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Priests are human. Humans lie. But even if he’s telling the truth, it could’ve been just a passing thought on Decker’s part. She was shocked by your identity. It was a lot for her, and maybe she had a passing thought when speaking to a priest in Rome that it would be better to have the Devil in hell.” They smiled at Lucifer. “Decker wouldn’t hurt you. If she ever thought to, it was a random thought that was probably pretty quickly ignored. People say a lot of stuff when they’re scared and confused. Just ignore it.”

            Lucifer looked at (Y/N) softly before smiling. “Perhaps. When did you get so wise?”

            (Y/N) grinned. “Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

            “Me? Stupid? Nonsense,” said Lucifer with a grin.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes with a smile. “Yeah, sure, Dad.” They moved to leave the room, and Lucifer stopped them.

            “Thank you for the advice,” he said honestly. He squeezed their shoulder affectionately.

            (Y/N) smiled. “You’re welcome.”

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            (Y/N) looked up from their math homework as Em came into the library with an annoyed scowl.

            “If I hear Maze talk to me about the best way to teach a baby to fight one more time, I’m going to send her right back to Hell,” grumbled Em, sitting down.

            “She’s really concerned about Linda and her pregnancy,” observed (Y/N). “It’s…sweet for Maze.”

            “Sweet? Try annoying to all Hell,” said Em. “I’m the one she runs every possible emergency scenario by. She learned what documentaries are and keeps telling me in detail what can go wrong in birth and the pain of it.”

            “Can’t blame her for being a little worried. Or Linda, actually,” said (Y/N). “I mean, it’s Amenadiel’s baby, too, which is weird enough on its own, but it’s a Celestial baby. I’d be freaked out if I was having a not-human baby.”

            “I wonder if there’ll be another birdie flying around,” said Em curiously.

            “A flying baby? Shit, Linda shouldn’t just be worried, she should be terrified,” said (Y/N).

            Em laughed and grinned, leaning on their hand and elbow. She gazed intensely at (Y/N). “Come on, you didn’t turn out that bad.”

            (Y/N) turned a little pink. That was happening more and more around Em. Weird. “Shut up.”

            Em just grinned wider. “Whatever you say, Birdie. Just saying, you’re pretty cool.”

            “…I’m waiting for the punchline,” said (Y/N), eying Em with playful suspicion.

            “No punchline. I can’t even say you’re cool for a human since you’re not one,” said Em, shrugging. She smirked.

            Here it comes.

            “But I can say you’re pretty cool when you’re not being moody,” teased Em.

            “I’m always moody,” said (Y/N).

            “Then I guess you’re actually not cool!” said Em.

            “Go back to Hell,” said (Y/N) pointedly.

            Em grinned wider. They liked (Y/N)’s face when they got annoyed. It was cute. Plus, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t see the slight smile of amusement. That was cute too. (Y/N) was cute.

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            “Mr. Morninstar, thank you for reaching out,” said Kinley, walking up to Lucifer. “Are you okay? Did Detective Decker…Did she do something?”

            “No,” said Lucifer. “And she never will.” He smiled. “I’m just here to tell you that you’re wrong about the Detective. If she’s planning anything, it’s an apology. My kid was right. Whatever she said to you, it was just the panic of her thoughts, nothing more.”

            “I certainly hope that’s the case,” said Kinley.

            “Oh, ye of little faith, Father,” said Lucifer.

            “Have you noticed her carrying a vial?” remarked Kinley “innocently.”

            “A what?” said Lucifer.

            “A vial,” repeated Kinley. “It’s, uh, an ornate thing. It’s about the size of a plum. I got word from a colleague of mine in Rome that she’d met with a priest who was hellbent on banishing the Devil from Earth.”

            “And you all get paid to do this?” said Lucifer incredulously. “I’m genuinely asking.” He tried to walk away, but Kinley followed.

            “Supposedly, this priest has uncovered a ceremony that would—and-and bear with me—trap the Devil in Hell for all eternity,” said Kinley. “He’s shared the details of this ceremony with Chloe.”

            Lucifer chuckled. “A ceremony to banish the Devil to Hell? That is priceless. No, but seriously, you all need to take End of Days out of the Vatican movie night rotation. Definitely not one of Arnold’s best.”

            “I know. I know it sounds crazy,” said Kinley. “But Chloe was very distressed the last time I saw her. Apparently, the ceremony involves giving the subject a sacramental liquid that would sedate the Devil.”

            “Ooh. Let me guess, it’s inside the plum vial,” said Lucifer.

            “So I’m told,” said Kinley. “And if it would sedate the Devil, I feat that it involves some poison, something that would kill a normal man.”

            “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” chuckled Lucifer, not taking Kinley seriously.

            “Do you honestly think that I would travel thousands of miles, tell you these outlandish tales, if I didn’t take them seriously?” said Kinley. He took them so seriously he was prepared to remove Lucifer and eliminate (Y/N). “I hope beyond hope that I’m wrong. But if there is any chance that Chloe could try something, you need to be careful.”

            “Well, consider me warned,” said Lucifer, annoyed with how Kinley kept going on and on. “You may absolve yourself of any further responsibility in this matter. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have plans.” Lucifer patted Kinley’s shoulder and walked past the priest and out the church.

            Kinley firmly brushed Lucifer’s touch off as a fellow priest appeared beside them.

            “Is that the man?” said the priest, Bishop Hoffman.

            “Not a man, Your Excellency,” said Kinley. “The prophecy is real. And now that the trap is set, everything will come together soon. I even saw the Antichrist.”

            “The Antichrist…It must be quite formidable,” said Hoffman.

            “Yes,” said Kinley. He wouldn’t tell Hoffman the age of the Antichrist. No, the Bishop might see the need to be merciful. Kinley was the only one who understood the need to remove them. The Antichrist was an evil being that would bring ruin to Earth, teenager or not. Kinley would eliminate that evil.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Five

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Five: If We join the Party, There’s Going to be a Musical Number

Summary: The musical numbers continue through dates and parties (not that (Y/N) and their friends are complaining. These ones are pretty fun).

            (Y/N) walked into the penthouse, threw their backpack down, and crossed their arms. Lucifer looked up from his coffee.

            “Something wrong?” he said.

            “What are you Celestials up to now?” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer tried to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”

            “I’m talking about the song and dance numbers breaking out in the street,” said (Y/N). “I’m sure you’ve noticed them, you’d have to be blind not to.”

            “No, no, I noticed when an entire crime scene sang ‘Another One Bites the Dust,’ ” said Lucifer. “I just thought that maybe it was my father only bothering me and it wasn’t…spreading.”

            “It’s definitely spreading, like a disease,” said (Y/N). They considered. “Kind of fun, though. When we weren’t singing about the apocalypse, that is.”

            “You had to sing about that?” Lucifer’s brow creased in worry at how (Y/N) felt.

            They waved a hand. “Relax, we had a Lady Gaga number with a fashion show, so that made up for it.” They crossed their arms again. “But why is God directing a musical?”

            Lucifer sighed. “He’s trying to ‘bond’ with me.”

            “Your family has weird ways of doing that,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m hoping Dr. Martin will knock some sense into Him,” said Lucifer, standing and straightening his jacket.

            “…What?”

            “We’re going to Family Therapy,” said Lucifer.

            “Did you try that with your Mother and it went wrong?” said (Y/N).

            “This is my Father, totally different.”

            “Uhuh, yeah, sure. Good luck to Linda!” (Y/N) shook their head. “I wouldn’t want to be the one trying to give therapy to God.”

            “Maybe He’ll at least stop the musical numbers,” said Lucifer, shrugging.

            “Tell Him that if He has any control over the songs to at least make it not depressing.”

            “I think it produces whatever song fits the ‘scene,’ I suppose.”

            “Damn.” I was hoping to avoid depressing songs.

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            “So God thinks that because Lucifer likes music making the world a musical would be good for them?” clarified Em as she and (Y/N) walked through the park. Their hands were intertwined, and the sunny day was perfect for their date.

            “That’s what I gathered from Him wanting to ‘bond’ with my dad,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “And apparently we don’t really control the songs, it’s just whatever fits the ‘scene’ we’re in.”

            “So we’re a cheesy jukebox musical,” said Em, laughing.

            “It means someone in the world today is going to work through a mental breakdown through singing, and knowing my track record, it’ll be me,” groaned (Y/N).

            Em squeezed their hand. “How about we make sure we have fun until then? You don’t need to sing a sad song. You have no reason to feel bad about yourself.”

            (Y/N) looked extremely dubious, and their partner grinned.

            “Come on, Birdie, just enjoy the moment,” said Em. “Right now, it’s you and me. So who cares about anything else?” She kissed (Y/N)’s cheek. “No matter what sadness you feel, I’m here. And I love you. My Birdie.” (Y/N) turned their face, and Em kissed their lips quickly. “My angel.”

            “Antichrist,” corrected (Y/N). They knew that would weigh on them forever.

            “Angel,” said Em firmly. “Not from Heaven, not from Hell, but from Earth.”

            Music suddenly played, and (Y/N) fought not to smile as Em grinned happily. Obviously, she had been so sappy to get a nice song to strike up and cheer (Y/N) up.

            They’re so sweet, thought (Y/N), smiling dopily at Em.

(“Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine?)” by Marvin Berry, The Starlighters) (Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?”

            She winked, and (Y/N) laughed. Em took (Y/N)’s hand and swayed.

(Em) “My darling dear, love you all the time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            They kissed (Y/N) before spinning them around. Em perched their head on (Y/N)’s shoulder and sang while swaying them.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore, Love you forever and evermore, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            Em spun (Y/N) back, and the pair began to dance to the steps they felt in their heart. They placed their palms together as they moved with one another, staring into each other’s eyes.

(Em) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            She kissed (Y/N) and dipped them back. Around them, other couples began to copy their movements. The entire park seemed to be full of love and adoration.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine, My darling dear, love you for all time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) lifted from the dip and spun Em. They smiled so brightly, so honestly, at Em, that Em’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. There was their Birdie, her partner, the one who was strong and alive and still there despite everything they had been through.

(Y/N) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day, I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            Em grinned at (Y/N)’s singing, and the pair continued to dance forward, twirling across the path together. The entire world was part of their song, and the wind grabbed petals and leaves from flowers and trees. It spun around the couple.

(Em) “Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.” (Y/N) “My darling dear, love you for all time.”

            Their dance ended, and they faced one another.

(Em and (Y/N)) “I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) and Em leaned in and kissed each other.

            The music died, and everyone went back to what they were doing before, but (Y/N) and Em gazed at each other with their hands clasped.

            “Feel a bit better, Birdie?” said Em.

            “No more angel nickname?” teased (Y/N).

            “You’re the only Birdie,” said Em, kissing them again. “Remember that I love you. I care. I’m here to support you.”

            “Thank you,” whispered (Y/N).

            Em nudged them. “And, hey, if you end up breaking down—literally—through song, not the most destructive thing you’ve done.” She winked playfully.

            “I thought you were trying to be sweet,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smiling all the same.

            Em leaned on their shoulder. “You know you love me.”

            “I guess I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you,” decided (Y/N).

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            “Alright!” said Noa as the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club gathered at LUX.

            (Because where else do you go after the whole world has turned to song other than a club? Best place to take advantage of it. And Lucifer had opened it to all ages sans alcohol that day because of the musical extravaganza, so they weren’t in danger).

            “So, what songs has everyone experienced today?” They grinned and leaned over the table. “I want to compare.”

            “Em and I…sang Earth Angel,” said (Y/N), cheeks warming as their friends grinned.

            “That’s adorable,” said Olive.

            “You two are so cute,” said Marcel.

            “Very appropriate song,” said Leon.

            “I know how to treat my partner right,” said Em, grinning.

            “And you’re so very humble about it,” chuckled (Y/N).

            Noa pouted. “Olive and I haven’t had a duet. She went to dance practice.”

            “We went on a date yesterday,” said Olive, taking Noa’s hand. “So don’t complain. We can do karaoke next.”

            Noa brightened at that.

            “But I did get to sing at dance practice,” said Olive. “ ‘Spice Up Your Life’ from the Spice Girls.”

            “That had to have been so much fun,” said Noa. “And tell me you took center stage.”

            Olive grinned. “In pointe shoes and everything.”

            “That’s my girl!” said Noa, kissing Olive’s hand fondly.

            “You’re going to be jealous again, Noa, because while I didn’t have a duet with Leon, he did sing to me,” said Marcel, smiling as his partner.

            “Oh?” Noa wiggled their eyebrows. “What was the song, Leon?”

            “Tell us, can’t be more sappy than singing a song with ‘angel’ in it to me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Leon’s cheeks warmed, but the only indication was the slight duck of his head. They obviously wished they had their locs down to cover their face. “ ‘Amour Plastique.’ ”

            “That’s so cute,” said Em, smiling. “And in your native language.”

            “I know, right?” said Marcel. “I’m so lucky.”

            “Can we talk about someone else’s song?” said Leon.

            “Only to save you from exploding from embarrassment,” said Marcel. He linked his arm with Leon’s. “Besides, it’s not like he was the only one. I sang ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ to Leon.”

            “That was nice,” said Leon, raising their head again.

            “And I meant every word,” said Marcel, kissing Leon for a moment.

            “What about you, Noa? What did you end up performing in?” said Em.

            “I was at the skatepark and ended up with a bunch of people doing a choreographed skateboarding dance to ‘Bad Reputation,’ ” said Noa.

            “Very you,” said (Y/N).

            “I bet you looked amazing, babe,” said Olive. “Even if I wasn’t there.”

            Noa pouted. “Can we go out after this tonight and sing to each other?”

            “Only if you stop looking like a wounded puppy, I can’t stand it,” said Olive, kissing Noa’s cheek.

            Noa brightened. “I can be cheery!” They jumped up from the table and pulled Olive with them. “Come on, let’s dance!”

            “If we join the party, there’s going to be a musical number,” said (Y/N). “I just know it.”

            Over the speakers, a new song began to play.

(“Dancing Queen” by Abba) (Clubgoers) “Ooh, you can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            “That is way too much of a coincidence after what Noa just said,” said Olive.

            “And we’re all seventeen!” said Marcel eagerly.

            “What can I say? I’m a genius,” said Noa proudly.

            “It seems the song is calling,” said Leon.

            “Come on, Birdie, you jinxed us, you gotta dance now,” said Em.

            “I wasn’t going to miss it. I love this song,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            The six of them got up and headed to the dance floor and as the flights flashed into a disco pattern. As soon as the next lyrics began, the choreography had begun. The six of them were in the center while other dancers—teenagers and adults alike—were behind them.

(Noa) “Friday nights and the lights are low.”

            They posed.

(Olive) “Looking out for a place to go.”

            She posed with her partner.

(Marcel) “Where they play the right music—”

            He posed.

(Leon) “—getting in the swing.”

            Leon joined their boyfriend.

(Marcel and Leon) “You come to look for a king.”

            They mimed crowns and grinned at each other.

(Em) “Anybody could be that guy, Night is young and the music’s high.”

            She winked and posed.

(Y/N) “With a bit of rock music, everything is fine, You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            They stood next to Em, and the entire group spun and leaned in together.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance…”

            The group jumped up, and dancing exploded to life around them.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen.”

            Everyone weaved in and out of circles to create a mass of movement and energy in LUX.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            Each couple took their hands and spun, and the crowd found partners to do the same.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            People jumping and spun on shoulders before spinning back to the ground. The rhythm continued, and people moved between new friends and partners happily.

(Olive and Em) “You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on.”

            They winked at each other and spun around. Olive’s pink sundress spun with her, and Em’s black, pleated skirt swooshed with her. As they twirled, they revealed Leon and Noa behind them, posed and ready to go.

(Leon and Noa) “Leave them burning, and then you’re gone.”

            They went back-to-back, extended their arms, and did a backbend. They straightened and crisscrossed sides to reveal (Y/N) and Marcel.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “Looking out for another, anyone one will do.”

            They grinned at their respective partners and winked as they moved to the rhythm.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            Em moved to (Y/N), Leon moved to Marcel, and Noa and Olive took their hands.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance!”

            The lights flashed in a rainbow pattern off a disco ball (since when did the Lux have that? No idea). Everyone spun, jumped, and danced. Some lifted people up and let them flip to the ground, and others leapt onto tables to dance.

(All) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen!”

            Each couple took a table. (Y/N) and Em spun one another and laughed as they danced willy-nilly. Olive and Noa had more coordination but just as much fun. Leon had the elegance and Marcel the energy on their table.

(All) “Dancing queen, Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            (Y/N) leaned back and trusted Em to dip them before coming back up, taking her waist, and lifting her in a spin.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life.”

            Olive went onto pointe in her shoes, and Noa spun her before spinning themself. One was feminine and pastel, and the other was masculine and grunge, but they were a perfect pair.

(All) “Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene.”

            Leon lifted Marcel onto his shoulders and let him bend backwards to his hands and then to his feet.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

            The six teenagers jumped from the tables and came together in one group of jumping, dancing, singing, joyful people.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

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To Move On

Fandom: Lucifer (TV show)             Genres: grief, denial, friendship

Summary: After the death of his brother, Lucifer can’t pull himself back together, even if he tries to deny it. His attitude becomes problematic when you and Chloe try to catch a murderer, but he is your friend and you can’t leave it like that.

Word count: 2,250

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The bodies were being photographed by three men. You were surprised that none of them had stepped into one of the big pools of blood yet, given how much of it was splattered everywhere around. Ella seemed to be thinking the same thing, with a very impressed look.

“I should have gone to those ballet classes,” she mumbled, chewing her sandwich. Both of you had to wait for the men to finish before starting your part of the job. Chloe was circling around them impatiently, already pumped up with adrenaline and probably more than a hundred theories to check out.

“My mother wanted me to be a chef,” you said, taking a big bite from her sandwich. She always ate the good, expensive ones. “I guess I wouldn’t be able to hold the food in my stomach if I became one and then saw something like this.”

“Yup. And they say that life as an investigator is easy and doesn’t require any special skills. Look at Joe – poor guy is as green as the grass around him.”

You nodded, glancing at one of your colleagues, who tried to regain his composure on the back of the crime scene and pretending that he had nothing to do with the fresh puddle of vomit to his left. It wasn’t really his fault – he usually worked behind the desk and only packed or checked the papers from the investigations. If your bureau had more free officers, he would have been left in his cozy, corner office, but because most of them were occupied with another murder on the other side of the city, someone had to help with this one. If it was up to you, you would let him go home and rest, but unfortunately you weren’t the one in charge.

Watching Joe, you noticed another man heading in your direction from behind him. A very well-known man, not only because of his (rather interesting) looks.

You frowned. Lucifer looked quite… disheveled, which was unheard of for him.

“Hello,” he welcomed both of you rather terse after approaching you. Although he was smiling, he seemed different and uneasy.

“Are you drunk?” Ella asked him directly, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Or high?” you added, leaning in to smell him.

“No and no – unfortunately, but I’m working on it,” Lucifer flashed a wide smile, which was obviously not entirely honest.

He passed by you, moving to the table with all kinds of food and drinks. The murder took place at a wedding, so there was still plenty of it left over. The guests were also asked to stay until all of their testimony were taken, so now some of them were observing Lucifer moping up the fancy cake, completely uncaring about a tragedy that had happened here just a half an hour ago.

“Is he even serious?” Ella’s eyes went wide, just like yours. “I mean, he was always a bit weird and stand-offish, but this is weird even for him…”

“Yeah… I’ll take care of him, you go to Chloe, it looks like the boys are finished,” you muttered, leaving her side and pulling a plate from Lucifer’s hands.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you hissed.

He looked at you with pure surprise on his face.

“I thought eating was a rather normal action for a human…”

“Lucifer, for… whoever’s sake, you are at a crime scene and eating possible evidence!”

“You’re exaggerating as always, there’s no need to…”

“First, you don’t know, and neither do we, if it isn’t poisoned, because, guess what, it wouldn’t be such a surprise since we already have dead bodies. Second, it’s not up to you to decide what goes where and what can be thrown out or eaten! What’s wrong with you? It’s not your first ride, Luci,” you said, trying to look at him directly, but Lucifer didn’t want to catch your gaze and avoided it. From so close you could see that he was indeed a walking mess and looked like a completely different person. There was almost nothing left of the man you’d come to know.

“Whatever,” he murmured before trying to go somewhere else.

You wanted to stop him, but before you grabbed his arm, you heard Chloe calling for you. You let out a small groan, noticing Lucifer approaching a group of the witnesses, still shaking and sobbing. It was an easy way to cause a disaster, but you noticed a few officers standing nearby, so you hoped they would eventually stop Lucifer before it was too late for whatever he had in mind. You had no idea what had shaken him up so much, but it had to be something big. If you knew anything about this man, it was that he had built walls around him so tall that only something extreme could pass them. You definitely considered yourself one of his few friends and you decided to make him talk about it sometime later. You just couldn’t watch him in this state.

With a sorry feeling still clouding your thoughts, you turned around and approached Chloe and Ella crouching nearby the massacred body.

“Any ideas?” you asked, trying to sound normal, but Chloe had seen through you immediately, frowning.

“Is everything okay?” she asked the question you had no answer to. “And what about Lucifer?”

“He said… he was going to check something first,” you stuttered, but fortunately she didn’t push. Ella was unusually silent.

“The shooter must have had some training,” was the first thing she said, not even looking in your direction. “Or it was a very lucky shot. Either way, no ambulance could have saved this girl, even if the medics started to work on bringing her back right in the moment she got shot.”

“So he shot to kill, efficiently and without second-thoughts,” Chloe murmured to herself.

“You think it was some kind of a revenge?” you asked. “You know, it’s pretty symbolic here – the wedding, the bride killed right before she entered a new chapter in her life…”

Chloe opened her mouth to say something, but the three of you stopped when you heard a sudden fuss behind you.

Well, if you hoped for the officers to have a close watch on Lucifer and his actions, you probably should have told them that face to face. Or do it yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Chloe almost teared Lucifer from one of the female witnesses he was heavily making out with on one of the tables.

He looked at her rather unfocused, definitely not seeing anything bad in his latest actions.

“Just helping the poor lady come back to her senses!” he exclaimed with passion. “You are a detective, detective! You should know what she’s been through. She needs to calm down and think about something less drastic and relax…”

“So you think it’s just fine to screw her in the middle of an open-field investigation?” Chloe corrected him with disbelief. You’ve never seen her so angry but you felt the same way.

“Well, it’s not like she wasn’t up to some fun…” Lucifer purred over his shoulder into the woman’s direction with a sly smile.

Chloe grabbed his arm, turning him back and tried to reason with him, but you could clearly see it wasn’t working. You were standing a few feet behind her, watching them with a heavy weight on your shoulders. The Detective had also noticed the drastic change in Lucifer’s attitude and tried to convince him to let her help if he couldn’t handle whatever has happened, but he ignored her.

A few minutes later you watched Lucifer’s back as he left the crime scene, not even once looking back at you. You worried if he was able to get back to the Lux on his own, but you had work to do. You decided to pay him a quick visit on your way back home and check on him.

“So, um… Do we have any witnesses who had seen the murderer?” you asked Chloe, getting back to the body.

She rubbed her face tiredly.

“I’m not sure, I have to ask the officer…”

“I’ll do it! You don’t move and just help Ella,” you offered quickly, giving her a warm smile.

“Thanks,” she agreed gladly.

A few hours later, you entered the Lux quite surprised at how many people had already been there as the parties usually started late in the evening. The music was blasting from the speakers, almost deafening. The crowd flowed through the colorful space. A few waiters were maneuvering with experience, never spilling a drop of champagne. It wasn’t anything new for this place. Parties at Lucifer’s were always  of the best sort.

It took you some time before you pushed your way to the bar in the hopes of finding Maze and asking her about Lucifer, but when you got there, it became clear you didn’t need any help with that.

Dancing like a true devil with three barely clothed girls, downing glass after glass, it was a miracle Lucifer hadn’t already fallen down. You sighed. You should have probably guessed how Lucifer would choose to deal with whatever was bothering him. Alcohol, girls, and endless partying – just another night at Lux.

“Lucifer!” you shouted after approaching him, trying to outshout the noise.

He reacted immediately, turning around so fast he almost hit you.

“What a surprise!” he mumbled barely understandable, visibly unsteady on his feet. Two girls in heavy makeup were hanging on his shoulders lustfully, but it didn’t stop him from coming closer to you with a strange look in his darkened eyes.

“We need to talk.”

“Sure, honey, whatever you want,” he whispered, leaning in close to you. His charm would work better if he didn’t stink like a distillery.

“Not here,” you quickly moved away, but grabbed his arm and forced him to follow you, completely ignoring his unusual wandering hands.

You almost pushed him into the elevator, tearing his hands off you angrily.

“Just stop it!” you growled and he raised his hands in a defensive gesture.

“Whatever…,” he murmured.

Before he could do anything else, the elevator stopped and you moved him outside, earning a surprised look from him.

“What-…”

You slapped him hard, not bothering to restrain yourself. At that point you were too angry to hold on.

“What is wrong with you?!” you yelled at him before he could regain himself and do anything. The pure shock on his face was a rare view. “First that bullshit on the crime scene, now this? Lucifer, I’m scared of you!”

He blinked a few times, still speechless. It was clear he never expected such an action from you.

“Well, you certainly don’t look scared…,” was the only thing he managed to mumble, moving away from you to lean on the counter on his left.

“But I am! This… This whole thing… It’s not you. It’s not the Lucifer that I know. I am your friend and that means if you ever have any problems, I will try to help you out with whatever is bothering you. But it also means that I will not allow this bullshit and you screwing up so badly in your life to the point there is no way back – and don’t even start saying that I’m exaggerating again, because let’s be honest, you don’t know where to stop once you start something. Lucifer, just tell me what happened. Just tell me what I can do to bring you back.”

You were looking straight into his eyes. The silence in his apartment was laying heavy around you, the dim light separating you from the rest of the world. At that moment you could clearly see that something deep inside Lucifer was tearing him apart and every one of his past actions was meant to hide it both from the outside world and from himself.

“What if I don’t want to bring back what I used to be?” Lucifer whispered barely audibly, finally tearing his gaze from you.

“Then at least explain it to me.”

“Why do you care so much?” he seemed not to understand your stubbornness.

“I told you. You are my friend. I don’t need any more reasons,” you lightly touched his hand, smiling encouragingly.

Hesitating a little, you closed your arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a rather awkward hug. At first he stiffened and you were almost sure he would move away from you, but he surprised you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“But what if I’ve done something truly horrible and I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself?” Lucifer whispered into your hair.

“Forgiveness may come with time or it can never come, it rarely depends on us,” you said, gently stroking his disheveled hair. “The only thing we can do is to move on with that and live our lives the best way we can. Hurting yourself, you hurt people that care about you too. And that may cause you even more pain.”

“Life is more difficult than I thought,” Lucifer huffed, not moving a bit.

“But you’re not dealing with it alone,” you said. “No one is. And that’s what gives us strength to move on.”

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