#sigh i love speculating about artists lives ♡

[fudanshiatlas]

YOU GOT YOUR SHUTTER SHADES ON AND UR DANCING AROUNNDNNDNN

[sunflowerheartsandstarryskies]

Painted With Light- Lucifer x Artist! Reader

Author’s Note: Surprise! I’m back! After literal years (I have no idea how, I'm so sorry) I am back. A lot of personal things happening to me (one being my computer is bricked and i have to do a lot of stuff on my phone), stunted my creativity for a long time especially writing but here I am. I wouldn’t say I'm completely back because I don’t have a laptop still but I did want to finally finish this wip I had just laying around. I have no experience with galleries and opening things but I had this idea sitting in my head for a while so I decided to write it out. This fic was inspired by this beautiful artwork:

and by the beautiful gothic statue The Lucifer of Liege by Joseph Geefe.

Warnings: talks of religion (it’s Lucifer, y’all know the drill), allusions to parental neglect??

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A sinking, cold feeling is what Lucifer felt as he stared at the painting in front of him. It was a painting of him or his Biblical self being depicted in front of him. He felt a strange hollow feeling inside of him as he kept staring at the painting. He tilted his head and a new meaning seems to be emerging from it. His soul, his wings, and his pride danced in front of him on this canvas.

The painted Lucifer has his head tilted to the side hiding his facial features from the onlooker, a winged appendage spread upward reaching to the sky. Blanketed under heavy black shadows with a cold spotlight on the crown on his head that acts as a halo spilling downwards swallowed again by the black shadows that take the majority of the painting.

It was solemn…cold, but beautiful, it was a depiction of himself that Lucifer rarely saw. Although he wasn’t in the business of seeing depictions of his angelic side, it wasn’t a tragedy but a snapshot of a part of his name. It was the reverence of his story being depicted on this canvas that had him looking for the artist’s name.

He hummed in thought as he saw the name, he never really heard of the artist before but he decided to try to learn more about them. When he turned around, the environment returned to him as the noises of the patrons around him and Chloe walking to him did he remember where he was. A murder investigation.

“Ah Detective, good to see you back from your interviews. Did you find anything?” he asked with a charming smile.

Chloe let out a sigh as she said, “Not really from anyone here”

“Oh well, there’s more to discover elsewhere,” Lucifer states as he walks with her out of the exhibit.

They make small bits of discussion about the case, but Lucifer’s thoughts keep being drawn to the painting of him in the gallery.

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“So you decided to buy the painting?” Maze asks him as they both stand in his living room staring at the canvas on the wall.

“Yes,” Lucifer nods.

“It’s a bit on the nose isn’t it, for you?”

“Oh come on now, Maze this has to be the most subtle piece about me there is,” Lucifer argues looking back at her.

Maze grunts in agreement then pauses and looks at him as she speculates, “This is a bit different than the usual side of you, you like to bolster.”

“Is there a reason you are criticizing my art purchases, Maze?”

“No, no reason,” Maze pursed her lips as she turned around and left his penthouse leaving him alone to his thoughts.

He stares at the portrait for a moment awhile before returning to his own business.

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In the morning he woke up to his phone ringing on his bedside.

“Hello,” he rasped into the phone before he coughed, clearing his throat.

“Oh hello, is this Mr. Morningstar?” the person on the other end asks, and when Lucifer confirms it’s him the voice continues, “I am the owner of the gallery you made a purchase at and the artist would like to meet with you to give their gratitude to you.”

Lucifer sits up on his bed now fully paying attention to the conversation as he responds, “I would love that, when would they like to meet?”

“This afternoon at the gallery if you’re willing, we know it’s a bit short notice but they were also stunned when you purchased their art and would like to meet with you as soon as possible, they’ll meet you in the lobby, they’ll have a gallery lanyard on.”

Lucifer agreed and they ended the phone call with the specific details given to him. He gets dressed and has a grin on his face the entire time he is walking around his penthouse. To be able to talk to the person who painted in such a delicate light was a rare occurrence for him, so he let his excitement show through his steps and the smile on his face.

He pushed through the gallery doors and was greeted by a younger person than he expected wearing the gallery lanyard. They were a little nervous as they were rocking on their feet, paint-splattered jeans, a flannel, and a graphic t-shirt, the outfit they had on was cute, and his smile softened as he made his way to them.

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You were surprised when the gallery owner told you of someone purchasing your painting titled “The Mourning of Light”. It was a lot different than your other pieces and quite literally darker than your others so you weren’t expecting a lot of attention on it. After you get over your initial shock you call the gallery owner and ask if she can call up the owner of the painting so you can thank them in person.

Now here you are standing in your paint-spilled jeans and t-shirt as you fiddle with your lanyard when you look up, you hear the door opening and see a handsome man wearing a black tailored suit, you feel sheepish as you realize that you are way underdressed for this encounter.

“Hello there, love” the handsome man greets you, “are you the artist of the painting I bought?”

“Oh yes, I am,” you stick your hand out which the handsome man shook and you introduce yourself before you continue asking, “Would you like to go to the cafe’ nearby?”

“That sounds lovely and might I say you look quite lovely yourself, my name’s Lucifer,” the man introduces himself as well with a charming smile.

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You sit across from Lucifer Morningstar as you come to know him with a hot cup of beverage between you. Looking at the owner of your painting your curiosity gets the best of you as you blurted out, “So uhm, why did you buy that painting?”

Lucifer chuckled as he replied, “you touched a deep part of my soul, a part of me that I have not cared for a long time.” He leaned on the cafe table between you as he stared at you. You feel a shiver go down your back. “That painting reignited something in me, it made me feel like my namesake.”

“You do have an odd name, Mr. Morningstar,” you said after a beat of silence.

He smirks at you.

“Is your namesake the only thing you have in common with the Lightbringer?” you ask him.

The smirk disappears.

“I seem to have a lot more in common with him than I like to admit,” he mutters, a look you can only compare to gray storm clouds appearing in his eyes.

You frown, brows furrow as your voice is softer than before, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I do appreciate you buying my painting. That piece is one of my more cathartic pieces.”

Your admission seems to dissipate the storm from his face as he replies, “Cathartic? Do you relate to Satan, love?”

You lean back in your seat as you study the man before you as you think of your answer. A shaky breath leaves you as you respond, “He’s more than that to me whether he is real or just a fictional character born from want and need in a historical era filled with those sorts of characters…A man who sees his father and wants to be like him, better than him and questions his authority only to be stripped of everything that made him who he was and exiled, he makes for a compelling character. And someone that a lot of people can project to…in the right light.”

A flicker of an emotion you can’t quite place appears on Lucifer’s face, maybe it’s multiple at once as he just looks at you. It’s not an uncomfortable silence that falls between you, more of a subject waiting to be studied, a student waiting for their test results in front of their professor…All you could do was stare back before he broke the silence.

“You are an interesting little artist, aren’t you, love?”

“Thank you?” You tilt your head as you speak up.

He stands up and you follow suit, standing in front of him.

“Thank you for the little date, I wish to see you again, if you’d like that,” he says.

“Yeah I’d like that a lot, Mr. Morningstar.”

“Lucifer, love, just call me Lucifer,” he smiles at you.

That smile almost took your breath away as you replied, “Lucifer, I would like to see you again. Thank you again for purchasing my painting.”

“Being able to meet you, little artist, I’d like to do more than just talk about art,” he practically purrs that last part.

You eye him a bit before replying, “Mr….sorry Lucifer, I really hope we do have more conversations like this one before.”

You dig through your pockets before handing a business card to him, “I normally don’t show my face to my collectors but your name and the painting you bought caught my attention…if you want to talk more…or just want to commission me, you can contact me here and not through the museum.”

He hums as he palms the business card, grinning at you, “I would like that a lot, well until next time, love.”

After the pleasantries were exchanged you both parted ways, you returned back to your studio and he returned back to his place. An ache fills your heart, a longing pulls you as your thoughts are filled with the weirdly British man. You hope he calls as you walk to your newest painting, you pick up your paintbrush and dip it into your paint that miraculously stayed wet during your time away. You hope he calls as you fill your canvas with an ache that settles in your bones now. You paint with the light of his eyes and the warmth of his smile as your brush glides across the canvas.