#strom x lucifer

[with-love-from-hell]

Detach

Genre: hurt/comfort

Written for my Mc, Storm (her name and she/her pronouns used)

Cw: emotional abuse, gaslighting, poor body image, negative self-talk, swearing, eating disorder mention.

Wc: ~2k

A/N: Writing this self-indulgent fic with my Mc Storm bc I've had a shitty weekend with tons of reminders of stuff from my dad and wanted a write/read something about Lucifer providing comfort. If you enjoy Mc insert writings, cool then I hope you enjoy. If not, thats cool too. Just let me do my thing.

Strom sighs, poking at the food on her plate absent-mindedly as her father continues his endless ranting. He has been talking non-stop for the past half hour, reminding her of all the things he's supposedly done for her in her life. As he has done a million times before, he willfully misconstrues the events of her childhood to make her look like the villain and him like an amazing hero who was hated for no reason.

"-and don't you remember all of the times I gave you money for your schooling?" He scolds loudly, catching the attention of other restaurant patrons.

You mean the $100 you gave me once for text books during my freshman year or college? She sighs, resigning herself to a nod despite her fathers financial contribution to her life being minimal at best, despite his ever-growing wealth. Not even mentioning the fact that any money needed for a car repair or emergency hospital stay was held over her head like she was a burden- but oh, now he says he would go to the ends of the earth to give her anything she needs. Apparently she has remembered it all wrong all this time, based on how he depicts himself so generously.

Storm grits her teeth through the rest of dinner as the ranting only gets worse. There was a commentary on her appearance and how she needs to lose weight and "take better care of herself," as well as complaints of how she didn't call often enough for his tastes. He wasn't a bad father (according to him) after all, so why wouldn't she call?

The end of this stupid formality couldn't come soon enough. The only reason she kept in contact with the bastard was to remain in the will, hoping to finally gain access to her mothers former belongings after her dad's death. Frankly, he has been living much too long for her taste, despite smoking two packs per day and frequently drinking like a monster.

She felt tears prick the back of her eyes as she re-entered the portal back to the HOL- on that barbatos was kind enough to help her learn to manifest in order to maintain some life in the human world. As she approached the front doors, the tears began falling freely, her fathers words still reverberating through her head. A deep sense of guilt welled up in her chest. Perhaps she did remember all of those things wrong...maybe she was just being too sensitive...maybe the problem was she truly wasn't good enough for anyone- in every sense of the term.

She moved through the house silently, ignoring the brother's individual greetings as she passed them by. The behavior was very abnormal for her. Storm was always so genuinely kind, and would never hesitate to return a greeting, even in the most dour of moods. Mammon and Beelzebub were especially concerned, being as she was always mindful of giving them extra attention during their greetings. They followed her to her bedroom, but were shocked when she turned them away with some vague mention of being too tired to hang out and shutting the door in their faces.

Now they were really worried. They knew Storm tended to isolate when she was studying for an important exam, but she never completely shut them out before. They knew going to Lucifer would be their best bet- as no matter how stressed out she was, Storm always made time for the Eldest brother.

Though their admiration for eachother was worn transparently, Storm and Lucifer hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that they truly did want to be together. Whether the reason was the species difference, the issue of mortality, or just the fact that he was too prideful, Lucifer hadn't really made a move, despite Storm's shy advances, in addition to more than one genuine kiss shared between the two. Regardless, he offered a sense of support and stability for her- a safe person to lean on when things were bleak.

She had told him her woes on more than one occasion, particularly in relation to her dad. Lucifer encouraged her to sever ties on more than one occasion, figuring her mental health would be better for it. It wasn't until realizing the reason behind her continued relationship that he backed the suggestion off of her, but he always kept a close eye on her during times where she had to interact with him...and today was no exception.

As Mammon and Beel pounded on office door, Lucifer was already just finishing up his work. He figured Storm would be home soon, but was surprised to see she had come back a bit early from her birthday dinner with her father. Based on the expressions of the two demons when he opened the door, Lucifer expected the worst.

He immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried to her room in a brisk, yet polite pace. Upon trying the handle on her door and finding it locked, Lucifer knocked gently on the door. No response.

He grew more worried the longer he stood outside awaiting her answer to the door. He knocked again, trying desperately to maintain his calm. He leaned into the door to listen in, hearing the shower running from her bathroom. He sighed in relief, knowing that she often used the shower for stress relief. He sent a text to Storm, saying he would be entering her room, before unlocking the door with his master key and letting himself in.

Lucifer shut the door quietly behind him before making his way her bathroom door, which was left slightly ajar. He knocked on the frame, hearing the soft patters of water hitting tile as he nudged the door open slightly.

"Storm?" He called out, now hearing the soft sounds of crying coming from within. Upon entering, he was faced with Storm sitting against the wall of the shower, only half dressed in an oversized shirt gifted to her from Beel and her underwear.

Lucifer felt sympathy well within him at the sight of her curled into herself and crying. Her long, fiery hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her cheeks were puffy, red, and stained with tears. He approached, calling out once more to catch her attention. She winced as he called her name, clutching herself tighter and hiding her head away as Lucifer sat down next to her on the tile floor.

"Storm...what happened?" He cooed. He daped one of his large arms over her shoulder and squeezed gently. "What has he done this time?"

She chews on the inside of her cheek, debating how to respond. Storm decides not to say anything in response, only shrugs. It felt a bit uncomfortable telling Lucifer everything. Despite him having known her father was abusive, he didn't know many specific details- like the fact that his constant scrutiny of her appearance lead her to an eating disorder, for instance.

Lucifer nods, gently pulling Storm a small distance closer into his side. He delicately rubbed her shoulders as her crying ceases. He knew Storm to generally be pretty quiet, unless she was going on about a particular interest that she had especially adored. While he often did enjoy her silent company, this silence was more tense than relaxing. He thought for a moment of what he could say, but he obviously wasn't going to pry if she didn't want to talk about what happened.

As he was lot in thought, the sound of a low growl echoed through the bathroom. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, before turning his attention back to Storm. She appeared to not notice. Upon hearing the noise again, Lucifer deduced it was coming from her stomach.

"Storm, didn't you eat?" He leaned his head down, trying to look into her eyes. She looked away, wiping mucus and tears away from her face with her sleeve. "I thought you went out to dinner with him?"

Storm's body stiffens as she tries to hold back more tears, the comments on her weight and the food she had ordered at the restaurant by her father circling to the forefront of her mind. Her lips tremble as she tries to hold back tears, only pointing in the direction of her sachel that was dropped on the floor a few feet away.

Lucifer hooks the bag with his foot and drags it closer. Upon looking inside, he saw a take out box that was filled to the brim with what he assumed to be her dinner. His heart sank upon realizing Storm hadn't eaten at all, and suspicions run through his head as to why.

But he shakes them away, setting the Styrofoam clamshell on the floor and returning his focus to Storm. "Why didn't you eat? You must be hungry- after all you did skip breakfast today- and lunch- despite my protests."

Storm shakes her head, feeling tears slither down her cheeks once more. "Don't...don't you think I need to refrain from eating so much though?"

Lucifer was taken aback by her comment. "What? Why would I think such a thing?"

She shrugs, hugging herself by the waist. She was painfully aware of how her belly looked in this position, and tried her best to hide it from him. "I dunno. It seems like I just weigh too much. Thats all."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. "I'm not sure i quite understand what you mean."

She glances up at him, eyes still glossy from tears. "Well...I mean...if I'm too overweight, that's bad."

Lucifer sighs, becoming frustrated with Storms vague speech. He collects himself first before poking further into the meaning behind her words. "Why would that be bad?"

She chews her lip for a moment, before replying in a mousey tone. "Well...I'm not going to be attractive enough, and you know...im 26, and he's really been hounding me about marriage and grandchildren, and-"

Lucifer hushes her, his voice holding a tone of disbelief as he finally understands what she is saying. "Your father wants you to starve yourself so you can find a mate??"

She nods sheepishly. "Yeah...A good one at least."

Lucifer sighs, effortlessly pulling Storm into his lap. She squeaks in surprise, but shockingly doesn't fight it. Usually when Lucifer tries to urge her closer, she anxiously backs away...so this is a newer change of pace.

He brushes a strand of hair back from her eyes, staring deeply into her hypnotic icey-blue irises. "Storm...you do not need to do such things to your body to get someone to find you attractive."

She tries to turn her head away, but he catches it in his palm, gently guiding her gaze back up to his. "You're beautiful the way you are, both inside and out. Just because some foolish human can't see that doesn't mean you're unworthy of love."

She looks away from his eyes for a moment. "But even the men I've dated in the past have said similar things."

Lucifer scoffs. "Are you suggesting those idiots really knew what it means to observe something beautiful? Frankly, it sounds like they took that piece of you forgranted. Some humans are completely void of intelligence it would seem."

Storm furrows her brow and meets his gaze once more. Lucifer feels his heart flutter in his chest, his pride urging him not to express how he truly feels, but his love for the Human woman held so delicately in his arms overpowered his sin.

"You are beautiful, Storm." He whispers, leaning in closer to her face so that their foreheads nearly touch. "I...I think you're the most beautiful specimen I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

She blushes, turning her head away. Lucifer chuckles, hooking his finger underneath her jawline and turning her head back toward him.

"I'm not sure why I haven't told you before, but I suppose late is better than never, hmm?" He smiles warmly, closing the small gap between. Lucifer places a kiss gently on her lips, savoring their softness for. Moment before pulling away.

Storm blinks her eyes back open, and the two stare at each other for a moment. Storm's heart beat so fast it felt as if it may burst, and Lucifers seemed to stop, as if anticipating Storm's next move.

After a long moment of silence, Lucifer lifted Storm and carried her back to her bedroom. "What do you say we go out to a better dinner- as a date. Would that take your mind off of things?"

Storm gave a weak, but genuine smile at the prospect of going to dinner with the man she adored in a not-so-secret manner. He smiled back, feeling his heart flutter once more. He would do everything in his power to help her forget that old fool- even for just a few hours. Maybe someday he'd give the bastard a piece of his mind, but for now all his focus would be on making sure Storm felt special, as she deserved.

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God writing this already makes me feel so much better. I hope you enjoy it but again this was mostly for me, haha.