#tom ellis!lucifer morningstar

[sunflowerheartsandstarryskies]

Lovebug - Lucifer Morningstar x afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you to both of the anons that made this lovely request. I know nothing of pregnancy so I did some research, so if anything’s wrong sorry about that. This is my first time writing a pregnant reader as well. It is good to be back.

Request: Yes. Two Anons requested very similar scenarios so I combined the two here.

Summary: Reader is pregnant and was alone due to her ex-husband abandoning her when she was around 3 months gone. Lucifer asked what her desires were and is shocked when she said that she wants him to be her baby daddy

Wordcount: ~2.4k

Warnings: abandonment (from reader’s partner), brief mentions of divorce, the reader has she/her pronouns, reader’s afab, pregnancy

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“C’mon lovebug you gotta be good for me today,” you whispered to your bump. 

You were three months pregnant and three months free. Freedom wasn’t what you thought it would be like when you were a kid. Divorced and pregnant by your former husband you were scraping by as best you could, but you were happy. You still had your apartment and you knew you had your job at LUX. 

Battling morning sickness and day-to-day nausea were now almost everyday occurrences for you, but after everything your husband had done to you in that marriage giving you the gift of a child forming in you made you feel brave. Brave to be free and continue on in life, you were just a little unsure of where to go with this freedom, but you have time to figure that out. 

Deep breaths in, and there we go. You can do this now just out the door and have a nice day out, you pep talked yourself out the door.

You breathed in the fresh air and kept your head up as you walked on the sidewalk. You wanted to figure out your job situation first, so it was best you headed to LUX, hoping your boss Lucifer Morningstar was there and also hoping your lovebug would quit hopping around in your stomach for a couple of hours.

You managed to walk to LUX briskly and safely as it was only a couple of blocks away from you. As you entered the building it was only hitting five pm so you are hoping that it wouldn’t be overwhelming for you.  As you surveyed the area you were relieved to find that the regular stench of alcohol wasn’t very potent and people were only just arriving at the club. You still had your employee badge to get inside the building quickly and spotted Maze working at the bar so you made swift work on getting over to her.

Maze was one of your favorite coworkers and she knew all about what was going on with your relationship and the divorce of your ex-husband as well as your pregnancy. She was the best friend you could hope for during that rough adjustment period. When Maze spotted you walking over to her as she was getting the bar prepped she beamed at you and jumped over the bar to hug you tightly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Maze exclaimed laughing at the end.

She was looking you up and down when she asked, “are you doing okay? How is the little parasite doing?”

You laughed at her nickname for the baby and said, “I’m alright, the little bug was calm enough today that I felt like I could come here today.”

“Yeah? How come? Do you need money? Because you know I don’t think boss would be that opposed to giving you paid maternity leave,” Maze stated.

“Yeah I do that’s why I was hoping to talk to him if he’s here,” you said.

“He’s here, he’s up in his penthouse, y’know how he is when it comes to him appearing at the night scene in LUX,” Maze replied leading you to the elevator in the back that takes you up to the apartment.

“Yeah Lucifer was always one for dramatic entrances in his own club,” you said as you both laugh at your boss’s dramatic nature.

You and Maze entered Lucifer’s penthouse and were at a loss for words about how it looked. It definitely looked like a playboy’s apartment and you were becoming more and more unsure of yourself as you stepped foot in the suite, but Maze either sensing your unease called out for Lucifer. He popped his head out of the bedroom and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw the two of you. Maze parted with a goodbye to him and a hug for you.

“What brings you here, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“I just wanted to talk about something that’s come up recently in my life, as you know I have been taking some days off for being sick and my divorce being finalized. I found out I was pregnant recently,” you stammered out. You felt quite nervous with each admission even if it was just the beginning of your confessions.

“Oh, congratulations if that’s what you want to hear, I presume,” Lucifer said with a more genuine smile appearing on his face than his signature smirk.

“Thank you, yeah I’ve thought of them as my little lovebug,” you replied.

“How cute?” He questioned with a tilt of his head as he looks at your barely there bump starting to form.

“Did you want to maternity leave while you take care of yourself and your kid? It will be paid of course,” Lucifer said gently.

“That would be amazing Lucifer,” you said.

His first name always felt heavy on your tongue when addressing him that even after two years of working at LUX. You hesitated with leaving right away now that you got that question answered and as if he could sense your hesitancy he takes a step towards you so you could look at him as he speaks.

“What is it you desire, darling?” he asked.

“For someone to help take care of me and my baby. I’m scared of doing this alone,” you admitted before you could stop yourself.

You felt horrified at your own confession and just stared at Lucifer for a second before taking a step back, but before you could go any further you felt Lucifer take your hand gently.

“Love? Could you look at me?” Lucifer asked gently and felt relieved when you did.

“Do you - do you want me to help you with your pregnancy?”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed and you nodded your head guilty at being found out. 

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll be honest I might be a bit more confused and shocked than you are when it comes to all this parenting stuff but I am willing to help you with whatever you need. You are frankly a wonderful employee here as well as an amazing friend and confidante with not just me but with Maze as well. I’d love nothing more to help you even if it’s just to be baby daddy love,” he finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows and signature smirk.

The end of his speech caused your eyes to wet and you gave a soft laugh as you wiped your eyes before tears spilled.

“Thank you Lucifer, that’s very kind of you, but you don’t have to do anything,” you said.

“Oh I want to darling, and besides I think everyone in LUX knows you’re my favorite employee anyway,” he said with a grin.

“What? You’re ridiculous,” you replied.

“That’s no way to talk to your soon-to-be baby daddy,” he playfully scolded you.

You waved him away as he moved closer to you.

“I’m happy to take care of you, you know? I just didn’t expect that’s what you want, love,” he said softly.

“I didn’t expect to confess to that either, I was scared, and am still scared of being alone throughout this pregnancy,” you confessed.

You looked up at Lucifer and noticed a soft look appear in his eyes, the lifted eyebrows and pouty lips gave him away. You almost let the thought sink in of him, sincerely caring for you, in more than just a platonic sort of way. The thought of Lucifer being romantic towards you, made you feel flustered and quickly shook your head and quickly blamed those thoughts on your hormones.

As you said your goodbyes, you were left feeling hopeful and happy about the outcome of your meeting with your boss. It feels like the start of an extremely cheesy romance novel. God, you really need to control these thoughts of yours, you shook your head again.

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Months passed and throughout your pregnancy Lucifer had been a gentlemen throughout. One instance that you think back constantly was when Lucifer had taken you to one of your appointments. He was very gentle with you, leading you through doors and making sure you sit down because at this stage you were constantly sore and Lucifer must’ve figured that out. At the appointment the doctor had even complimented your relationship.

“Y’know, my partner wasn’t nearly as attentive as your husband is when I was pregnant. You must feel very lucky,” your doctor complimented.

You were thrown back at the compliment and this was the first time that it really hit you how much of a couple the two of you must’ve seen from an outside perspective. However, before you can even say something about it Lucifer beat you to it.

“I’m the lucky one, because she picked me to stay by her side throughout the whole thing. She truly is a lovely person and a wonderful partner,” Lucifer said almost too sweetly.

You almost considered it insincere but later at your house, you realized just how doting he could be to your and your baby by the small, quiet looks he gives you when you’re not looking. That scary singular thought occurred to you because of how your last partner just left you, but seeing how comfortable and loving Lucifer has become around you, you became hopeful at the prospect of Lucifer loving you back.

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Those kind thoughts, the excitement of Lucifer seeing your little lovebug coming and the new nursery that Lucifer gifted you with got you through your pregnancy and through the actual deliver. For when it came and you went you were in love with your little lovebug bundled in your arms and Lucifer being with you throughout the whole birth which although stressed out and screaming during you were very grateful towards him afterwards. Although he just hushed you and kissed your forehead when you tried to speak them out.

He was always stroking a hand, arm, or leg to make sure that you were comfortable throughout your stay in the hospital and you thought you would just cry at the kind gestures which you think you did multiple times.

As you came back to your house for the first time since your delivery with your lovebug in your arms as you enter you felt a wave of relief as you got your baby to sleep. You slouched onto the couch as you turned the baby monitor on, you see Lucifer come over with a mug of ginger tea being handed to you. It smelled divine to you as you gave your thanks to him.

“Thank you so much for everything this whole year,” you said.

“Oh it was an absolute pleasure, love. I quite enjoyed spending time with you,” Lucifer replied.

You hummed back at him as you sat back in a comfortable silence sipping your tea. A feeling of familiarity and warmth came over as you sat next to him. You wanted to voice how you felt but it got caught in your throat everytime you went to speak so you decided against the idea and went back to sipping your tea.

Lucifer sensing something was off took the mug from your hands seeing you finished it and turned you towards him. 

With a soft smile he asked, “Is there something you want to say, love? It looks like you are far away from me.”

“I don’t know, Lucifer,” you shrugged hoping that he’ll let it go, but he stays persistent.

“Oh come on now, don’t make me use my interrogation trick on you,” he whispers with a smirk on his face.

“I-I’m just scared, I guess” you half-lied.

“Scared?”

“Yeah, I guess I became comfortable with you always around and how safe you’ve made me feel throughout the whole pregancy and now that my little lovebug is here. I’m just scared on how I will be on my own now. If I’m gonna be a good enough parent, things like that,” you confessed now twisting your fingers on your lap not looking at him anymore.

There was a couple of seconds with just silence as you heard Lucifer move but didn’t want to look up as you stared at your lap. Than you saw him in your peripheral get closer and felt two hands gently frame your face urging to look up, so you did. You saw Lucifer’s face with such a look of love and adoration you practically melted in his hands, it was also patient as he gives you a bright smile

“Now what on Earth made you think you would be on your own now? I’m not just gonna disappear now that the little bug has shown up. If you want me next to you for a while more, I’d like that. I don’t know if you know darling but I’m quite fond of you and the little parasite.”  

“You are?” 

“Oh darling, I hope this doesn’t come to haunt but stop me if I misread this,” he said as he moves even closer than before and leaning down.

Your breath hitched and eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crowd around you and he pressed his lips softly on yours. So softly that you thought it wasn’t happening at all until he nipped your lip and pulled a gasp from you. You finally moved your hands from your lap and grabbed his shirt to pull him as close as two bodies can get. He gently caressed your head as his other hand landed on your waist. The kiss was becoming multiple as he laid you down carefully on the couch as he continued to kiss you.

You finally had to pry away for a breath as you looked up at him, as he framed you, you gently caressed his face and watched as he gave you another bright smile and kissed your wrist. The smile turning into a smirk as he felt your pulse stutter at the contact. 

“In case it wasn’t clear,” he whispers leaning down so your foreheads are touching, “I love you sincerely and wholly. I want to be in your and your baby’s lives more permanently than some caretaker if you let me.”

“Oh Lucifer, I love you too, I would love for you to be a part of me and my lovebug’s life,” you said leaning up to seal the confession with a loving kiss.

[zanephillips]

TOM ELLIS Lucifer 6.09 "Goodbye, Lucifer"

[gleafer]

Oh MER GERD!

THE DRAMAAAAAA!

Aziraphale and Crowley’s attempt at a peaceful date is blowing up in their faces like Jiffy Pop in a microwave!

Mr. Brown is macking and Lucifer’s lips are attackin’!

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Lucifer 2.11 | Stewardess Interruptus

[kwistowee]

TOM ELLIS as LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR ➥ LUCIFER 1.01

[grammatically-incoherent]

lucifer - one deckerstar scene per episode [pilot, 1x01]

[alilgayblog]

TOM ELLIS

Lucifer (s4e06)

[s4mwinchest3r]

I forget how much I'm attracted to men and then I just see Tom Ellis and I start foaming in the mouth not literally but my jaw is dropped and I'm jumping for no reason laughing like a psychopath

[janiehellion]

Fallen From Grace

ONESHOT

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Caught between a loveless marriage and a past you can't forget, you return to LA, the City of Angels. As old flames rekindle, you're faced with the consequences of your choices. Would you still make a decision that could destroy everything you've built over the years to experience the emotions you've longed for? “For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.” (Romans 7:19)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM!READER

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: SMUT / HURT / FLUFF / ANGST

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.277

MASTERLIST

With your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket, your face buried in a thin scarf, and the warmth of your breath that was soaking into it, it was making you shiver, and your thoughts were thrown back to the ritual of smoking a cigarette. The need to smoke bit into you; thinking of lighting one was still addictive and punishing at the same time. It had been years since you quit smoking, right before you got married to your husband, because he had always hated the smell. Still, your husband was behind you and always had your back regarding your decision to turn your life around, and he became a shoulder to lean on in the change from a reckless young adult into a now responsible and mature woman.

But lately, this routine that you once liked so much seemed to turn into a cage with no way out. The fights with your husband had become more frequent, and his constant work stress added more to the high tension between the two of you. You both were too tired to talk openly to each other anymore and with the same empathy that used to exist. Last night was pretty much no different. A silent dinner, a few short words exchanged between the two of you, and some annoyed glances at each other, until he then got up and went to his laptop in the living room, while you went to the bedroom to read one of your books.

It was days like this, where you felt overwhelmed by your life, that your mind began to wander back to him, to Lucifer Morningstar. You had left Los Angeles almost ten years ago to chase your dreams, leaving him and everything else behind after you came to the realization that it felt more like a simple friendship to you, which had scared you more than it should have. Although you had kept in touch by texting each other every now and then, you hadn't talked to or seen each other in years.

The sun was now setting as you got into your car, and you knew that the decision to visit the City of Angels once again came from some deep, restless part inside of you, and you convinced yourself it wouldn't be a mistake before sliding off your wedding ring and letting it fall into one of your pockets.

Suddenly, a message from your husband appeared on your phone. Apparently, he won’t be home for dinner tonight. He was staying out late with a colleague. Relief washed over you as you replied with an excuse about having decided that you were going out with your best friends anyway before you set the car in motion and headed towards Los Angeles.

A few hours later, you saw the familiar evening lights of what you once called home. You aimed for the LUX, the spot that Lucifer owned. Soon enough, your eyes scanned the room, looking for the one person you hoped to see as you exchanged a few words with familiar faces, but your mind was solely focused on Lucifer.

And there he was. The presence of him hit you hard—the lights, the music... It was overwhelming, and you quickly made your way to the bar, where you sat down. The face beside you? Familiar. She hadn't changed a bit, still looking fierce and gorgeous.

Maze immediately looked at you, recognizing you quickly. "There's no way... is it? Is it really you?"

"Hello, Maze," you said, nodding in her direction and smiling at her.

"It’s been a while! Ten years?"

"Close enough."

She whistled. "Lucifer’s going to freak out when he sees you; you know that, right?"

You smiled again, taking a sip of the drink that she handed you. "Where is he now?"

"I don't know. Probably around somewhere and probably smoking."

Your heart raced as you tried to control your excitement and nervousness. You sipped your drink further, trying your hardest to distract yourself. Then the door opened, and you felt that familiar presence. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you, making you grip your glass tighter.

"Now, look who’s graced us with his divine presence," Maze announced almost sarcastically.

You turned around, and there he was—Lucifer Morningstar. His eyes met yours with shock before he tried to hide it like usual. He wore his trademark suit, the one that always made him look like he owned the world.

"What in the world are you doing here?"

"Hello, Lucifer. Have you lost your manners in the last decade?"

"I just didn’t expect you."

"You didn’t have to. I just stopped by."

Lucifer only grunted and sat down next to you for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. He took a whiskey Maze handed him and sipped it, his silence speaking volumes.

"I just needed to get away, you know," you started, but trailed off, knowing he would see right through you.

"Finish your drink. I don’t want to talk here."

You nodded, finishing your drink quickly. Lucifer was tapping the counter impatiently, and Maze gave you a knowing look as you left. "Good luck, babe," she mouthed, winking at you.

You followed Lucifer into the elevator and then to the parking lot. Right now, his attitude annoyed you, since he used to be so different with you back then, and as soon as you were outside, he stopped and turned around to you.

"Where's your car? I will hold the door open for you."

"What? Excuse me, please? What did you just say?"

He only smirked slightly instead of answering you as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. So you approached him slowly, placing a hand on his arm and feeling his muscles through his suit.

"I just thought you might want to see me again," you said softly, looking down to the ground.

"Do you think I’m not happy to see you?"

"The way you’re reacting right now, wanting me to get into my car and leave? No, not exactly."

"I just didn’t expect to see you again in LA. You simply surprised me."

You continued holding his arm, squeezing it a bit. "I simply missed you. Is it that wrong?"

"Your fault," he mumbled, finally lighting a cigarette. He took a drag and offered it to you. "Want one?"

"No, I quit years ago, don't you remember?"

He raised an eyebrow. "And do you still always do what your boyfriend wants? Do you follow his rules? Do you obey him?"

"Don’t be an asshole, Lucifer. It’s just complicated, okay?"

He handed you the cigarette anyway, and with a sigh, you took a drag. He leaned against your car, looking out over the city. The lights of Los Angeles twinkled like a thousand little stars.

"You’ve changed," he said after a minute, watching you from the corner of his eyes.

"I never changed. I grew only up."

"No, you’ve changed."

"I’m still me, just... older."

You stood in silence. Lucifer had always been a man of few words around you, but he said so much merely by being there.

"Why didn’t he come with you?" he suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"He’s busy, working on a case."

"How did you end up with a lawyer, I wonder?"

"If you knew him, you’d understand. He’s dedicated, passionate, even."

"He took you away."

"I know. And that wasn’t my intention."

"Aren’t you here to find yourself again?" Lucifer asked, looking at you for a moment.

"No…"

"Then why? Tell me."

"I'm here because of you, Lucifer. I needed to talk. To feel at home again."

"You can't just show up out of nowhere and expect everything to be the same as it was before."

"I did it without thinking."

"You, who plans everything down to the last detail, doing something spontaneous?"

"I just wanted to see my best friend again."

But Lucifer was right, and you knew it. It was strange to be back in Los Angeles without having really thought about it or thought of any consequences. But the feeling you had in your soul blurred every logical thought.

He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you toward his car.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" You asked, but didn't fight him.

"It's a surprise. Just wait and see."

"A surprise? What's the plan?"

"Be quiet and sit tight." Lucifer grinned as he started the car.

After the silent ride in the car, you reached the outskirts of a familiar area, where he soon led you through a wrought-iron gate to a small, charming house with a great view of a lake. The very first things that caught your eye were a marble kitchenette and a leather sofa facing a TV that was mounted on the wall, but most especially so, the floor-to-ceiling window leading out to a terrace and the lake that looked nearly as big as the house itself.

"Is this a new place of yours?" you asked him.

"Yes, indeed, it is," Lucifer confirmed with pride. "But that is not the actual surprise. Follow me." He guided you out onto the terrace. "It's a little dark already, but can you recognize the view? Do you remember it?"

You furrowed your brow, following his gaze, and gasped as you finally realized and remembered. "Is this the place that I think it is?"

"Yes, the very spot where we spent that beautiful evening," Lucifer confirmed. "I simply thought you might appreciate the nostalgia and that I bought this place in the end."

"But how did you manage to rebuild all this?" you asked, quite overwhelmed.

"Hard work and a bit of devilish charm," he teased, turning to face you and smirking at your reaction.

You remembered that night clearly—with just Lucifer and yourself—when you were talking about your dreams and your future under the starry sky.

"This is incredible! I'm so happy for you, Lucifer," you admitted, though tears were forming in your eyes.

"You're happy for me because I bought this place?" Lucifer's eyes softened, searching for yours while he asked. "Then why do I think there's more to it than that? More than simple happiness?"

You turned away from him, blinking back tears. "Forget about it. I'm sorry; I didn't want to ruin your surprise."

Lucifer closed the distance between you quickly; his face was serious but still calm and composed. "Will you tell me why you really left back then? I don't really believe that your boyfriend could hold that much power to rip you away from everything that was so loved by you."

"You know exactly why I left," you finally said, looking at him again.

"Sure... Of course, I do. Because I always do." Lucifer answered with disappointment in his voice.

You nodded slowly, biting down on your lower lip, unsure how to proceed. "I think that I probably should go home," you whispered, the guilt creeping in, just wanting to drive back home to your apartment and forget about everything.

But Lucifer clenched his fists. "Perhaps you should, yes," he agreed reluctantly, taking a step closer to you. "But not before this," he mumbled, closing the distance between your lips.

Lucifer crashed his lips onto yours, pushing you back against the patio door. There was no denying at this point—this was so much more than just a friendly reunion. It was bringing back to life a love where the flame had never actually gone out.

He broke away slightly as he led you back into the house, his hands removing your jacket, and soon enough Lucifer loomed over you inside his bedroom, his eyes searching yours for permission and reassurance. You nodded, and he kissed you again—deeply and almost desperately.

His hands were touching your body as his lips nuzzled kisses down your neck, and you could feel your body arch into him, begging for more, which was enough for the two of you to quickly get rid of each other's clothes.

"I can't wait any longer," Lucifer confessed, his eyes locked with yours.

You met his gaze, your heart racing as you nodded, and he smiled, slowly guiding you onto the bed. His touch was almost soft as he positioned you beneath him.

For a moment, Lucifer looked at you, mumbling, "You are more beautiful than ever."

You blushed, goosebumps creeping onto your skin as his fingertips brushed along your collarbone and slowly down your arm until he kissed the inside of your wrist delicately.

"You're exquisite," he said softly before his lips traveled up your arm again, across your shoulder, and onto the curve of your neck.

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, before his lips finally kissed your own. His mouth moved slowly against yours, listening to each sigh that came out of your mouth. You reached for his arms, bringing his hands to your tits, where his fingers gently squeezed them, his thumbs lightly stroking your sensitive nipples and feeling them harden.

Once done, Lucifer's hands went down to your waist, pulling you up to straddle him. He slowly lowered you down onto his cock and pushed himself into you. His eyes didn't leave yours as he moved in very slowly, filling you up completely.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his hands holding your hips tightly. "I've wanted this for so long."

You began moving, your body slowly going up and down as you leaned forward just a little bit with your hands on his shoulders for balance as you were riding him, and Lucifer's hands slid up your back until he pulled you close, burying his face in your neck.

"You're so perfect," he murmured. "Every part of you is."

You shivered at his words and moaned softly as his hands now moved down to your stomach from your breasts, then back to your thighs, and though the moments were stretching on, Lucifer's thrusts were still gentle instead of fast and rough.

"You're simply amazing," he whispered in your ear. "I want to make you feel everything."

His words only heightened your lust, and you rode him even more eagerly until both of you were breathless, wanting more.

But Lucifer's eyes stayed on your face. "I wish this would last forever," he whispered.

You moaned again and closed your eyes, your body quickening in time with his upward thrusts as you both felt your approaching orgasm.

His thrusts grew urgent, his hands gripping you a little bit harder to guide you through the final moments before you came, and Lucifer's body shuddered against yours.

As soon as your orgasms began to subside, Lucifer's thrusts did likewise. He embraced you tightly, stroking your back, and kissed your forehead softly. "I have missed you more than you know."

You clung to him, your racing heart only now starting to slow down. "I've missed you too," you whispered, your voice shaking, before tensing up as a certain thought inside your head started to form itself, your eyes narrowing.

"Protection! I... I didn't think of—" You started, but your words seemed to be stuck in your throat. "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I should have been more careful!"

"Don't worry about it right now, my dear. Focus only on us. and this moment," he simply answered without any care, but you ignored his words, and just then your eyes fell on something that lay on the ground beside your clothes; his eyes followed in the same direction—your wedding ring, which you had left carelessly in one of your pockets. His eyes went from that ring to you, and only then did he realize what was actually on your mind.

"Wait, wait, wait," he whispered quietly, furrowing his brow as he pushed you off, got up, and picked up the ring slowly from the floor. "You... you're married to him? What? You're actually still with him? Are you kidding me?"

Your face went pale, and you couldn't deny the truth, nor was there any reason to try to lie to him. "Yes, I am, but—"

"But what!" He cut you off. "Is this some kind of devil's bargain? Did you come here to light up an old flame, all the while you're still wearing another man's ring? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"

"No, no! Listen, Lucifer! Listen to me! I didn't come here to hurt you," you tried to explain, your voice breaking. "I came because I missed you and—"

"Missed me?" He laughed out loud and shook his head. "You come back into my life, get me all worked up, and then this? Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I must be quite the fool for thinking that you actually came back for me after ten years. How foolish I am, indeed."

"Listen! You don't understand! Just calm down and listen to me, please!" you pleaded, your face now red with tears that started to roll down your cheeks. "I never meant for this to happen! You know that! It just happened!"

"Never meant for it to happen?" Lucifer scoffed, anger suddenly giving way to a mocking laugh. "Oh, please, my dear. You do think this is some kind of joke, don't you? Did you come back just to test my patience?"

He turned away from you—his hurt was obvious as he threw your wedding ring across his bedroom. "How very amusing," he said bitterly. "A married woman who seeks out the Devil."

You reached out to him, your voice desperate, but he didn't let you touch him anymore. "Please, Lucifer, don't be like this. I never wanted to hurt you, I promise!"

He turned toward you again. "Don't be like this, you say? What did you expect? Should I just take this as some cruel joke of, what, fate? You think I should simply forgive and forget just because you come at me with a few tears and your excuses?

He had picked up a cigarette from the package lying on the side table of the bed and grabbed a lighter. "Here's a solution for you," he said, lighting the cigarette. "Why don't you go back home to your husband? I'm sure he's just waiting for you to come crawling back into his arms, so you can do what he wants some more."

You winced at the mockery and sarcastic tone in his voice. "Lucifer, please don't—"

"Don't what?" he interrupted you again. "What is it, huh? Don't you want me to remind you of the mistake you've just made? Don't make you face the reality of your actions? Of our... situation?"

He took another drag from the cigarette. "How amusing," he said bitterly. "I've spent most of my time in Hell, and with you, I finally got a taste of Heaven again, only to have it taken away from me in an instant..."

He flicked the cigarette into an ashtray, letting it go out by itself as it continued to burn down. "I'm supposed to be the Devil," he said, his lips now showing a rather sad and hurt smile. "But right now, I feel like I am the biggest fool in all of creation there ever was..."

The silence fell between you, and there, in his eyes, was only hurt, pain, and pure anger.

"I'm so sorry for everything, Lucifer. I never wanted to hurt you, really! Just believe me! Please!" You pleaded and begged.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, his anger now replaced by sadness, especially given the look on his face. "So, now what?" he asked. "What do you think happens to us after all this?"

"I don't know," you said, your voice trembling as you took a deep breath. "I wish things could be different, but they aren't. Believe me, I know this was wrong. I was wrong."

Lucifer took a deep breath as well to try to relax himself and calm down. "Well, wishing won't do anything, nor will prayers," he said, getting to his feet. "And if you want me to be completely honest, then I think you should leave."

You realized you were feeling regret—this was the end of what could have been all along, what could've been all those years ago. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer," you said again, through the tears that were now streaming down your face. "I wish there was a way..."

He smiled at you sadly and shrugged, handing you your clothes. "Here's to the past," he said bitterly. "May it stay there."

You took them from him, brushing your fingers across his while doing so, and began dressing quickly. "Goodbye, Lucifer," you said softly, your voice cracking again.

"Goodbye," he replied as his eyes watched you walk towards the door and into the living room. The taxi was called quickly, and you turned to go out of the front door, but you stopped for a second, turning around to the bedroom door again that he was about to close. "Go on and don't keep the taxi driver waiting."

After he closed the door, you quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note, tears falling onto the paper and smudging the ink. You left it on the coffee table and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind you. The street was already dark, with only a few lights on each side of the road, and you quickened your pace to the main road. After a few minutes, you could finally see the approaching lights of a taxi.

The taxi driver soon enough returned you to your car, which was still parked in the LUX. Once inside your car, you glanced at the time, which was approaching midnight, and then you noticed the three messages from your husband and some missed calls from him that you quickly opened nervously.

9:42 PM: "Where are you? I'm back, and you're not here."

10:39 PM: "When are you coming back? Why don’t you answer? I’m worried."

11:16 PM: "I called your friends, but they said you weren't even with them tonight. What's going on? Please call me!"

Tears silently rolled down your face again as guilt consumed you. How had things gone so wrong? Your life had been perfect—or so you thought all the time. You’d spent the last ten years forgetting about your feelings for Lucifer, pushing them aside, and now, in one evening, you’d destroyed everything.

With trembling fingers, you tried calling your husband, but there was no answer. The worst part of this whole mess wasn’t just that you’d probably destroyed your life, but how little you’d considered the consequences of your actions with Lucifer in the first place. If karma were real, you thought, you’d crash while driving back home. But two hours later, you found yourself standing in the parking lot of your apartment again.

Entering it quietly and closing the door behind you, you saw your husband asleep on the big couch in your living room, his mobile phone still next to him. With one hand, you covered your mouth to stifle a sob, not wanting to wake him up, and you paused, uncertain of what to do, then slowly removed your jacket, throwing it over a chair, and decided to lay down beside him.

You couldn't help but remember how you both had always been a great team, at least at the start of your relationship back then, facing the darkest moments and hours together and supporting each other through thick and thin. He’d always been there for you; maybe he's been too distant at times, but he's been there nonetheless.

And now your endless thoughts about your mistake kept you awake until exhaustion finally took over. Later, when you woke up, your husband was gone. You hoped it had all been a bad nightmare, but the note on the table proved otherwise:

"When I get back from work, you tell me what the hell happened! And don’t even try to call me today! We'll sit down and talk in person."

You stared at the note, rereading it several times before crumpling it and throwing it on the floor in frustration. You grabbed your coat and left, not even bothering to look in the mirror. At the pharmacy, you were quick, buying what you needed before heading back home. Once sitting down on the couch, staring at the morning-after pill on the table, you knew you should take it right away, but something inside you held you back.

Your eyes kept wandering around, seeking distraction, but just as you were about to scream, the doorbell rang, making you jump. You tried to calm yourself before opening the door, but it wasn’t your husband who you thought might have left his keys behind. Standing there was Lucifer, who decided to step inside your apartment without even waiting for an invitation.

"What in the world are you doing here?" you asked, staring at him while closing the front door.

Lucifer pulled a crumpled note from his pocket—the note you had left for him. "Why do I have to read such nonsense?"

He held up the note before reading it out loud.

"Lucifer, the heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? I wish I could."

"Lucifer," you began, but he cut you off.

"Well, isn’t this poetic? The Book of Jeremiah—17:9 to be exact!" His voice sounded neutral, but you could see the fire in his eyes. "I guess the Devil isn’t the only one who’s capable of deceit, isn't he? How charming that you choose to repent now, but I’m afraid it won’t absolve you of the choices you made, my dear... I do admire your attempt at biblical drama! Quite charming, isn't it?"

Your hands were now sweaty, and your heart pounded so fast that you thought it was going to explode. "Lucifer, please..." You managed to whisper, but he shook his head.

"I suppose that’s the true nature of humans, isn’t it? Always seeking redemption when it suits them." His voice relaxed slightly, but the intensity behind it remained, and only then did he grab something from his pocket again. It was your wedding ring. "I’m not a priest, my dear. You know exactly who I am, and I won’t be so easily fooled by your attempts at repentance. I'd say that you owe me more than that."

You had barely started to open your mouth when the sound of keys at the door made you turn around in shock. You looked over just in time to see your husband standing there, his face full of anger and surprise at the same time.

"What the hell is that man doing here?" he asked, staring at you.

"Listen! It's not what you think," you started, but your voice cracked, unable to find the right words to even explain yourself.

Meanwhile, Lucifer gave him an almost bored look and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ah, the husband has finally arrived! How very delightful," he said. "I'm Lucifer, and you must've forgotten about me, I see!"

Your husband glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting to be welcomed with open arms by the man of the hour. But then again, I've never been one to shy away from a bit of chaos."

You took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on the situation. "Listen, we need to talk..."

But your husband's eyes were still on Lucifer, looking him up and down. "About what? How obviously you have been cheating on me?"

You winced at the accusation, but Lucifer merely laughed. "Cheating? Now, that's a rather strong word. I prefer to think of it as rekindling old flames."

Your husband's hands clenched into fists, and he let out a scoff. "You! You have no right to be here. Leave. Now."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and for a slight moment, he revealed what really lay beneath. "How quaint! I assure you, I'm only a catalyst. Or, let's just say, the devil's advocate, if you will."

Your husband took a step back, his face turning pale for a second. "What the fuck are you trying to pull here, huh?"

Lucifer stepped closer to him, his smile turning into a grin as he pointed to the pill on the table in the living room, which he had noticed all along. "That little token of affection over there might reveal more with its symbolism than you may realize."

The eyes of your husband went to the pill on the table and then back to Lucifer. "What... what do you mean? What the hell are you even talking about?"

Lucifer's smile widened as he leaned forward. "Why don't you take a guess? Or maybe you would prefer to leave it to your imagination?"

"My imagination? You're obviously fucking my wife, and now you are standing here like you have some right to her? As if you own her?"

Lucifer let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, I suppose you could say I am more of an old flame to your dear wife. But let's not get down to the boring details."

Suddenly, your husband stepped forward, his anger overflowing. "Get out of my house. Now!"

"Oh, such a fiery temper. Are you sure you're not harboring a bit of Hellfire yourself?" Lucifer said sarcastically and threw his hands dramatically in the air.

The eyes of your husband widened again, and he took a step back as soon as he could while he looked into his eyes. "I'm warning you. Just leave..."

Lucifer's eyes changed, his stare reaching deep into your husband's soul. "And I assure you that I'm not someone that you want to provoke."

He took a step closer, and your husband's confidence broke down as he looked him in the eyes. "You know what? I'm done with this. I'm leaving! Don't you dare touch me, whatever the hell you are!"

Lucifer's eyes followed him, and he smirked proudly. "As you wish."

The apartment was almost completely silent as the door slammed shut behind your husband, and you stood there, paralyzed, the realization of that moment and what had just happened finally setting in, but Lucifer snapped you out of it as he looked at the morning-after pill on the table once again.

"My dear, really? Do you think that this pill is going to undo what's done now?" Lucifer started. "Do you actually believe that some sort of pill will stop something divine, like... Oh, I don't know, my touch, as an example? I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, darling."

You looked at him with shame, lust, and regret in your eyes. "What now?" You asked him, whispering silently.

"What happens now will be entirely your choice," he said, moving closer to you and stretching out his hand to touch your cheek. "You see, I very much adore you, and I have for quite a while."

His hands were soft but strong, and a shiver ran down your spine. "You can either act like nothing happened, or maybe you can accept it and see where it takes you," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "You've got a choice to make."

He stepped closer, his lips touching your ear as he spoke. "You could try to forget about the night we just had, but you and I both know better. The seed has been sown, and the question is, at this point, whether you'll let it grow."

Lucifer took a few steps back and pushed the front door open, just enough to fit through. "Whatever you choose, I will be here, waiting. And trust me," he said with a smirk, "I have all the time in the world."

[freckles-things]

Rescued by the Devil

Summary: What happens when you run away from your abusive husband? Who will be able to help you? And why does he nearly run you over with his car?

Pairings: platonic Lucifer x reader

Warnings: abusive marriage (not descriptive), mentions of blood

The bitter cold of the night seemed to seep into your bones as you sprinted down the desolate street. Each ragged gasp of breath felt like a lifeline, a desperate attempt to outpace your tormentor. The pounding of your heart echoed in your chest, matching the ache in your soul. Bruises adorned your body, and the pain in your bones matched the ache in your soul.

The sound of screeching tires shattered the otherwise quiet night and were your only warning as you stumbled onto the road, gasping for air. Your heart hammered in your chest as a black luxury car came hurtling towards you. Frozen in fear, you braced yourself for the impact that seemed inevitable. At the last moment, the car swerved, narrowly avoiding a direct collision and merely grazing your body. But the impact still sent you crashing to the pavement and knocked the wind out of you. Groaning in pain, you struggled to catch your breath and get back on your feet.

The driver's side door swung open, and out stepped a tall, impeccably dressed man with devilishly handsome features, looking equal parts furious and bewildered.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice smooth and rich and his piercing gaze taking in your disheveled state. "Running in front of cars now, are we?"

You took a step back, wincing at the pain that shot through your side. Despite the throbbing ache in your body, you gritted your teeth and tried to stand your ground. "I... I had to... I had to get away," you managed to spit out, your voice barely audible as you fought to remain on your feet.

His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized your battered appearance, ignoring your words.

"Well, congratulations, love," he said with clear disdain, the sarcasm virtually dripping from his words. "You've managed to stop a moving vehicle with your rather dramatic entrance. Quite impressive."

You clenched your jaw, defiance burning within you. Ignoring his sarcasm, you mustered the strength to retort, meeting his gaze head-on. "I didn't have much of a choice. And I'd rather take my chances with a moving vehicle than face another minute with that monster of a husband."

As he continued to observe you more closely, the stranger's expression softened slightly. His keen gaze gliding over the old and fresh bruises, the fear in your eyes, and picking up on the way you flinched when he took a step closer.

"Please, I need help. I can't go back," you pleaded, desperation seeping into your voice. You knew that he was your only chance. Your husband hadn't been that far behind you once you'd run and you were sure he was lingering in the shadows nearby, waiting to pounce on you once the stranger had disappeared. You'd have no chance, all the head-start you'd had would be gone and you'd have to face the punishment for your unsuccessful escape. Tears streamed down your face, and your entire body trembled with fear and exhaustion. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to do this. You were sure that your body wouldn't cooperate much longer.

The man's features softened even further, and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. "Fine," he said, the resignation in his voice clearly mingling with sympathy. "Get in."

For a moment, doubt flickered in your mind. Should you trust a stranger? But something about his aura, his presence, gave you a glimmer of hope. And after all: it couldn't get much worse than what you would face if you didn't. Taking a calculated risk, you got into the car, unsure of what lay ahead and where you were even going.

As the car sped down several streets your posture grew more hunched by the minute. The adrenaline that had fueled your escape now waned, and the pain in your body was intensifying steadily. You winced at the small bumps of the road, tears prickeling at the corners of your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You'd experienced worse after all.

The man glanced at you, his concerned eyes piercing through you. "You alright there, love?" he asked, surprising you with unexpected gentleness.

You wanted so badly to hold on, to keep up the facade of indifference. But for some reason you couldn't. Without realising it, you shook your head, the floodgates of emotion breaking open. "No, I'm not," you admitted, your voice cracking with vulnerability. "But I'm alive, thanks to you."

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "Well, you're welcome, I suppose," he said, his tone again a mix of annoyance and indifference. What was wrong with him? You didn't necessarily need or want his sympathy, but the back and forth of emotions was exhausting and confusing you.

You frowned, feeling a surge of unreasonable frustration at his response. "You know, most people would show a little more empathy." you snapped, your emotions raw and unfiltered. Instinctively you moved as far away as possible, expecting a response fueled by anger at your insolence.

He chuckled however, a smirk playing on his lips. "Darling, I'm not most people," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm the Devil, after all."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you looked at him with renewed uncertainty. "The Devil?" you repeated incredulously.

He nodded, a self-satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. "That's right. Lucifer Morningstar, at your service," he said with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

You stared at him in disbelief, your mind racing. The Devil? Seriously? Did he have no better introduction? It literally did fit his name though, that you had to admit. You quietly mumbled your own name in response.

"What are you doing here, then?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and variness at his antics. The Devil, as if. "Shouldn't you be busy torturing souls or something?"

Lucifer chuckled, the sound grating on your frayed nerves. "Oh, I do have my fair share of responsibilities, but I do enjoy a bit of a break now and then," he replied casually. "And apparently, fate decided to throw you into my path tonight. Quite literally at that"

"Haha", you muttered but couldn't quite help the corners of your mouth trying to lift into a smile. The rest of the drive was spent in silence, though it was a more comfortable one than before.

His car stopped in a parking house and you aprehensively glanced at him. While you had willingly taken the calculated risk of getting into his car, you still were on high alert. Looking for any possible exit and threat in your surroundings, calculating the best for a possible escape. Maybe you should have stayed outside. Who knew what this man had planned with you. Just because he hadn't tried anything yet, didn't mean he wouldn't. And while the adrenaline had pushed your body to it's limits and beyond, the pain had been slowly increasing and made it harder to move.

Trying to get your attention but not succeeding, Lucifer reached out and gently touched your shoulder. You flinched at his touch, almost throwing yourself against the far end of the car. His gaze softened again, and he swiftly withdrew his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm aware that you have no reason to believe me, but you don't have to be afraid anymore. You're with me now."

Feeling a flicker of reassurance in his words, you hesitantly met his gaze. It was as if his eyes held a glimmer of understanding, a depth that hinted at a tumultuous past. Though the circumstances were uncertain, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, a sense of trust blooming amidst the chaos that had consumed your life.

You just nodded at his words, still glancing around the parking area. There weren't a lot of cars and those you could see you recognised as luxury ones. Now that you thought about it, the interior of Lucifer's car very much looked like a luxury car as well. You hadn't really paid attention to it before.

"I live in the penthouse apartment at the top of the building. There's a private elevator we have to take. Only a hand full of people have the code, half of whom work for the LAPD." You recognised what he said as an indirect reassurance that no one could enter his apartment unnoticed, which was greatly appreciated.

Gathering your strength, you mustered the courage to slowly open the car door, and cautiously maneuvered out of the confined space, mindful of the pain that flared with each movement. Gasps of discomfort escaped your lips, but you remained resolute in your determination to persevere. Only once your body threatened to give up on you, did Lucifer step in.

"You look like you're going to collapse any second. Let me help you, love."

You nodded reluctantly, watching him as he cautiously approached you. You cringed away from the initial contact, but forced yourself to stay still afterwards. He was right. You would not make it to the elevator on your own and as sad as it was, Lucifer's apartment was your safest bet right now.

With one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist to support you, you gingerly stepped into the elevator. The pain in your body spiking with every movement, causing gasps to escape your lips. But you were determined to push through. Lucifer, ever attentive, noticed your struggle and adjusted his grip to provide more stability while trying to avoid any cuts and bruises. Not that he was having much luck.

As the elevator doors closed, the two of you were enveloped in a momentary silence. The dimly lit space felt both comforting and eerie, the soft hum of the elevator serving as a backdrop to your ragged breaths. You stole a glance at Lucifer, his expression a mix of concern and determination. There was an air of power and mystery around him, and it was both captivating and unsettling.

As the elevator jolted to life, you braced yourself against the wall, trying to find a balance between the pain coursing through your body and the need to stay upright. You could feel Lucifer's unwavering support, his arm providing a steady anchor amidst the storm raging within you. His gaze on your face slighly hardening with every gasp of pain you emitted.

"My dear," he murmured softly, his voice laced with sympathy, "what has been done to you is unforgivable."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with pain and fear. The weight of your past experiences resting heavily on your shoulders, making it difficult to trust, to let someone in. Yet, in that moment, as you stood together in that confined space, you felt a flicker of hope ignite deep within you.

"I... I didn't know where to go," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think anyone would help me."

Lucifer's heart ached as he took in your battered form, the vulnerability etched into every line of your face. Without a second thought, he reached out to you, his touch gentle as he wiped away a tear with his thumb. You flinched at first, the instinctive reaction born out of the countless painful encounters you had endured. But his touch was different—filled with a warmth you hadn't felt in a long time.

"No one has the right to hurt you," he said, his voice low and filled with righteous indignation. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone harm you."

His words held a sincerity that resonated deep within you, soothing the wounds that extended far beyond the physical. In that moment, you allowed yourself to believe, to trust that this enigmatic man before you was someone who could offer you the solace and protection you so desperately wanted and needed.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a lavish penthouse apartment bathed in soft, golden light. You marveled at the opulence surrounding you, feeling a mix of awe and apprehension. Lucifer guided you over the threshold, his arm never leaving your side, ensuring that you felt supported every step of the way.

As you entered the sanctuary of his home, a sense of relief washed over you. The outside world, with its darkness and torment, felt distant and insignificant within these walls. You could finally breathe, unburdened by the constant fear that had plagued you for so long.

Lucifer led you to a plush couch, carefully helping you to lower yourself onto its soft cushions. He disappeared momentarily, returning with a first aid kit in his hand. With steady hands and a gentle touch, he tended to your wounds. Each gesture, no matter how small, served as a reminder that you were no longer alone, that at least right in this moment someone was there to care for you.The pain persisted, refusing to be easily forgotten, but Lucifer's presence provided a comforting distraction.

"Ah, my dear," he quipped to get rid of the silencebetweenyou, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he carefully wrapped a bandage around your wrist, "I must say, you really know how to make an entrance. Not everyone gets a personal chauffeur in the form of the Devil himself."

You chuckled weakly, the corners of your lips turning up despite yourself. "Well, I guess I have a knack for attracting trouble," you replied, feeling a little more at ease in Lucifer's company.

He flashed you a grin, his devilish charm in full force. "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, darling. It's not every day I get to play the knight in shining armor. Quite the rolereversal."

You couldn't help but blush at his teasing, grateful for his lightheartedness. His witty remarks and quick comebacks brought a sense of levity to the heavy atmosphere, making you forget, if only for a moment, the pain and fear that had consumed you.

Lucifer's touch was gentle as he continued to tend to your wounds, his fingers moving with practiced ease. He cleaned each cut and bruise with meticulous care, his focus unwavering. The pain, though still present, seemed to diminish in intensity as his hands worked their healing magic, applying ointments and dressing the cuts with gentle precision.

As he worked, you marveled at his dexterity, the way he handled each bandage and antiseptic wipe with expertise. It was clear that he had encountered similar situations before, and his expertise gave you a sense of relief. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax into his care as best as you could.

"I apologize for any discomfort, my dear," he said softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. "I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."

You nodded, grateful for his presence and the tenderness he exhibited. Despite his initial sarcastic demeanor, he had proven himself to be compassionate and empathetic.

"Thank you, Lucifer. I... I didn't expect this."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability. "Sometimes, even the Devil can surprise himself," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Everyone deserves compassion, especially in moments of pain."

Silence settled between you as he continued his ministrations, and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of trust and connection. The sound of running water caught your attention, and you opened your eyes to find Lucifer wetting a cloth under a nearby sink. He returned to your side, wringing out the excess water, and gently began to clean the dried blood from your face. His touch was gentle, his movements deliberate, as if he was handling something incredibly precious.

"There, that's better," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can't have you going around looking like a walking piece of art, now can we?"

You managed another weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. Despite the pain that still lingered in your body, you found solace in Lucifer's presence, in the warmth of his care.

Once he finished dressing your wounds, Lucifer retrieved a soft blanket from a nearby armchair and carefully draped it around your shoulders. The warmth enveloped you, offering a comforting embrace that went beyond the physical.

"You need rest, my dear," he said gently, his voice filled with concern. "Allow yourself to recover. I'll be here if you need anything."

You reached out, grabbing his hand instinctively, not wanting to be alone.

"Please, stay," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he nodded. "Of course," he replied, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'll be right here."

He settled into a chair beside the sofa, his presence a steady anchor that eased your troubled mind.

You nodded, a deep sense of exhaustion washing over you. The pain, both physical and emotional, had taken its toll, and you realized how desperately your body and mind needed respite. As you settled into the couch, with Lucifer nearby, a strange sense of safety enveloped you. The world outside, with all its chaos and cruelty, felt far away. As sleep finally claimed you, Lucifer remained by your side, watching over you like a guardian in the darkness, his mere presence a source of reassurance in the midst of your pain.

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Sooo, forst try for the Lucifer fandom. Not sure I portrayed Luci correctly ^^ Thanks for reading tho!

[tomellisfan46]

[issela-santina]

I'm quite chuffed to find out that in some ridiculous way, Lucifer became God

Tom Ellis (left), eyes aglow as the title character of the series Lucifer, and on the right, the God cat that he lends his voice to for the Netflix adaptation of the game Exploding Kittens.

[marvelsgirl616]

I need them back.

[louisbxne]

TOM ELLIS & TOM WELLING

LUCIFER GAG REEL | 3.13

[telumendils]

Deckerstar + Hozier Lyrics

Lucifer (2016-2021)

[grammatically-incoherent]

lucifer: one deckerstar scene per episode[sweet kicks, 1.05]

bonus: