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The Man in the Mirror to a dropout / from @swankkat
My very tardy Lucifer gift exchange submission. The prompt asked for Lucifer being in love with himself. I figured a little mirror love was in order, I hope you like it!
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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Lucifer x Chloe Sketch  to a dropout / from @substra
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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Fic: Where There's Smoke, There's Ire [1/3] (Deckerstar)
Where There’s Smoke, There’s Ire [1/3] to @wondertwinc / from @ghostofstartraveller776
A serial killer is on the loose, targeting couples shortly before their weddings. To catch him, Special Agent Chloe Decker has to enlist the help of Lucifer Morningstar, a roguish nightclub owner and new civilian consultant for the FBI.
Tags: Mild Language, Descriptions of a Crime Scene, Canon-Typical Violence, FBI AU, Fake Relationship, Humor, Crime Fighting, Shameless Flirting, Questionable Law Enforcement Lingo, Ridiculous Shenanigans
Written for @wondertwinc for the 2017 Lucifer Gift Exchange. The characterizations here are closer to early season one for our heroes. Also, I intended this to be a oneshot, but my muse ain’t cooperating. I hope you enjoy your gift! :)
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
WHERE THERE’S SMOKE, THERE’S IRE (Part 1 of 3)
Special Agent Chloe Decker grit her teeth to keep from yawning as she walked through the crowd of first responders toward her crime scene. Several firetrucks and police cars were scattered on the deserted highway, multi-colored lights flashing in the darkness. Beyond, members of the FBI’s ERT were sweeping the ground with flashlights near a sedan parked in a graveled turnout. They paused to take photographs and collect evidence.
She stifled another yawn. Three a.m. calls were never easy, and she was grateful that her mother was visiting this month. Finding a sitter for Trixie at this god-awful hour would have been a challenge, especially when her ex, Dan Espinoza, was another agent on the case. In fact, he was already here, standing next to the vehicle, frowning at his phone. He glanced up and, catching her eye, waved her over.
“We got lucky with this one.” He nodded toward the car when she joined him.
The paint on the late model sedan was scorched near the fuel tank, but it was otherwise unmarred. No kidding, this was a lucky break.
“Looks like someone scared off our unsub before he could get the blaze going,” Dan continued.
“Any survivors?” she asked, hugging herself against the chilly night air.
Dan’s mouth thinned in a grim line. “No. But we knew burning them was a forensic counter measure.”
Chloe sucked in a breath, glancing at the vehicle. “Are we sure this is our guy?”
“Oh, yeah.” He gestured for her to take a look, and she pulled a flashlight from a loop on her belt as she picked her way over to the front of the car.
She flashed the light in the interior and blew out a sigh. Yep. Definitely their guy. In the driver’s seat was a male victim slouched against the door, skin unnaturally pale and a patch of dried blood at his temple. A female victim was propped in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes. She was as sallow as her companion. They’d been dead for a while. Chloe wasn’t going to be surprised when these two turned out to be a few months shy of tying the knot—just as the others had been.
“So, this is great!” a peppy feminine voice exclaimed next to Chloe. She turned toward the source, canting a brow at Ella Lopez from the Evidence Recovery Team.
Ella gave her an apologetic smile. “Well, not great for them. But really great for us.” She pointed to the male behind the steering wheel. “We knew that the killer incapacitated the grooms with blunt force against the temple. I still haven’t figured out what he uses. It isn’t cylindrical like a baseball bat. A hammer is too small. Maybe a mallet?”
“Ella,” Chloe interrupted, hoping to get the young woman back on track.
“Right, okay.” Ella darted to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. She leaned in over the female as she fished a penlight out of her front pocket. “We haven’t been able to figure out how he was killing the brides. We tested the tissue samples from the other remains—and let me tell you, there’s not a lot—but they came back negative for any kind of controlled substance. There have been hyoid fractures, but that could also be from the massive temps produced by the fires.”
Chloe and Dan stepped closer as Ella pointed her light at the victim’s face.
“Voila! Petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes.” Ella waved a hand like a gameshow hostess. “And there’s a slight discoloration around her mouth. It’s looking like good, old fashioned suffocation. Probably with a pillow. I’m betting I’ll find some trace, but we’ll know more when we get them back to the coroner’s.”
Dan gave the girl a curt nod. “This is top priority,” he said. “They’re the fourth couple in the last seven months.”
“You got it, boss.” Ella gave him a jaunty salute before turning back to the victims.
Dan ushered Chloe a little distance away. “Just before you got here,” he said, “I got a call from the OTD guys, and they’ve found a correlation between our vics—aside from the obvious.”
Chloe gave the deceased a cursory glance. They fit the bill in every way. Husband-to-be tall with dark hair. His sweetheart petite and blond. Age seemed to be less important to the unsub. The first victims were middle-aged, but these two were barely out of college.
“It looks like the previous three couples participated in a special retreat for folks who’re looking to get hitched. The—” Dan searched his phone, “—Happily-Ever-After Workshop.” He looked up at Chloe. “Apparently it changes venues.”
“That explains why we’ve been finding our victims all over Southern California.”
He made a noise of agreement. “The next one is in three weeks.” He glanced back at his phone. “At The Lodge in Big Bear. But we should probably start interviewing people from the workshop right away.”
She chewed her lip as she considered their options. “No,” she said after a beat, shaking her head. “If we start rounding up people from the workshop, he’ll go into hiding.”
“You have something else in mind?” Dan raised his brows with that dubious look he got sometimes when conferring with her on a case. Their split had been amicable for the most part, but there were brief moments when he suffered from a dose of machismo when it came to work.
She ignored it like she always did. “We need him to feel safe, especially after this debacle. So, we let him think we’re still spinning our heels. In the meantime, we go undercover at the workshop in Big Bear. See if we can’t smoke him out.” She cringed inwardly at the unfortunate pun.
“Undercover?” Ella popped her head out of the car. “That’s so cool!” She looked Chloe over. “And you totally fit the profile for the bride. You just need a groom. Sorry Dan, you’ve got the hair, but not the height. No offense.”
Dan raised his arms with a rueful laugh. “None taken.”
Ella’s eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. “Oh! Oh! You know who would be perfect?”
Chloe’s expression went flat when she realized exactly who Ella meant. “Yeah, no. No.”
“Oh, come on!” Ella argued. “You know he’d be great. And he’s already got the clearance to work on the case—being a consultant and all.”
What Ella wasn’t mentioning was the mercurial nature of Lucifer Morningstar. He was self-centered at best, only working the cases he thought might amuse him. At worst, he was completely nuts. The man claimed to be the devil—the literal king of hell.
Chloe glanced at Dan in the hopes that he’d back her up, but he gave her a shrug. “Hey, I don’t like the guy,” he said, “but Ella’s got a point. He does fit the victim profile.”
Chloe looked heavenward, swallowing back a groan. If Lucifer agreed to do the op, she’d have to spend a weekend pretending to be madly in love with him. Definitely not the highlight of her career, but if she caught her killer, it’d be worth the hassle.
“Fine. I’ll ask him.”
—0o0—
It was a week before Chloe darkened the doors of Lux, Lucifer’s nightclub. She had to give it to the man; this place was exactly what she’d expect to be owned by the devil. The music was just the right mix of bass and rhythm that enticed her to move her body, though she didn’t. The décor was classy rather than trendy, packed with beautiful people, drinking, laughing, grinding. Several patrons gave her lingering gazes as she made her way to the bar, and she felt a little like she was at a meat market. A hyper-sexualized one.
But that was unsurprising considering the proprietor’s own moral-free attitude. God, she hoped he wasn’t already having a private party in his suit upstairs.
She shook her head, wondering how he’d ended up becoming a consultant for the FBI. No, actually. She knew how it happened. They’d crossed paths a few months back during a celebrity kidnapping. The celebrity had been a friend of his, and when the case had unfortunately turned into a murder investigation, he’d strong-armed his way onto the team using his considerable charm and wit. (He did end up proving moderately useful on that and other cases.)
Chloe didn’t understand why everyone seemed to fall over themselves whenever he was around. Yeah, he was a handsome guy; she wasn’t blind. Yeah, he had a British accent—which was all the rage lately in the States. She got it. But he was kind of a nuisance, too.
“I think you want the cop bar four streets over.”
Chloe glanced up at Mazikeen before taking a stool. Lucifer’s right hand woman was beautiful and a little bit intimidating. If Lucifer was crazy, then Mazikeen was one wrong look away from committing mass murder.
“I’m not a cop,” Chloe said as she had a dozen times before. “FBI, remember?”
Mazikeen glowered at her. “Yeah, well, you all stink the same.”
Chloe sighed. She didn’t know why she bothered. “I came to see your boss. Is he available?”
Mazikeen sucked the insides of her cheeks, crossing her arms. “That depends on what you need him for.” She didn’t care for her boss’s side job helping out the FBI, and she made sure Chloe knew it.
Fortunately, the man in question sidled up next to Chloe, casually resting a hip against the bar as he grinned at her. He looked as stylish as ever in a white button-down, open at the color, and tailored black suit. He always dressed as though a spontaneous photoshoot might break out at any given moment.
“Special Agent Decker.” He made her name sound like a double entendre. “What brings you to my little den of iniquity?”
She inhaled a steeling breath. Here goes nothing. “Mr. Morningstar—”
“Lucifer, please.” He splayed a hand against his chest with an impish smile. “I’d like to think after all we’ve been through that we’ve become too intimate for formalities.”
She rolled her eyes. How was she going to put up with him day and night for a weekend? “Lucifer, I need your help.”
“Oh! I like the sound of that.” His tongue flicked across his bottom lip as he looked her over in obvious appreciation. “Tell me, my dear: how can the devil be of assistance? Have you finally come to schedule our naked playdate? If so, you’re in luck. I happen to be free right now.”
As incorrigible as ever, but that might work in her favor. “Good.” She leaned closer to him and watched his brows rise with eager anticipation. “Because I need your help on a case.”
His glee vanished, replaced by chagrin. “Oh.”
Mazikeen slapped her palms against the bar, making Chloe jump. “He can’t do it.” She narrowed her eyes. “He’s too busy to play cops and robbers with you.”
“Now, now, Maze.” Lucifer waved off his rabid protector. “Let’s hear the agent out before you threaten to toss her out on her backside.”
“Fine.” Mazikeen threw her hands up as she stepped back to retrieve a pair of glasses and a bottle of bourbon. She poured a finger of the amber liquid in each tumbler, passed one to Lucifer and then took a sip out of the other. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she snapped at Chloe. “Tell him about the case.” She made no move to leave.
Chloe pulled a file from her satchel without argument. She could demand that Mazikeen give them privacy, that the woman didn’t have clearance to hear what she was about to share, but it’d be like talking to a brick wall. Instead, Chloe gave Lucifer the file. “You’ve heard about the Lover’s Lane killer, right?”
“Yes.” He flipped through the folder, making a face when he found the crime scene photos. “Firebombing couples in the throes of passion is really quite rude, isn’t it? I mean, I hope he at least waited until they finished the deed before he turned up the proverbial heat.”
“Yeah, well, we caught a break,” she said without correcting his erroneous presumptions. There would be plenty of time to read him in if he decided to help out. She turned a page in the file and pointed at a case note. “It looks like all of the victims participated in a retreat for engaged couples. The Happily-Ever-After Workshop.”
“Hm. Never heard of it,” Lucifer said, frowning at the paperwork in his hands. “But then I’m rather against monogamy on principle. Why force yourself to eat the same meal every day for the rest of your life when there are so many other carnal delights to be had?”
Chloe let out a quiet snort at that. God, this man. “There’s another workshop in two weeks, and I’m asking if you’ll attend it with me—undercover.”
He quirked a brow, then glanced back at the victim profiles. “Oh, right. Because you and I together—” he waved a finger over the photos, “—we’re exactly the killer’s type.”
“Yes.”
He gave her another once over. “And we’d have to play the doting lovers, is it?”
“Yep.”
He seemed to mull it over, and she held her breath as she waited for his answer. The op would go forward with or without him, but they might have more success if they could lure the unsub to them rather than covertly attempt to ferret him out.
“You know,” Lucifer replied a moment later, “this actually sounds like fun. You can count me in, Agent.”
Mazikeen swirled her drink. “Me, too.”
And that was where Chloe had to draw the line. “Ah, no. This is only for those working the case. Lucifer is a consultant. You’re not.”
Mazikeen leaned forward on her elbows, the movement putting her nose to nose with Chloe. “Where he goes, I go,” she explained in a cold voice. “I’m coming and you can’t stop me.” She stared Chloe down, and the look probably would’ve had most people screaming for the hills.
But Chloe wasn’t most people. She glared right back, ready to tell Mazikeen that under no uncertain terms was she tagging along, but Lucifer spoke before she could.
“Ladies, ladies,” he said. “As much as I enjoy a good catfight—especially over me—I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” He gave Chloe a placating smile. “You really can’t stop Maze when she sets her mind to something. Hell would freeze over before she relents, and as the world’s foremost authority on the place, I can say that’s never happened. So, she comes.”
Mazikeen let out a smug harrumph.
“But,” Lucifer continued, his gaze turning on her, “she will be on her best behavior. Hm?”
She rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
“Okay, fine.” Chloe leveled a hard look at the other woman. “But if you mess up my op in any way—”
“Oh, I won’t,” Mazikeen countered. “You just better hope that you find that killer before I do.”
“That’s settled, then!” Lucifer clapped his hands. “Shall we drink to it? Perhaps a round of celebratory sex? For research purposes, of course. I really want to dive into the role right away.”
“You know, what? I think we’re done here.” Chloe took the file back and stood up. “I’ll get back to you with the details.” She began to walk away, hoping to escape any further suggestive comments that he might have.
“Your loss, Agent!” he called to her back.
“I’ll learn to live with it!” she yelled without turning around.
Catching the killer was going to be the easy part of this op. Not shooting Lucifer before the workshop was over would be the real challenge.
~TBC~
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Fic: Adversary, Defeated (Deckerstar)
to @ghostofstartraveller776 / from @tmellis
Hope you like it! This manages to check of apocalypse vibes, p l e n t y of angst. Warning for character death.
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
Even when she was old and clinging to the tattered shreds of her mind, Chloe Decker was always going to remember the day they placed that screaming baby in her arms for the first time.
She would always remember the rush - she’d been so tired after that one last push, she was convinced she’d never be strong enough to hold her daughter up. But as soon as her little baby was in her arms, Chloe had pushed her past the baby blanket and pressed the tips of her fingers to the baby’s chest. She was determined to feel that tiny fluttering pulse. As if she could hold her heart the way she held Chloe’s.
She would always remember her mother’s squalling voice after, when everyone who needed to be there pushed themselves into the hospital room and saw the family for the first time. Someone delivered the must be Dan’s latino side line for the tenth time in regards to the baby’s darker skin tone, which meant Dan tried to hide a wince for the tenth time, trying not to be bothered by the lowkey racism. (Everyone who needed to be there - please, everyone who her mother thought needed to be there.) Penelope Decker crowed on and on about her name is Faith, isn’t that lovely? Chloe, I never knew you were so spiritual. The couple’s eyes lifted from their daughter, meeting with the same look of pure spite.
She would always remember how it felt to sign the paperwork. Dan had been dozing off in the corner beside the baby’s hospital bed - and Chloe had been so tired too, she knew he was just as exhausted as he was. She wanted to let him catch a few hours before their life of parenting began. So she’d accepted the paperwork from the nurse. The man was terribly nice too, offering to stay and quietly help her write down all the right things. They’d laughed about how awful it would’ve been if she managed to spell something wrong. She’d remarked about how fancy his pen was, scratching against the… the parchment… like an old quill… He didn’t even chastise her when she cut her thumb on the sharp edge, spilling a splash of blood over the Jane in Chloe Jane Decker… Never thinking that she was signing her daughter away to the Fates to string her into their ultimate narrative.
She would always remember the day Beatrice Espinoza came into her life. And if she ever forgot… well, then she would always have this. That beautiful baby ’s face, now a girl’s, a beautiful baby girl, contorted in pain, confusion. How could this happen? That was the question big brown eyes asked her. How could her mummy, sworn to protect her forever and ever, not have stopped this? Chloe touched the spot over Trixie’s heart, trying to hold back her tears.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I’m - I’m gonna fix this. Mommy’s gonna fix this, and you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be so okay, I’m sorry, I’m-” She had to be strong, for her baby. She had to be strong because Trixie was hurt and looking to her for her promises. Mommy promised it was going ot be okay, and therefore it had to be. But there was a lot of blood, and Chloe’s rational logic was slipping further and further from her reach. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, pawing a little uselessly to smooth Trixie’s hair back.
This was her fault. All this time, they thought it was something to do with her. It’d never been about her. It had been about Trixie. Of course. Of course. The daughter of a protector of justice and a miracle. Chloe’s gifts weren’t for her own sake. She was meant to be a shield, a shield for the next messiah… for the day the devil would come to claim her as his nemesis.
She didn’t protect her. Her God given duty in this life was to protect her daughter from Satan Incarnate, and she failed.
That was where the rage hit. It struck in the chest like a fist landing a punch, and flared into an incandescent fury. Eyes still glazed over from the tears, Chloe began to shake with anger. The debris that was scattered across the apartment floor cracked and shattered under his weight as he pulled himself to his feet, and slowly started forward again. There had been a blast after the blade had gone through Trixie’s side, powerful enough to knock him back… but they were out of time.
Lucifer was advancing once more, and Chloe met his hellfire eyes with a fire of her own.
“I’m going to kill you,” she promised, pulling her weak daughter closer, ignoring the way Trixie was struggling to breathe more and more. She only glared down the Beast as he stalked closer, that gleaming blade of Death still in his curled fingers. And, as he extended dark angel wings behind him to become bigger than he already was, he smirked. It cut deeper than any divine weapon could. He had smiled like that a thousand times before. It was that stupid smug little grin that came across his face when he was the one to solve a case, when he managed to get her to laugh at his jokes, when she actually admitted out loud, “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought.”
She was going to be sick. Shaking, she pulled her hand to her belt, pulling her gun to point at him. It made him laugh.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” he taunted.
Chloe was never one for one-liners, one of the things she’d always hated about Lucifer, and she pulled the trigger. His head snapped to the side as the bullet caught his nose and tore through the flesh. A muscle in his neck twitched, tossing his entire head like a jolt of electricity had shot through him… and he slowly turned back, seemingly unfazed by the wound that made a hole in his skull. Lucifer’s jaw twitched back and forth, as if he had something stuck in his teeth - she watched the bullet pass into his mouth, and he spat it to the side.
“Close, but no dice, darling. That won’t work on me. Your nullification was meant to protect the next Bringer of Peace, but you’ve failed. Humanity. You’re mine for the taking. The twisted tempted. I just can’t believe it took so long!” he laughed, as if pleasantly surprised. Clearing milking his victory for all its worth, “It took five years of waiting, but isn’t this worth it? Once the devil left his throne, it was all too easy. Did he not remember the first step to bringing about my apocalypse? When the devil walks in His kingdom again, the Horsemen will follow - and the End of Days shall begin. Of course-”
He tilted his head, pointing the blade at Trixie, who cowered into her mother’s side, “-that was all meant to make sure the Messiah looked really good when she came about to save the day, but I don’t have to worry about that now, do I? I can’t be stopped if the only person who can stop me rots.”
One of his wings lifted, in a surreal sort of shrug, “The villain wins. Evil prevails. If it’s any consolation, I’ll be sure to let your dearest Lucifer know you fought to the bitter end. On your knees, helpless, while the only person you ever cared for died in your arms.”
Did he not remember the first step to bringing about my apocalypse? Your dearest Lucifer. Chloe’s rage faltered - and realized why felt like she hardly recognized the creature before her. It was his demon eyes, his face, his body, but it wasn't him. Not Lucifer. Not her Lucifer. Teary eyes went wide - mouth open to find something to say, but there was nothing. It was too late.
The shadow of that man was hovering over her, wings spread as if in absolute ecstasy. He ordered her, “Close your eyes, mother, lest you want to watch your child die.”
“You’re gonna pay for this,” she promised him, “You’ll never win.”
“We’ll see how far victory takes me. With you and your little runt gone, it will take me all the way. But so be it.” The shadow raised Azrael’s blade, evil taking a gleam in his fire, “This kingdom is mine.”
Chloe moved to shield Trixie from the oncoming blade, when the sickening clash of metal grinding against metal thundered in her ears. It was like mountains coming alive and clashing together, it was so loud and so powerful-
Confused, she lifted her head, and saw that the blade had been stopped in its path by a long metal staff with a spiked ball at the end.
A morningstar.
Light flared in the room behind her, as bright as the sun (only closer), and Lucifer’s thinly concealed intensity rattled her to her bones. She twisted, looking above and behind her. There he was, Lucifer, glowing like the sun and the moon and the stars, brilliant white wings extended behind him as if prepared to launch himself forward. He bared his teeth, like an animal snarling at another. The shadow looked at him, took in the radiant light emitting from him, the wings that were supposed to have been cut from him so long ago, and he had the right mind to be afraid. Lucifer growled, and pushed the mace forward. It forced the shadow back, putting enough space between them that Lucifer could round around the Decker girls and stand between them and their adversary.
“Impossible,” the shadow tried to insist, “How did you-”
“Yes, sorry for the delay. Got caught up in traffic. A quartet of chaps on horses were holding up Sunset.” It sounded so much like him, that laissez-faire attitude, even in the face of his own darkness, that Chloe - despite everything - grinned. The sound prompted him to turn to glance at her, the sharp intense rage giving way to a more comforting look for her sake. As he turned back, he went on to her, “Hope I didn’t miss all the fun, darling. Not to worry-”
He swung the morningstar, testing the handle in his grip, “I’m sure I can keep up.”
“You’re too late,” the shadow hissed, trying to collect a semblance of his previous power, “I’ve already pierced her with Azrael’s blade. Soon enough, she’ll bleed out and die a true death - and not a soul in Heaven or Hell can save her.”
“We’re not in either, though, are we?” Lucifer barked, all levity gone in his tone. “No no, you’re here on Earth, with me. And I swear, Beatrice Decker is under my protection until I draw my last breath. You come for the Deckers, you’ll have to face me.”
“You’re not stronger than me. I am the Adversary. I am the King of Darkness. I am the devil in the flesh-” With those proclamations, the shadow charged forward, raising the blade to strike Lucifer down. But Lucifer parried the blow, twisting around and underneath the crossed weapons to throw the end of his morningstar into his half’s side, then with a quick adjustment of his grip on the handle, swung it back around to shatter the shadow’s wrist. The creature cried out, releasing the blade. Lucifer yanked the mace free of the broken bone, and finally brought it down on his half’s head.
The shadow fell to his knees, but did not die. It could not - made up of all the power of the dark, it was too powerful. As long as evil existed, so would it. But Lucifer seemed to expect it. He removed the morningstar, dropping to the side with the dagger, and he crouched to the other’s eye level.
“You are not any of those things, Samael. You are only a boy. A boy who wanted his father’s love, enough to kill for it.”
The shadow shuddered and shook, until the injuries on his flesh were gone - and only the child remained. Tear-stained and whimpering. Lucifer hushed him, setting a hand on his shoulder. When he did, the inky black feathers on the boy quivered, fluttering as they changed to the same pearl white of Lucifer’s wings.
“You are an angel of God. You are the light bringer - and therefore, the bringer of darkness. This, the apocalypse, was all your design. Plan B, in the face of the impossible future where you lost the war. The Horsemen were your toys, your childhood heroes. Your favourite sister, Azrael, was the most obvious. Death. Amenadiel, the relentless and inevitable doom, Pestilence. Uriel, starved for attention, was Famine, and the last… that which brought your destruction, War. Michael. Mere shades of the true angel. Just like you, Samael. My worst self. My darkness… and you’re only a lonely child. I feel sorry for you. I’m sorry you thought you could not love and be loved. You were so convinced of it, that there was no point in a world where there was no love, and so you set up your toys to burn the entire world down. But the day comes, Samael. The day comes when you meet a woman who makes you feel, and you will know meaning. She is everything. You’d give her the world if you could… and you know what? You will.”
The child, Samael, let out a strangled choke. Pained, he looked down to his chest, where Lucifer had pushed his hand into his chest. He whimpered, looking up at his other half.
“Please…” Samael cried.
Lucifer closed his eyes, and yanked the heart out of Samael. The child fell… dissipating into nothing by the time his body would’ve hit the ground. As he did, the light from Lucifer faded. The effect on him was immediate, his wings sagging until they dragged on the ground. Samael was gone, but the heart remained, heavy in his hands. His feathers were fading from their whites, as if the floor polluted their purity. Already, they were a molting gray.
Chloe hardly dared to breathe, wet eyes staring wide at the scene as she attempted to even begin to understand what had happened. The first to move out of all of them was Trixie, who lifted her weary head and asked quietly (too quietly), “Lucifer?”
He looked up then, and the detective saw that his face was stained with tears of his own. She let out a shaky exhale, just as Trixie opened up her arm to reach for him… and her hand fell.
“Trixie!” Both Chloe and Lucifer cried, and Lucifer was quick to move to their side. Lucifer took Trixie’s hand, all pretenses that he loathed the child gone. There wasn’t time for it.
“You’re gonna be okay, it’s okay, honey.”
“You’re going to be alright, spawn. Listen to your mother, and be okay. You have to be okay - you’re the Savior. You’re going to save the world, but you have to make it.”
Chloe looked back to where Samael had disappeared, “Lucifer… who was that?”
He swallowed, hard, trying to avoid her gaze. But after he made an audible gulp, he explained cautiously, “I… I’ve done a horrible thing. That was… that was me.”
“What?”
“I thought that if I could… if I could separate my darkness from my goodness, I could… I was trying to be enough. For you. Maybe for me too. I… I didn’t think of how stupid it could be, to unleash a truly evil devil upon the world, I didn’t think - and I never thought that Trixie was the one-” Whatever attempts Lucifer could have made to go on were stopped when he looked down at the young girl he’d hurt, the young girl who was dying because of him. He swallowed once more, and looked up to meet Chloe’s gaze. His voice warbled and croaked, “I’m so sorry. I… I don’t know how to… I don’t know how to stop this. Azrael’s blade is too powerful, you can’t just heal from it. Samael thought it was either him or her, and he… I was selfish. It was me, this is all my fault. Beatrice is dying at the End of Days. All the prophecies, they’ve always said, she would be my undoing…”
Lucifer stopped then, his face clearing. Chloe frowned at him, “Lucifer-?”
“No!” Trixie cried out, and whimpered through the pain. Whatever idea had come into his head, she saw it before Chloe did, and was actively protesting. But it didn’t stop Lucifer. He was suddenly moving away, pulling away to fetch the heart and the dagger. He returned, holding the blade up - for Trixie to take.
That was when it clicked for Chloe.
“Lucifer, no-”
“The Savior is a direct source of Dad’s will. It’s more than the magic your fairy tales preach about. It is creation. It’s faith, it’s love, it’s everything that was and is and will be. If Trixie takes my life before she dies, then perhaps it could save her life.”
“And what- what if it doesn’t? Then you’ll be dead. Lucifer, I’m already…” Chloe’s face contorted in pain as she started to sob, “I’m already losing her, I can’t lose you both-”
“Stubborn as ever, you can never just let me die, can you?” Lucifer retorted, but it wasn’t enough to coax a smile from his detective. He faltered - there was nothing in his expression to hide the fear, the pain. He shuffled closer, murmuring, “Trixie doesn’t have time for this. She’s dying, and it’s slow - the worst kind of death. It’s not right, it’s not her time. But if she strikes my heart, here, then it will be quick for me. And I’m… I’m old. Old enough that it shouldn’t be a quarrel. And maybe I deserve this.
“It is written, detective. Good triumphs over evil.” Lucifer opened his mouth, as if to go on, but was suddenly speechless. He lifted a shoulder to shrug at his uselessness - his wings shook, the gray steadily darkening with every passing second. His back bent a little more, as if there was a weight he couldn’t quite hold for much longer. The darkness was attempting to claim back its prince.
“Luci…”
Both adults looked down at the dying girl. Trixie’s breath was shallow now, weak little hiccups as she struggled to hold on. She looked up at them, shaking her head gently, “It’s… not your fault… I don’t blame you…”
“Shhh, baby, don’t talk. It’s gonna be okay.” Chloe cried, reaching to brush Trixie’s hair back.
Trixie turned to her, nuzzling her head against Chloe’s arm, “Mommy… I love…”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and stayed shut. Chloe’s eyes remained open, even though her baby wouldn’t open her eyes, not her baby, no-
“Chloe, please,” Lucifer implored. Chloe shook her head, clinging tighter to Trixie. He shuffled closer, his voice desperate, “Once upon a time, you and I stood on a beach and I told you the truth. It will be her, over everyone else. Over me. I know that it will always be her, I know that. If you change your mind about that now, then you are not the woman I fell in love with. Please. Please let me die in your daughter’s place.”
“N-no,” Chloe was sobbing, “Don’t make me choose.”
Lucifer placed the heart on the floor between the three of them, and reached for Trixie’s limp hand. He didn’t dare look away from Chloe, insisting wordlessly.
“Darling, please. It can’t be me. It has to be her, you have to guide her.”
Chloe sniffed, using her wrist to wipe at her cheeks in futile effort. As much as it hurt to realize, he was right. Of course, he was right. This was foretold. So it was written… She reached down, wrapping her hand around Trixie’s, fastening the grip of Azrael’s blade. Lucifer swallowed, looking as though he was finally realizing the gravity of the decision. But he was prepared - as frightened as he was, he was ready to sacrifice himself.
“I’ll find my way back,” he promised her - them, “If it takes an eternity, I’ll find my way back to the mortal plane.”
“You better. Or I’m coming to get you.” Chloe told him. Lucifer smiled then, and reached up to stroke her cheek.
“Detective,” he whispered.
She drove the blade down, and his hand fell. The Adversary was finally defeated.
And maybe, an eternity later, Trixie held open the doors of the abyss and let the two lovers who saved her find each other again.
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And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you
to @titconao3 / from @wondertwinc
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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Lucifer Morningstar Collage to @elenadrakefisher / from @thefangirlconvention
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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CAN WE SURRENDER?: a mix for lucifer morningstar and chloe decker [and @thefangirlconvention] (listen)
 i. woodwork - sleeping at last ii. i’ll be good - jaymes young iii.  heartbeats - jose gonzalez iv. way down we go - kaleo v. that home - cinematic orchestra vi. you - keaton henson vii. dynasty - miia viii. the scientist - tyler ward ix. surrender - natalie taylor x. come back when you can - barcelona 
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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Fic: Just a Job Description (Deckerstar)
Just a Job Description to @mrsdecaestecker / from @sanoiro
Exploring the first kiss between Chloe and Lucifer and the awkward question that followed. (2x11 missing scene).
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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  Deeming himself as unworthy had been a moment of clarity for him when the dawn’s light had broken in the horizon. The Devil was prideful and conceited. In his race to prove he could win, what he believed was right to have, before her grey-blue eyes wondered if it was also fair for her.
Distancing himself from any kind of revelation he might have scared her away he had simply stated the truth. For a child whose own Father had never stopped to wonder if he was really worthy enough to not deserve the utmost perdition, he waited for the same kind of treatment. Although, this time he was Falling at his own free before she had uttered a single word of rejection.
Searching his eyes he was sure she could see his descend. Burning and rendering him vulnerable as never before in her presence. Every crease of his forehead screamed of bewilderment and pain over her chaste kiss. 
“Detective…” He breathed out loud the question her eyes were asking. A question with no real answer for him to give.
This was right, this was what surrendering was like. This was what Falling really felt like. It was the tenderness of her closed lips upon his. No demand of entry or passion. No demand to arouse or exploit his vast knowledge on the act. Just a confirmation of care and support despite his wild ways. A source of understanding.
Not questioning her motives anymore he complied to her need press her lips on his again. Her warm hand touched the back of his neck with her palm cradling his scruffy cheek. The back of his hair stood erect at the scratching of her nails on his sensitive flesh making his eyes flutter close. His head titled and her thumb caressed lightly his throbbing by the sudden rush temples.
At the feeling of her moist tip, Lucifer granted her hesitantly the request to deepen their connection. He felt his mouth curve into a smile when he detected the freshness of a peach mint on her tongue. She had been popping them all night into her mouth before crushing them between her teeth, to calm her nerves. Sure enough, when he experimentally licked behind the nearest teeth he savoured the mint’s cutting edge flavour. Exhaling he heard her breath hitch. If she had not smelled it on his breath before, he was sure she could now taste the sweet rum he had drunk from his silver flask an hour ago.
The combination of the liquor’s warming sweetness and the mint’s cool freshness blended their kiss in an experience between Hell and Heaven. Her hand traced the popped vein on his neck and her thumb moved to his Adam’s apple effectively ending slowly their kiss.
Crossing his arms around her waist he drew her closer, as her head fell on the crook of his shoulder. Her right hand still caressing his face and the other crept under his jacket, around his now shivering spine. Not wanting to break their contact he slowly rocked her along with his body on the wet sand.
To the non-existing audience, it would seem like a couple swaying on the beach. Which to his surprise they actually were. The breeze was ruffling their hair. His were curling. Hers were leaving her tight high bun to stand in gold strands on his shoulder. Lucifer could feel her breath on his collar in perfect synch with the fingers tracing the line of his hairline at the back of his neck.
It was an afterglow like he had never experienced before. One that didn’t require a physical release of any kind. Moved by instinct, if his nature possessed such an instinct that is; His nose buried in her hair taking in the jasmin shampoo, the sea salt setting on her, as well as, the distinct aroma of fried eggs, probably for the spawn’s Hawaiian Bread the previous morning. Leaving her hair but never losing contact of her skin with his nose, he placed a lasting kiss on her forehead.
“Lucifer?” He felt her question on his flesh than heard it.
“Mmhmm…” He replied, his slow movements never ceasing their greeting dance for the sun’s warmth which he had just felt on his face.
“Why do you always call me Detective?” Her voice was but a soft whisper, riding on the sound of the lapping waves on the shore near their feet.
Lucifer’s eyes opened blinking at the stinging rays of the sun in the horizon. Long gone were the grey clouds and the ominous darkness of the sea. The soft orange hues were replacing the dim colours beyond the sky limits. Tightening his hold on her again, Lucifer found the comfort he was unaware he craved at her hand brushing his hair and through the spreading warmth of her soft lips under his right ear.
“You are smart and you have notable instincts, that’s what I told you when we first met right?” His baritone voice trembled on her cheek.
“Yeah…” She replied drawing small circles on his scalp.
“You are a Detective, you are not just defined by your job, you have the rare gift to define it yourself.” Lucifer swallowed thickly all the unsaid words he wished he could share with her and not with Linda through another “breakthrough”.
“But why not just Chloe… Even now-” She began yet halted by his long tortured sigh which after escaping his lips, passed through her stranded loose hair.
“I envy you about that.” Lucifer admitted openly and he felt her shift her weight deeper in his embrace.
“The man who has everything?” She joked and when she felt his Adam apple bobbing she turned to look at his eyes.
Aeons of torture were finally showing how raw his soul had become. Away from his beloved light, he had now found another. Grey-blue eyes were sparkling even when they met his dark gaze and penetrated his very soul.
“I’m the Devil, Lucifer Morningstar. You are Chloe Decker, The Detective. You assumed your identity by yourself and I always admired that since the very beginning.”
How could he tell her that definitions helped him cope with what he had become? Bewilderment came and left her eyes. Where they were questioning again, they turned gentle studying him like Father had certainly studied her once. With open admiration and tenderness.
“Lucifer, It’s just a job description. I’m Chloe and you are-” She cradled his face with her free hand again and he nuzzled in the warmth she radiated.
“Yours. Apparently, I’m yours now. To name and to do as you please with.” Lucifer gazed at her eyes with a silent promise that he would be there. He knew nothing of the road ahead but he was hers and that was enough for now.
She chuckled at his deep confession making him set his jaw in mock irritation.
“I pledge myself to you and you laugh.” He huffed looking behind her the L.A. starting to come to life after a very long night of rain and darkness.
“Lucifer!” She admonished continuing laughing on his chest when he moved his hands to her upper middle and got her impossibly closer.
“Is yours.” He whispered feeling her hand come to a rest above his beating heart.
“Everything else is just a job description darling.” He said with more conviction than ever before.
For the first time, he was truly anticipating on what the future would bring. Unfortunately, Father willing that is. 
The End  
Songs Used for this Entry:
Sarà perché ti amo - Ricchi e Poveri
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How To Be a Badass While Looking A+: a guide by Mazikeen Smith
to @willparry / from @felicityqueen
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
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Fic: Deckerstar (NC-17)
to @felicityqueen / from @chloedeckerlapd
made for round 1 of the @lucifer-gift-exchange
Chloe bit her lip lustfully as she felt her dancing partner’s length against the lower half of her belly. She looked up at him, and he grinned at her, his dark eyes lighting up playfully. The music was loud, but it was slow and sexy, amongst the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Lucifer had decided to take you to LUX, for a night together for some fun. Chloe sighed softly, her fingers trailing to behind his neck as Lucifer shivered at the feather-light touch. Even just dancing romantically at his club made Chloe quite hot for him. Of course it was to be expected since they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She gasped softly as he gripped her hips, his knuckle almost turning white as Chloe felt Lucifer almost grind into her. 
“Careful, there are children here Lucifer.” Chloe whisper jokingly up at him, a grin on her face. Lucifer smirked. “Then we shouldn’t be where there are children, right love?” He whispered seductively, dipping his head low to press his lips against her briefly. Chloe nodded in anticipation. He straightened up, and took her hand, and they swiftly left the dance floor. Chloe pressed the elevator button almost frantically, as Lucifer kissed her neck gently, his arms wrapped around her waist. The elevator opened with a slow slide of its doors and she slipped in, with Lucifer following in after. He whirled around when the doors closed and pressed P for his penthouse floor, and once it started moving he pressed the stop button. Lucifer turned back to Chloe with a smirk, as he pressed her against the wall, his hips pressed against hers as he dipped his head down, pressing his lips against her own. Chloe sighed into the kiss, breathing harshly through her nose as he swiped his tongue against her lips, his one hand on her hip, the other entangled into her hair behind her neck, tilting her head up to greet his kiss. “I want you.” He said, his lips brushing against her, as he slid one hand down, and underneath her dress. Chloe bit her lip, hiding her grin when Lucifer’s eyes widened when he realized that you were wearing nothing underneath her dress. “Oh you minx, Detective” He said softly, as his thumb grazed against her clit, making Chloe already gasp and jerk her hips, wanting more of him. “You didn’t tell me that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.” He said, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he slid his index finger into her. Chloe moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “S-surprise.” She said cheekily, with another moan escaping her lips as he slid his finger back out and then back in, then adding his middle finger into her welcoming heat.
Chloe shuddered against him, as her hands slid to his black slacks, her fingers finding the hook of the zipper and slid it down, her hand brushing against his length. Lucifer groaned softly, loving her soft smaller hands against him. Just a small touch made him almost weak in the knees. He slid his fingers within her a few more times, pumping, as Chloe paralleled his actions with his length, getting him out of his boxers and the opening in his dress slacks. Lucifer withdrew his fingers from you, making Chloe whine softly in the back of her throat as he slid his hand up and down and then back up her thigh, his hand resting on her ass cheek, raising her leg around his waist. Her eyes widened as her breath quickened, her heart racing. He leaned down, kissing her lips softly, as he raised her other leg so it wrapped around his hip as well. Chloe was sandwiched between the wall of the elevator and Lucifer, and she thought that this was a fine position to be in. She leaned up, pressing her lips against his and moaned into his mouth as he slid himself into her welcoming core. Lucifer bit down on her lower lip before sliding back out slowly and then thrusting back in, earning a happy yelp out of her mouth. He groaned. “You’re so..perfect Chloe.” He moaned softly, dipping his head down as he nipped her neck, making his pace rough but a perfect pace. Chloe groaned, as she tilted her head back, her eyes fluttered shut again, loving the pace that her lover has set. His thrusts made the elevator move with his thrusts against the elevator shaft. “Chloe, I’m gonna…” He gasped out, his pace starting to get quicker and quicker with every thrust he made, hitting the perfect spot within her body. Chloe moaned softly as she felt one hand of his slid down between them two, tweaking her clit as he felt himself growing closer to his own orgasm. “Come with me darling.” Lucifer groaned, biting her neck gently. Chloe groaned as she felt herself tensing up, throwing her head back as she saw stars. She felt Lucifer thrust into her twice shakily, unyielding, before she felt the welcoming warmth from his cum into her vagina. Lucifer picked his head up, kissing Chloe briefly, as he helped her slide her legs back down onto the floor. Her hands slid back down to his length, touching him gently, before helping him back into his pants. He kissed Chloe gently, his arm wrapped around her waist, as her legs regained feeling from that amazing time in the elevator. Chloe parted her kiss briefly before pressing the stop button again, resuming the elevator ascent to their penthouse floor. “I think this calls for round two, in our own room.” Chloe whisper silkily into his ear, biting his earlobe as the elevator door opened onto their floor. Lucifer gave a shuddering breath before giving you a wink and a nod.
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LUCIFER & LINDA • 9 pack icons to @substra || @petrola / from @mrsdecaestecker  I hope you like them and they fill your prompt :D
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SUBMISSION DEADLINE REMINDER - APRIL 15TH
If you haven’t submitted your gift yet, please remember that the last day to do so is TOMORROW (Saturday, April 15th). We’re excited to see all the new Lucifer content!
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Deadline to Drop Out - April 1st
Friendly reminder that the deadline to drop out of the exchange is April 1st. Please make sure to contact us by this date in the event that you cannot complete your gift, so we can find a replacement. Thank you.
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Assignments Distributed
Hello Lucifans!
Sign ups are now closed and assignments have been distributed, so be sure to check your email. If anyone has NOT received their assignment at this point, please contact us ASAP. Thanks.
Time to get workin’!
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LUCIFER GIFT EXCHANGE ROUND 1 (2017)
With the spring hiatus of Lucifer, @rosweldrmr​ and @ivorygraves​ thought it would be fun to organize a Lucifer Gift Exchange for the break (hopefully the first of many).
Gift assignments will be based on ship/character preference. We will do our best to pair you up with someone who has similar taste.
Basically, if you want to participate, go to this google doc form and signup. Signups open on Feb 10th and will close on Feb 26st. There’s still ONE DAY LEFT to sign up, Lucifans! So be sure to submit the form before tomorrow. Gifts are due by Apr 15th.
Be sure to read the RULES before you sign up. And for more information such as FAQs and SUBMISSION information, please visit the site http://lucifer-gift-exchange.tumblr.com/.
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LUCIFER GIFT EXCHANGE ROUND 1 (2017)
With the spring hiatus of Lucifer, @rosweldrmr​ and @ivorygraves​ thought it would be fun to organize a Lucifer Gift Exchange for the break (hopefully the first of many).
Gift assignments will be based on ship/character preference. We will do our best to pair you up with someone who has similar taste.
Basically, if you want to participate, go to this google doc form and signup. Signups open on Feb 10th and will close on Feb 26st. So be sure to submit the form before then. Gifts are due by Apr 15th.
Be sure to read the RULES before you sign up. And for more information such as FAQs and SUBMISSION information, please visit the site http://lucifer-gift-exchange.tumblr.com/.
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