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"Can you be my Date?"

Lucifer Morningstar x Human! Reader (Female)

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To keep up is image and discourage the hellish media from knowing about Lucifer's divorce, Lucifer finds a random human, you, to pose as his date at one of his aristocratic parties. 5,588 Words

Upon entry into Hell, the usual sinner would learn a few things very quickly.

They were absolutely stuck in this wretched place, that much was certain, but this wretched place seemed a lot less inhumane than the books say it was. Sure, it was still Hell , but it was more of a corporate America type of Hell than a damned for all eternity type. The place had a monarch installed, but the ruler seemed to do very little, barely showing his face and making laws very less. It was as if he weren’t even there.

But he was, oh Lucifer was there. The denizens over the years remembered less and less about the king, but they knew two things for certain. He had a wife, and he had a daughter.

His daughter, Charlie, she would self-proclaim to any and every news outlet who interviewed her, was a relaxed, care-free, and unnecessarily happy demon. She ran a hotel that was less than appealing to most folk and the princess was pretty much seen as an absolute joke.

Lucifer’s wife however, a look that's now been centuries forgotten under lies and trickery, was never in the spotlight anymore. Had the two not had a daughter, most new sinners would likely assume Lucifer was lying about his so-called significant other.

And frankly? He kind of was.

Lucifer sat alone on one of the loveseats, the fire in the fireplace slowly burning out after having been on for so long. Occasionally would he flick his wrist and reset the flame to full blaze, but he was too engulfed in his own mind to do it once more.

Every century the Sins would hold a get-together to commemorate themselves– Lucifer, a prideful man had thought of this first and proposed to the others– and keep spirits high and tensions away from the Rings. Typically each Sin would bring along a guest to the rendezvous, adding to the sea of important people invited every year. More often than not it would be their significant other– Asmodeus would bring Fizzarolli, Beelzebub would bring Vortex, Mammon would bring… Well, admittedly his guest would change every time to the point the Sin of Pride was never sure who hell that greedy bastard was dating. And Lucifer would bring Lilith.

Lucifer glanced down at the wedding ring he still had looped around his finger. He pulled the piece of metal off, inspecting it with a sigh.

Beelzebub and Asmodeus knew about his divorce first, both of which explained it to the other sins so Lucifer didn’t need to repeat the story another four times, but it was still a complicated moment now. Lilith wasn’t public about the divorce, and Lucifer never mentioned it to anyone besides his daughter after the fact, so it wasn’t common knowledge to anyone else that he was single. At this point he was mostly over it– but the thought of having the media drag him and reopen the wounds again was daunting.

That's when Beelzebub came up with an idea. People knew Lucifer’s wife was a human, so she had suggested maybe Lucifer find a human willing to pose as his wife for the night. That way, the media and fellow royalty attending the event would be none the wiser. In another century, they were sure Lucifer would be healed enough to spill the beans.

The idea seemed simple enough. There had to be at least one human willing enough to assist him, and maybe if he offered some sort of wealth or immortality he could sway them to his side. Surely any human he took down to Hell would be stuck with that future, but the percentage of humans that ended up down here was enough to confirm Lucifer didn’t have to worry about changing their fate. The only issue was how . How was Lucifer going to find someone? Should he hold an event? Stalk some people on the streets? Where would he even go, Earth was unnecessarily huge and overpopulated. He thought on it for hours that night and into the next morning, but eventually, he settled on the simplest solution. Snapping his fingers, Lucifer opened up a portal and walked through it.

It was a boring morning as you were lounging on your couch, a shitty television show playing in the background as you scrolled on your phone. It was a lazy day– you had the bowl of popcorn and two half empty bottles of soda sitting on the coffee table to prove it. Your boss gave you a few days off of work, and there wasn’t much to do when your friends were all stuck working their one dead-end nine to fives. You tossed your phone down onto the cushion beside you, letting out a frustrated groan followed by a yawn.

It was only half fast four pm, there was no way you’d let yourself sleep. Just because you had nowhere to be tomorrow, didn’t mean you wanted to be awake all night because of a terrible decision from the day before. But a few moments of shut-eye wouldn't hurt, right? You let your eyes close, leaning your head back.

“Are you awake?”

You let out a little hum of confirmation, your brain not fully catching up. You sunk a little deeper into the couch, trying to convey to your roommate you didn’t want to do anything. As you did though, something hit you.

Your roommate was out of the country.

And your roommate definitely did not sound like a man.

Your eyes shot open, staring in the direction ahead to see a man standing in front of you.

“What the FUCK ,” You sat up quickly before trying to crawl over the back of your couch to get away from the person, flopping down on the ground hard as your did. That didn’t deter you though, as you quickly scooted back all the way to your kitchen table, freely reaching on it until your hands came in contact with the plastic butter knife you left on it earlier. You pointed it at the stranger.

Meanwhile, the stranger just looked at you blankly. As the two of you stared at each other, you were able to take in more of the appearance of him. He was awfully pale on his face, save for a pink, round dot on both of his cheeks. His hair was light blond, and he was wearing some pink and white striped shirt. If you looked closer at his arms, you could tell the blackness was more skin like than a long glove. His pants were as white as his skin, and his boots were awfully tall. He kind of looked like a cosplayer, you determined.

“Who– Who the fuck are you!” You stuttered, your hand with the butter knife shaking. The man just gave you a grin, slowly walking over to you with his hands held in front of himself as a show he means no harm.

Once he was only a few feet in front of you, he gave you a slight bow.

“Lucifer Morningstar, darling!”

You blinked at him.

“Uh. Are you trying to rob me?” You cocked your head to the side. You haven’t been robbed before, but you were pretty sure this isn’t how robberies work. “No, you’re doing it wrong if you are. Are you a Jehovah witness? I told you guys to stop breaking in !”

“Er,” The man reached forward and pushed on your butter knife, lowering your weapon. It wasn’t something he was particularly afraid of, but he didn’t want to find out if he should be. “Quite the opposite actually– wait, they’ve broken into your house before?”

You let the butter knife fall to the ground. “They used to do it like once a month.” You pointed to a window behind the man. “That’s why that window is boarded up.”

The man did an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, looking over to the window in question. This would be a perfect opportunity to try and stab the man, but you were too curious and if he was being nice now , you mise well savor it. You should really call the cops though.

“Who are you?”

“I already told you my name–”

“I have my doubts that’s your name.”

The man looked almost offended, crossing his arm over his chest and huffing.

“It is!”

“You sound like a cultist.” You commented. You pushed yourself off the ground, standing with the supposed ‘Lucifer’. You noticed quickly you had a few inches on him, but otherwise he seemed like a semi-normal man.

“I’m more-so the Devil.” He replied. Lucifer started tapping his foot on the ground, a bit of impatience creeping up on him.

“Ah, yes, the Devil himself broke into my house. How believable .”

“You’re being difficult.”

You raised an eyebrow at the man, leaning back against the table behind you.

“You don’t look like the Devil, Lucifer.”

As you said that, the tv flashed an image of Good Omen’s version of Satan on the screen. You gestured for Lucifer to look at it. There was a sour look on his face as he did.

“You humans' depictions of me get weirder and weirder,” He muttered, shaking his head at the sight. He turned back to you with a look of determination. “How about I prove it to you?”

With a flick of his wrist, the two of you seemed to be teleported to a different room, the walls covered in large windows and decorated in tacky wallpaper everywhere else. You were sitting at a table, a teacup in front of you. Slightly above it was a levitating teapot, pouring its contents into the cup before moving to pour into another cup, this one sat in front of Lucifer. He had a more businesslike suit on. You looked down at yourself, seeing a red dress on you instead of your normal lounge-wear. There were two more chairs at the table, both with a unique rubber duck sitting on each.

“How– how did you do that? Am I dreaming?”

Lucifer made a jazz hands motion. “Magic! You are awake.”

What looked to be a clone of Lucifer walked over and grabbed the teapot from the table, but before he walked away, he gave you a hard pinch on your shoulder.

“ Ow !”

The clone snickered, then disappeared.

Lucifer then snapped his fingers, the entire scenery disappearing around you. Your clothes were reverted back to normal, as was his, but now the two of you were sitting on your couch. Lucifer handed a cold, full can of soda over to you.

“You, you’re–”

“The Devil himself, yes!” Lucifer took a sip out of the teacup he seemed to still have, sticking his tongue out a bit and the hotness of it that he wasn’t expecting. You noticed it was forked, adding onto the absurdity.

You set the offered soda on the coffee table before scooting a bit to the side away from Lucifer. As you did this, you gripped at your forearms, trying to close yourself off from the man. He paid no mind to your movements, and kept talking.

“I need a favor,” Lucifer stated, figuring that beating around the shrubs would put him more into a time constraint than he already was. Lucifer set his tea down on the table next to your own drink. He turned his body towards you.

“A favor?” You squinted at him. You were still convinced this was some awful dream. That you would wake up on your couch in a few moments, no Devil sitting next to you and the streetlights shining in reminding you that you slept for too long. But when none of that happened, you just decided to hear the Devil out.

“I have a slight issue, and I was hoping you’d be able to help me.”

“If you’re asking to have sex with me, I’m going to have to decline–”

“No,” Lucifer cut you off, looking mildly disturbed. “No no no, no. Not that. Oh Satan no .”

“Did you just–”

“Different guy! I don’t want to fuck you.” Lucifer looked you up and down, before shaking his head. “I need to date you!”

“Ehm– Usually I prefer being taken to dinner out first?”

Lucifer stood up. He brushed down his shirt, smoothing the wrinkles. He looked down at you and rolled his eyes.

“I need someone to pose as my date tomorrow night. Just for a night.”

“Your date? For what?”

“The Sins and I– Uh, we have a party every once in a while. To celebrate another century of Hell not having collapsed on itself.”

You gave Lucifer a nod, before glancing down at his hands. There was a golden band on his ring finger.

“Shouldn’t you take your wife to this event?”

Lucifer looked down at the ring on his hand. A small blush appeared on his face as he moved the hand behind his back.

“We’re divorced.”

You raised an eyebrow. Definitely a can of worms you didn’t want to deal with. You stood up alongside Lucifer, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him.

“Look, I don’t really know a whole lot about the religious lore you come from, but aren’t there other people who live in Hell? Couldn’t you ask them?”

“My ex-wife,” Lucifer started, an annoyed tone creeping back up his throat, “Was a human. There’s no humans in Hell.”

You gave him a little hum. “Wouldn’t your sin-ly friends notice you have another woman with you?”

“They already know about the divorce, it's the media that assumes I’m still married, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.”

“I’ve never met your wife, but I’m pretty sure I don’t look like her, Lucifer.”

“Sure you do!” Lucifer raised one of his hands to the top of your head, comparing the high difference between the two of you. He stuck his tongue out as he thought. Lucifer then held a piece of your hair in his hands. “You’re about the same height. If anyone asks, I’ll just say you dyed your hair.”

“You don’t even know who I am. Why are you asking me? Why not ask some woman from the cults that follow you?”

“Those people are nuts! Besides, you seem nice enough. Haven’t stabbed me at all, that's pretty much all I can ask from a wife.”

“How did you even find me?”

“Well,” Lucifer clasped his hands together in an awkward manor, his cheeks reddening. “I kind of opened the portal right inside your little house here,”

“Apartment.”

“Apartment. You should really upgrade this. But uh, by the looks of your calendar over there,” Lucifer pointed towards the kitchen, his sights on the calendar you had hanging on your fridge. “You happen to be free tomorrow night.”

“How– How long have you been in here?”

Lucifer counted a few fingers on his hand. “Maybe three hours?”

You gaped at him. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Sighing, you let yourself fall back down onto the couch. You rubbed your face with one of your hands.

“You know what, Lucifer? I’m feeling generous.” You stated, taking the hand off your face to look back up at Lucifer. He grinned at your words. “But! I know about you demons and your little deal things. What am I getting out of this?”

Lucifer chuckled. “Of course I wouldn’t ask you this without something in return.” Lucifer held his hand out towards you. Angelic energy seemed to dissipate off of it at the motion. “A favor from me at any time of your choosing. You get to fully keep your soul, too! The favor can be anything.”

Despite the skeptical look on your face, you decided hey, why not? What was the worst that could happen, anyways? You die? You weren’t fond of death, but now knowing the afterworld did actually exist, the fear you originally had dissipated with every second that went by. You grasped Lucifer’s hand with your own. The grin re-appeared across his face, looking almost creepier this time as the room around you seemed to glitch and turn red and gold. A rush of air passed you two, and you were able to make out the symbol of a star below where you stood.

Lucifer let go of your hand, the room around you turning back to normal.

“It’s a deal! I’ll pick you up at 8,” Lucifer turned to the side, flicking his wrist and opening a golden-ringed portal beside him. As he stepped though, he let you know one last thing. “There’s a purple dress in your closet for you!”

And the dress was there. This whole thing seemed ridiculous. After Lucifer left the day before, you passed out on your couch for the night. Thinking it was a dream, you almost weren’t going to bother reminding yourself to get ready, but you felt a weird tugging sensation, convincing yourself to take a peep in your closet for that supposed purple dress. It was on a hanger, a yellow sticky note on it saying ‘don't forget!’ with a little doodle of a rubber duck. It took you a couple minutes of fumbling to get the outfit on properly, but once you did you were quick to put on some simple makeup and black heels, finally getting the chance to take a good look at yourself in your roommate’s full length mirror a few minutes before Lucifer was supposed to pick you up.

Almost like he sensed you were ready, a golden portal much like yesterday appeared besides you. You watched as Lucifer stepped out of it. Instead of the shirt he wore yesterday, the man had on a white dress shirt with matching white pants. He was wearing the same black boots from yesterday, his hair pushed back in the same way but with a top-hat resting on it. You noticed a snake was wrapped around it, as well as an apple pinned to the side next to his pseudo crown. The snake blinked at you.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as he looked at you, and he almost dropped the cane that he was holding. A slight blush spread across his face. “You look nice,” he stuttered out.

You gave him a little smile. “You do too.”

Nice wasn’t even the beginning of it. He looked hot, the sight in front of you bringing an all new meaning to the phrase ‘devilishly handsome’. You had to bite your bottom lip to make sure your jaw wasn’t hanging open.

Lucifer seemed to snap out of his own daze. He held a hand out towards you, a grin reappearing on his face.

“Shall we?”

You took his hand. You let Lucifer walk you through the portal– the sensation was weird, like your skin was being pricked in every spot, your stomach dropping much like how it would on a rollercoaster. The feeling disappeared as soon as it came, and you were presented with the sight of a tall, long hallway. Tiny, impish creatures were rushing back and forth, a few carrying trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Others were holding what looked to be last minute party decorations. Despite their frantic running, none bumped into the two of you as you walked down the hallway.

Lucifer leaned his head towards yours. “You don’t have to speak at all if you don't want to,” he whispered. “But fair warning, no one else down here looks as human as I do.”

You nodded, turning your head slightly to look over at him.

“How long will this last?” You questioned. You didn’t have anywhere to be, but you were curious to know if this was an all night party or not.”

“Not as long as you think,” he replied. “If you need to abandon ship at any time, let me know.”

The two of you came to a stop. You turned back in front of you, and you were presented with the sight of a large ballroom. It looked similar to the one from the movie the Beauty and the Beast, but this room was filled with various different creatures, each of wildly different heights and features. Some of them looked like the imps you saw in the hallway, but others had the features of birds, sharks, and any other animal you could think of, there was at least one of them. They all looked classy, making you feel out of place. You started to shrink in on yourself, before feeling one of Lucifer’s hands firmly on your back, helping you keep your composure. You saw him smile up at you.

“Lucifer!” A deep voice cut you out of your moment, and you turned to see an exceptionally large man with a big puff of hair. You were able to make out two different faces in the hair, one resembling a ram and the other a bull. He had a blue suit on, and next to him was a creature like the imps, but he looked much more robotic than the rest.

“I was wondering when you would show up!” The man placed a hang on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake before he looked over to you.

“ Lilith .” He winked. His voice was loud enough to attract the attention of others, who were muttering to each other, a few pointing at you. Lucifer explained that the other Sins knew he was divorced, but the rest of Hell’s population didn’t. Lilith must've been the name of his ex-wife.

Lucifer’s hand slid down to your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

“Asmodeus, it’s very good to see you. Have you seen Beelzebub?”

Asmodeus nodded, then tilted his head to an area on the other side of the room. “Last I saw her she was at the snack table.”

Asmodeus then leaned in closer to the two of you, his voice lowering so only you two could hear him.

“She looks very similar to Lilith.” Asmodeus commented, looking over at you a bit more intensely. You could almost feel the demonic aura he gave off.

“Do you think anyone will notice?” Lucifer’s voice was laced with fear. Asmodeus chuckled.

“When I saw you two walk in, I thought you somehow convinced Lilith to attend.” Asmodeus gave him a reassuring smile. Lucifer returned it. Asmodeus gave Lucifer a pat on the back, before standing up straighter like he was before. The Sin put his hand on the shoulder of the people with him.

“It was wonderful to see you two again,” his voice was as loud as it was before. He nudged the person with him, signaling for the two of them to take their leave. “Hopefully we can catch up more later!”

With that, they disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Lucifer alone together once again. Lucifer let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Thank Lucifer that worked,” He huffed, planning a hand on his chest dramatically. You patted him on the back, before pushing him to walk with you.

“Save the theatrics for later, maybe?” You suggested. “He said Beelzebub was at the snack table.”

“Yes! Thank you,” Lucifer pulled you with him, making your way across the floor. You were about halfway there before the lights dimmed. Music started to play, echoing across the walls to the point where you were unsure of where it was coming from. A spotlight lit up on the middle of the floor, right over where you and Lucifer were standing. The other demons around you backed up out of the light, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucifer gave you a sheepish grin, leaning in by your ear.

“I thought there would be a little more time.” He whispered, before leaning back and holding his hand out towards you.

“Care for a quick dance, my love?”

The light on his pale skin did the opposite of washing him out– It seemed like it enhanced his features. The suit was a creamier white than it looked earlier in your bedroom. The golden wedding band was still on his hand, reflecting the light off of it to who knows where. The snake was asleep now, too. You were able to see the stray pieces of hair sticking out in random directions, and you were able to see the tiny scars that adorned his face from years of living. It only made him look more handsome, you quickly decided.

You took his hand, allowing him to swing it across his shoulder, his other hand nudging your other arm to join in. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to his body. The two of you started to sway along with the music. Lucifer led you into a classic waltz, going slowly to gage how comfortable you were with it, and once you got a handle on the movements, you dancing picked up speed. The room around you was devoid of chatter, and all eyes were on the pair in the middle. You were sure you saw Asmodeus smiling out of the corner of your eye, but you were too focused on Lucifer in front of you. His expression was soft, full of admiration and love. You felt Lucifer twirl the two of you together, before grabbing onto one of your hands and pushing you into an assisted spin. As you stumbled to the side, Lucifer gracefully brought you down into a dip, holding you gently by your waist as he looked down at you with a smile. You stared back up at him, the pounding of your heart drowning out the music around you. Lucifer was about to speak, but was cut off by you stumbling out of his grip, backing up with a look of panic on your face.

“I– I need to use the restroom,” you stuttered out, before rushing out of the spotlight and pushing through the crowd to the direction you assumed was the bathroom.

Slipping through the doors, you let out a tiny cry as you slid down the wall next to you. You hugged our knees to yourself, your breath ragged. You could feel yourself start to cry. I barely know the guy , you thought as you tried to stop yourself from making noise.

“I can’t be upset, this is just for show.” You berated yourself. “You don’t like him. He’s just a hot, kind guy who needed help! It doesn’t– it doesn’t matter how lovingly he looked at you. He’s probably pissed at you for running away,” Your voice kept getting cut off by your own hiccups.

“Stupid!” You barely heard the door to the bathroom creaking open.

“Is someone in– Oh my Satan , girl, are you okay?”

You looked up, your face stained with tears and mascara. The girl closed the door behind her, locking it before turning to face you fully again. Her skin was yellow and blackish, reminding you of a bee. But unlike a bee, she had dog-like and fox-like features adorning her body and very colorful hair with a matching tail. She also had four arms, compared to the two a lot of demons in the place had. The girl kneeled down on the ground m, reaching a hand out and gently resting it on your shoulder.

“I’m okay,” you sniffled. You let go of your knees, letting your legs droop down to the floor. The girl properly sat down next to you. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a little packet of tissues.

“Your face says otherwise,” despite her joking, her voice was soft and full of concern.

“I’m Beelzebub. My friends call me Bee, you can call me Bee,” She grinned. You returned a weak smile to her. This was the Beelzebub Lucifer needed to talk to, you determined. You hoped she wouldn’t try harming you for the stunt you just pulled, but she seemed way too nice to hurt even a fly.

“I uh– I saw you run from Lucifer,” She gave you a little punch on the shoulder. “Need me to rough him up for you?”

You snorted. She definitely didn’t want to kill you.

“I panicked,” You offered. You looked at the wall across from you. It had some trashy, 90s era wallpaper on it.

“Tell me bitch,” Beelzebub poked at your head. “What's going on in there?”

“He’s kind of cute?” You confessed, playing with your fingers. You felt Beelzebub shake beside you, trying to hold back a laugh.

“So you dipped? Girl, I get it,” Beelzebub let out a sigh. “Reminds me of the first time I went out with Tex.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You– You ran away?”

“To a whole different ring, baby! But you know what I did?” You tilted your head at her, questioning.

“I went back, decided hey , Why the fuck not? It can only go somewhere if you let it,” Beelzebub winked at you. She pulled you into a hug with all of her arms. It was comforting, and helped you fully ground yourself. You wiped a few stray tears off your face.

Beelzebub helped you up off the ground. She pulled out a little makeup kit from her purse, and after a little fumbling around she was able to help you replace the mascara that was smeared all across your face. Once she determined you looked pretty enough to return to the party, she guided you out of the bathroom. With one shove towards the direction you assumed Lucifer was in, Beelzebub winked at you again.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,”

You made your way into the crowd, pushing past clusters of people as you looked around for Lucifer. You were tempted to shout for his name, but the moment you opened your mouth you were yanked to the side, a squeak coming out instead. You felt yourself being pulled into another room, though before you could let out a scream, a hand was placed over your mouth.

“It’s just me,” You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the new lighting. Lucifer was standing in front of you. He released his hand from your mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his other.

“I didn’t–”

“I’m sorry!” You blurted out, cutting him off. “I didn’t mean to run away,” your voice got quieter as you spoke. Lucifer looked onto you with worry.

“It’s okay! I’m not mad– Did I make you uncomfortable?” He backed up a little bit, letting you have a little personal space.

“No, you didn’t. I just,” You looked everywhere but Lucifer’s eyes, unsure of what to say. Should you tell the truth? Should you like and say you just really needed to use the restroom? But when your eyes fell back onto Lucifer’s gaze, you were compelled to let him know the real reason.

“I panicked,” You confessed, mirroring what you told Beelzebub.

“Why?” His voice was soft. He leaned back into your personal space, his hands slightly in the air as if he wanted to check and see if you were fully alright.

“Did you not want to dance with me? You could’ve said so, dear,”

There he was with the endearments again. “No, I loved it,”

Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. “Did someone scare you? I can go take care of them if you point them out–”

You tuned out Lucifer’s voice, too focused on his face and how it moved as he spoke. It was enticing, really, seeing his lips open and close with every word he spoke. You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.

It only happens for a few seconds, before you yanked yourself away in fear of what you just did. You started stuttering out apologies, pushing yourself against the wall behind you and gripping your forearms. You shut your eyes tightly. This is it, you thought, this is where he kills me .

You felt a hand on your face. It was soft, unharming as it pushed you. You opened your eyes to see Lucifer, eyes lidded and face softened. His hand properly cupped your cheek, pulling you back to his face as he kissed you in return. You gasped, returning the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. You felt him snake an arm across your waist, holding you in place in case you tried to back away from him again.

This kiss was over too soon, Lucifer leaning back and resting his forehead against your own. He had a blush across his face. His breath was as heavy as yours was, and you could hear two different heartbeats racing in the room.

“Let’s get you home,” Lucifer spoke softly, removing his hand from your cheek. He was about to snap his fingers before you stopped him.

“Wait, Lucifer?” Lucifer hmm, leaning in and placing a kiss upon your cheek.

“Can I cash in that favor you owe me?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you.

“Whatever did you want, my love?”

“I want to stay with you.” You bit your bottom lip, your blush turning darker as you spoke. “I think I like you.”

“That’s hardly a favor.” Lucifer kissed you on the lips again. “I wasn’t going to stand by and let you leave me so soon.”

Lucifer pulled your body flush against him, and next thing you know the two of you were falling backwards into a portal, heading to a place that didn’t matter to you as long as Lucifer was with you.

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Lust's Sexiest Couple (Part II)

[Prologue] [I] [II] [III] AO3 Link

Weakened angelic powers and one mishap with a rogue exorcist later, Lucifer is injured. As the looming threat of war with Heaven hangs above his head, and the delay of getting a healing spell from Stolas, Lucifer is forced to make a decision. New to the Pride Ring, you land yourself a job at I.M.P.-- the Immediate Murder Professionals. Desperate to make some money during a client-low, Blitz agrees to contract out a bodyguard for Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. The catch? You're the one Blitz picks for the job.

Perhaps you should complain. At this point you were convinced Lucifer was being paranoid. You were diligent in your work, checking your side every time you passed an alleyway, and glancing behind yourself every so often. There wasn’t a single soul on the walk.

“The sex club?”

The two of you came to a stop in front of Ozzie’s, Asmodeus's infamous nightclub. The building was decorated in pinks and purples on the outside, the walls having tall windows that were too fogged over to see into. The entrance had heart-like decor, and was blocked by a stern-looking hellhound. Right next to the hellhound was a line of imps, succubus, and hounds waiting to get into the nightclub.

“I wasn’t very fond of the idea either.”

You slipped your pistol back into your bag, following Lucifer as he got in line with the others. You figured it was probably a bad idea to open carry in a whore house.

“Name?” The security guard seemed bored, staring down at his clipboard and not sparing a single glance at the King of Hell when you two made it to the front.”

“Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar,”

The hellhound glanced up, giving no reaction to the sight in front of him.

“Do you have a date?”

Lucifer was taken aback, stuttering as he responded. “What– no, no no. No. I’m here for Asmodeus? To have a meeting?”

The guy’s expression did not change, as if he didn’t care for a word Lucifer said unless it was some form of yes, I have a date.

Lucifer pinched the skin between his eyes. Way to shoot down a divorced man’s confidence, he thought. Without warning, he wrapped a hand around your arm, lifting it slightly to show you off to the bouncer.

“This is my date. Can I go in now?”

You felt your face warm up at the words, a dark crimson spreading across your cheeks. Your thoughts were scattered now, and you barely registered him looping his arm around yours, his hand now firmly placed against your wrist, almost as if he were debating holding your hand to sell the ruse.

The bounder stepped aside for you two, a smirk plastered on his face. As the two of you walked into the establishment, you heard Lucifer muttering something under his breath.

“I am so firing that hound.”

“Can you even do that?” you almost snorted at the thought, attempting to distract yourself from the burning touch of Lucifer’s hand against your skin. The queasiness was coming back, too.

“Just because you’re my date, doesn’t mean you get to question me!”

“Surely I have some say in the matter–”

The two of you passed the last set of curtains, presenting the club’s interior. There were tables and heart-shaped chairs scattered all about, various creatures at every spot, some drinking, some talking, and some clearly on a romantic getaway. At one corner of the building was a bar. There was a big stage against one of the walls, as well. Your eyes widened at the sights.

Lucifer noticed your awestruck look. “Have you been here before?” he questioned, releasing his grip from your arm.

As fast as it came, the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach went away. Perhaps you needed to take some pain relievers. “I’ve only ever seen pictures. It looks more grand in person.”

Lucifer nodded at this. Before you knew it, the man was quickly making his way through the big room, his eyes scanning the floor for Asmodeus. You had to speed-walk a bit to catch up to his abrupt start, but eventually the two of you were side by side.

“Do you see Asmodeus?” Lucifer leaned over towards you, his mouth close to your ear to counteract the effects of the loud music playing around the two of you. You gulped, your face slowly heating up at the mere closeness you two had. Lord have mercy you get sick the first day on the job, you thought. Must be something in the air.

“I do not,” you replied, your voice wavering. You glanced around the room again. “Maybe one of his employees knows? Or–”

Your voice cut off as your eyes landed on one of the tables in front of you. It was a two person table, a pair of imps sitting together. At a glance it wouldn't be unusual, but upon closer inspection , you realized the two imps were your coworkers, Moxxie and Millie.

Lucifer seemed to notice them two, his eyes following your gaze the moment you stopped speaking.

“Aren’t those your coworkers?” He asked. His voice was full of boredom – he didn’t particularly care if your coworkers were there, he just wanted to know why his bodyguard was suddenly M.I.A.

You gave him a nod in return. With all your preparation for the little trip with Lucifer, you forgot about the conversation you had with Moxxie the other night. Apparently he was taking Millie to Ozzie’s for their anniversary. He didn’t tell you when and apparently the when happened to be the same night as Lucifer’s meeting. There was little reason to bother the two on their little anniversary date, so you decided to keep up with the business you had with Lucifer, motioning for him to follow you as you walked off to the side.

“I think if we sat for a bit, Asmodeus might come out from wherever he is.” You declared, stopping short of a table near one of the walls. You pulled out a seat for Lucifer.

“As long as you’re okay with it?”

Lucifer shrugged. “Fine by me, uh,” He took a seat in the chair. The man audibly sighed as he looked over to the stage. “He better not be long though,”

As if on cue, the moment you took your own seat across from him the overhead lights dimmed out, letting the stage be illuminated by pink neon lights as dancers were lowered down on different platforms. An equally pink mist started to fill part of the room as a robotic voice started speaking to the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I see some sexy faces around here tonight!”

You lost your focus on Lucifer as the two of you looked to see one of the dancers take a step onto the larger stage. His body seemed to match his voice, a jumble of electronic arms and legs moving the man around with ease. You could tell it was far from a robot though, its face and tail displaying likeness to an imp. Part of you wondered what happened to the imp, but it wasn’t your place to speculate.

“Welcome, welcome to Ozzies, Lust Ring’s number one place for all kinds of sick, twisted fantasies.”

“That's his assistant, Fizzarolli.” You looked over to Lucifer, Fizzarolli’s voice drowning out into the background.

“I remember it now– the two of them put on a little show or something at the beginning of the night,” Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck, a look of guilt spreading across his face. “I figured we’d arrive after that. I guess we made it just on time.”

Lucifer looked down at the menus set on the table before glancing up at you. “If you want a drink, I can cover it.”

“Nonsense,” you replied, quickly adding on when Lucifer gave you a confused look. “I don’t drink on the job.”

He simply nodded.

“Without wasting anymore time, our little opening act is a fresh one coming at us from a little imp from the Wrath Ring, give it up for Moxxie!”

As your sights were set back onto the stage, you cringed at hearing your workers name. Moxxie had mentioned he prepared a song to sing for Millie tonight, but the poor little imp was hoping he wasn’t going to be the opening act. In the end, you opted to tune out the music number they had on the stage.

You were shaken out of your thoughts by a hand placed gently on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Lucifer there, a grin plastered across his face.

“Finally one of the employees recognized me. They have a room in the back we can wait in. Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes.”

You nodded, getting up from your chair and following Lucifer as one of the employees guided the two of you to the back. The last thing you saw before going behind a set of curtains was Moxxie and Millie on one of the high-rise stages. You smiled at the sight. Millie was so going to gush about this next time you saw each other.

“Lucifer! My old pal, glad you could make it.”

Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust, entered the room, his attire a more casual one than the outfit he wore on stage earlier. Trailing behind him was Fizzarolli, who was holding an ice pack to his face. Despite the weathered down state, he seemed as happy as Asmodeus was to see Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly stood up from the couch he was resting on, walking over to give his friend a quick handshake.

“It’s been a long time,” Lucifer replied, a sheepish grin adorning his face.

“Indeed it has. Unfortunately it couldn’t be under better circumstances.” Asmodeus took his eyes off Lucifer, looking around the oh-so-familiar room. His eyes landed on you. You were sitting on a different couch than the one Lucifer was, your pose a bit closed in as the other Sin looked down at you. If Lucifer’s height was taunting, Asmodeus was purely terrifying.

“Who’s your little friend?” He inquired, walking over to stand a few feet in front of you. Asmodeus leaned down to get a better look at your features.

“His date, obviously!” Fizzarolli cut in, snagging the open space next to you. He slung an arm across your shoulder, holding you tightly against him as he pulled you in for a side hug. “At least, that's what the last bouncer on shift was saying.”

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, straightening himself to give a mudge against Lucifer’s shoulder. “I see you’re finally moving onto new things, Luci!”

A blush spread across Lucifer’s face. “He wouldn’t let me in otherwise!” Lucifer protested, throwing his hands up slightly to defend himself. A bit of red spread across your face too, something Fizzarolli picked up on but didn’t comment.

Asmodeus rested a hand against Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a slight tease. “We’re just messing with you, friend,”

Asmodeus retracted his hand, holding it out towards you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Lucifer mentioned he was bringing along a bodyguard.” A grimace appeared on his face, before disappearing a second later. You shook Asmodeus’s hand.

“I hope you understand, but I can’t really have anyone else listening to this meeting,” Asmodeus started, folding his hands across his chest. “Secret Sin stuff and all that. I elected Fizzarolli there to keep you company. I assure you Lucifer is safe in my hands.”

You nodded at that, glancing over at Fizzarolli– who seemed to be extremely excited about this situation– before smiling at the two sins. Lucifer gave you a grin and a thumbs up back, following the Sin of Lust out of the room and presumably to some office.

The room was silent now. You figured Fizzarolli would try and talk to you, considering the excitement on his face from the moment his eyes landed on you, but there was nothing. Mildly concerned, you looked to your side, and was greeted with the view of Fizzarolli staring back at you. Grinning.

“You like him.” Despite the rough voice he held, the words came out smoothly and almost teasingly.

“Wha– what?” You stuttered, your eyes widening at the absurdity. Fizzarolli’s mouth turned to a smirk as he leaned closer to you. Your tail wrapped around your waist in defense.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, babe, its obvious!” Fizzarolli springs up from his seat, standing in front of you. He clasped his hands together.

“Lucifer’s bodyguard! This is just like one of the fan novels I’ve read!” Fizzarolli did a little happy spin, before leaning towards you, grabbing onto your arm much like Lucifer did earlier in the night. “This is my date,” Fizzarolli mocks, fanning his fake blush with his free hand. You yanked your arm out of his grasp, standing up and backing away slightly. Fizzarolli was quicker than you thought. He slung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you close to his body.

“You can’t deny it, little one! I saw that blush on your face,” You reached up to your face, placing a hand on your cheek. “I may be the embodiment of lust’s assistance, but I know a few things about love.”

“You– You’re– You’re ridiculous!” You sputtered out, shaking yourself out of his grip again. A blush spread across your cheeks, the implications of his words finally hitting you. “He’s just– I’m just–”

“A king? And an imp? Look, I can work with a forbidden love story too,” Fizzarolli starts, resting his hands on his hips. You were grateful he was done butting into his space.

“I– no. No, no, no, no. I don’t know what kind of idea you’re getting, but it’s wrong.”

Fizzarolli’s gaze softens. He realizes he might have come off a bit too strong, and decides to sit back down on the couch, patting the spot next to him with a sheepish smile. When you didn’t accept the offer, he sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he stated, folding his hands across his lap. “I thought–” Fizzarolli shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter what I thought– You aren’t crushing on Lucifer.” Fizzarolli raised an eyebrow when you shook your head. “Really? No offense, but you look like how I– you look like you do. Your eyes were almost always on Lucifer when we were talking to you, and,” He pointed down to your tail, which was now resting on the floor only slightly in defense. “Your tail wagged every time he looked at you.”

“It did!?” You squealed, kneeling down to grip tightly at your tail. What a traitor.

“What do you feel whenever you look at Lucifer?” Fizzarolli questioned, leaning his head on his fist. “Horny? Smitten? Ooh, do you get butterflies?”

You pursed your lips. “Sometimes I feel a little queasy–”

Fizzarolli grinned. He left his spot on the couch and kneeled in front of you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder. “Your secret is safe with me!”

Fizzarolli proceeded to tease you for the next half hour following that conversation, which you vehemently denied any type of feeling besides business when it came to Lucifer. ‘He’s my boss, I barely know him!’ you would argue, which Fizzarolli would bring up how quickly that could change. All in all, most of those objections turned into Fizzarolli talking about sex, and in the end Fizzarolli gave you his phone number, making you promise to text him when you finally come to your senses. Now you were at Lucifer's side once again, walking back down the streets of Lust as he rambled on about the plans for the next two days.

“We’ll stay at Le Trou for the night, and we can pick up the package from Asmodeus tonight.” Lucifer slows to a stop, before turning to look at you, anticipating your reaction.

“That sounds good, Your Majesty.” Lucifer cringed at your words.

You looked behind Lucifer briefly, and were met with a shadowy figure.

“You know–”

“Get down!” You cut Lucifer off, shoving his shoulders to get him low on the ground with you. Just as the two did, a loud popping noise filled the air. You were quick to react, pulling out your tiny pistol from your belt, aiming it at the source of the noise. You pulled the trigger. The figure fell down to the ground, a loud grunt and whine coming from it. Their own gun flung from their grasp, skidding across the sidewalk and onto the streetway. Once you were sure the other man was disarmed, you helped Lucifer up to his knees.

“Are you okay, sir!” You frantically tried brushing the dust off his suit. Without a word, Lucifer reached up to grab your hands with his own, stopping you with your fussing. Your eyes widened, staring at him.

“Thank you,” his voice was filled with awe as he stared back at you, the grip on your hands tightening. It was this moment you finally got a good look at the man. Under the deep blue light of the Lust Ring, complemented with the purple streetlamps overhead the two of you, Lucifer’s skin seemed to adopt a purplish color, the blonde of his hair looking almost blue in the shadows. The yellow glowing of his angelic eyes was soft on his face, but his eyes were a darker red than usual, unable to combat the blue light. Behind Lucifer, his wings were puffed out in defense, a few of them wrapped tightly in bandages. You started to realize how close the two of you are, his breath warm against your cheek. You could almost hear your own heart trying to beat out of your chest.

You shook yourself out of your daze, feeling heat creep up your face.

“Anytime, sir.”

Lucifer let go of your hands, pushing off the ground to a standing position. He held his hand out to you.

“You can just call me Lucifer,”

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Lust's Sexiest Couple (Part I)

[Prologue] [I] [II] [III] AO3 Link

Curse Stolas for being right– curse him for always being right!

Lucifer paced across the lobby, his sour mood reflected in how his face scrunched up, and how his heels hit the tiles exceptionally hard. It was almost as if he were expelling some angelic energy from him, warning those around him to stay clear. Not even the Radio Demon had bothered to tease the man this morning.

Oh, how Lucifer wished he could call this whole ridiculous plan off. A bodyguard? How pathetic! The news sites were sure to drag him once they caught wind of this, just like how they did when she decided to leave. Dramatically, might one add! Lucifer glanced at the golden ring on his finger. Yet he was too much of a pussy to take it off. Lucifer let out a huff, shaking his head.

He had the whole trip downward to think of some lie to conjure up. Sure the Sins– most of them– would be understanding of Lucifer’s predicament, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. Not that he cared about a sinner’s opinions on him, it just hurt his pride a little bit.

Okay, maybe he cared.

Charlie, bless her soul, had been nagging Lucifer all week about this new arrangement. She was concerned, and she wanted nothing more than for Lucifer to just stay at her hotel, letting Charlie keep an eye on her dad while he healed. She even offered to accompany him on his ventures downward, but Lucifer stood firm in his decision, no matter how much he hated it. He’d feel like a terrible dad bringing destruction to Charlie’s dream. To quell her worries, he offered to introduce the imp before he left. Meanwhile, Lucifer planned to stay back at the barron mansion he called home– if anyone attempted anything at the king, they’d be swiftly taken out by the demonic security he placed a long while prior.

“Do you at least know who it’ll be?” Charlie’s voice knocked Lucifer out of his thoughts, prompting him to look over at his daughter who was standing a few feet away, one of her hands resting on the wall.

“The boss, uhm– bits or something– informed me yesterday.” Lucifer wracked his brain for the name, coming up short. He couldn’t even remember it– Lucifer fished out his phone, tapping around to try and open up his previous conversation with Blitz. Just as he was about to speak again, there was a knock at the door. Lucifer froze.

Charlie’s attention went to the door, the girl quickly rushing over to greet whoever stumbled upon the hotel. As she opened it, she was greeted with the sight of a shorter imp.

“Good morning, Princess Charlotte!” You set your bag down and gave the woman in front of you a slight bow. The pictures didn’t do her justice, you noticed.

Charlie flashed you a grin, quicking moving forward to grasp your hands in her own, shaking it loosely but quickly. “Please! Call me Charlie!” She was quick to inquire your own name, complimenting the tactical outfit you had on. After responding to her, you noticed the king come into view. You gave him a bow, much like the one you gave Charlie.

“Your Majesty.”

“I informed your boss you’ll be out of the office for a few days,” he started, stepping past Charlie and out of the hotel, motioning for you to follow him. “You’ll be accompanying me to the Lust Ring.”

You picked your bag back up, rushing to get back to Lucifer before the two of you halted, hearing Charlie call out to her dad.

“Dad, wait!”

Lucifer turned his head, his body twisted just enough to see her. She rushed over, giving him a tight, side hug. Lucifer returned the hug.

“Stay safe! Bye!” Lucifer grinned at his daughter.

“Goodbye, Charlie.”

The sight was cute, and despite the pure awkwardness that came with standing only a foot away from the interaction, you couldn’t help but smile. Charlie rushed back into her hotel, waving at her dad once more before closing the door. Charlie had a very bubbly personality, and you couldn’t help but hope you’d see her again sometime.

Your attention turned onto Lucifer, who held a derpy smile as he stared back at the building. Somehow, the sight made you feel a bit queasy “So,” you started, distracting yourself from the feeling as you mentally ticked off a box list in your head.

“The bodyguard isn’t for your daughter?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, his face falling to a more neutral, unreadable position. The queasiness you previously felt drifted away as he did so. “No.”

“It’s for you.” You pressed on. You remembered the alleyway once again, now almost completely certain it was from that incident you witnessed, but you knew you couldn’t say anything about it unless Lucifer himself told you. You weren’t that dumb. But a part of you wondered if there was more to this than that golden blood you saw that night.

“I can’t exactly leave the Pride Ring with a target on my back.”

“But why?”

Lucifer simply ignored you.

You held your bag close to your body as you stood next to Lucifer, your legs burning from having to keep up with the man’s long strides. Between the annoyance of how fast he walked and how many terrible shortcuts he insisted on taking the two of you, you still noticed how all the other sinners seemed to part whenever Lucifer came into view. You were certain it was more out of fear than respect, though, knowing how a good portion of the people down here in the Pride Ring were terrible.

A few days ago, you took it upon yourself to research a little more about Lucifer. Despite his status as a Sin and the Ruler of Hell, you knew little about him. In fact, you knew more about that tacky clown, Mammon, than King Lucifer. Regardless, you quickly learned a few key ideas about him.

People did not respect Lucifer. Like at all. Sinners, Hellborn, even hellhounds and imps all thought the man was an absolute joke when it came to running this wretched place. Part of you didn’t blame him though, but you could see the anger the denizens had. He barely made any appearances in Pride, and even few in any of the other Rings– no wonder you barely knew who he was at first. Apparently the only thing he did for his people in the recent years was allowing a yearly extermination to happen in exchange for his family’s and Hellborn’s safety. What a guy.

Speaking of exterminations, there had been one only weeks prior to your occupation of the Pride Ring. You remembered Blitz mentioning it once or twice, where he would quickly follow up with how it didn’t affect them anyways, so there was no need to worry. But he did advise you to make living arrangements elsewhere that day. You found a few news articles on it, and one of the videos that came up was of the King himself. He looked more demonic, a pair of crimson horns jutting out his head, his eyes a shade of red and a whole bunch of eyes that honestly creeped you out. Sinners seemed to have a similar reaction, outright stating their newfound fear of the man. Well, most of them did anyways– some of the reactions were rather horny.

Regardless, the whole situation is how you landed yourself in this exact moment, first in line to the hellevator down to Lust. In fact, you noticed the original departure schedule had changed to fit Lucifer’s needs the moment you two walked into the building. Convenient.

At the sound of a ding, the elevator doors opened, revealing a similar golden pattern the rest of the building had. As the two of you stepped into the empty elevator– that no one else dared to even try and get in,” Lucifer spoke to you once more.

“I have a meeting with Asmodeus. I couldn’t find anyone willing to drive us there,“ Lucifer rolled his eyes, “and I don’t suppose you know how to drive?”

Despite being slightly insulted by his assumptions, you shook your head. He was right, afterwall. The doors closed. You felt the tiny compartment shift, starting its descent.

“Then we’ll walk.”

“How far exactly?” You set your bag down on the ground, leaning down slightly to open it and dig through. You pulled out a tiny pistol.

“I have this for a short, five minute walk, but,” you set the gun next to your bag, reaching in with both hands to pull out another weapon, similar to the first but much bigger. You pointed the barrel to the sky. “I also have a bigger version should it be longer.” Lucifer stared at you, the spot where his nose would be scrunching up.

You bit your lip at the look, your face slightly heating up. “Do you prefer knives?” You suggested, searching through the bag yet again. “I think Millie gave me some–”

Lucifer reached out, placing his hand on your arm and gently pulling it out of the bag.

“It’s– It’s a ten minute walk,” He stuttered, concern laced into the words he spoke, “The small gun will be fine.”

You shrugged, giving him a grin. “If you insist, Your Majesty.”

The elevator dinged once again, a robotic voice coming out a shitty speaker to announce their arrival at the Lust Ring. You quickly shoved your weapons back in your bag, opting to place your pistol in one of your pockets. The doors opened slowly, revealing a lobby similar to the once in Pride. This one, while still decorated with subtle apple and snake motifs, had blue accents replacing the shimmering gold you saw before. The place was filled as much as the one above was, but it seemed to have more succubus than regular imps.

Lucifer led you out of the building. The first thing you noticed as you walked outside was how blue everything else was. Even the sky! It made sense the more you thought about it– Greed was similar, but its whole get-up was the color green. Hell, the Pride Ring had its own red theme going on too. Though the Lust Ring seemed much cleaner than both the Greed and Pride Rings. You noticed the shift in Lucifer’s demeanor, his shoulders relaxing and his face falling into a more chilled expression. Perhaps he enjoyed the cleanliness as much as you did.

You maneuvered yourself to the King's left side, pulling your pistol back out of your pocket. “I’ll take the alleyway,” you announced.

This way, if anybody were to attempt something in a less than visible spot, you had easier access to them. Lucifer seemed to catch on, giving a nod and started his walk on your right without complaint.

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