#lucifer morningstar x non-binary reader

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

TAG-LIST: @x-uno @froggybich @bubbleboy132

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[alastor-simp]

Masterlist I

Second Masterlist -> 😈😈

Twisted Wonderland

Apologizing to Them Series:

Jamil Viper

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Floyd Leech

Epel Felmier

Riddle Roseheart

Kalim Al-Asim

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona Kingscholar

Them Apologizing to you Series:

Riddle Roseheart - Part 1 , Part 2

Vil Schoenheit

Ace Trapolla - Part 1 , Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Headcannons:

Dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Vice dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Azul Ashengrotto with a reader like "Uma" from Descendants

Leona comforting a crying reader

Calling Dorm leaders (minus Vil) Beautiful

Ruggie, Jade, Floyd and Lilia Reacting To The Reader Calling Them Beautiful

Lilia Vanrouge Catches Reader Cosplaying As Them

Watching a Horror Movie with Riddle, Leona, and Azul

Watching a Horror Movie with Kalim and Vil

Watching a Horror Movie With Idia and Malleus

Watching a Horror Movie with Floyd

First Years with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Cater, Ortho, Silver, Neige, Chenya, and Rollo Flamme with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Taking Care Of My Rose - Riddle Roseheart x Sick Female Reader

Black Butler✪

Headcannons

Ciel and Sebastian react to reader who sings like “Ado"

Character Spotify Playlist:

Alastor -> 📻🎶

Angel Dust -> 🕷🎶

Charlie Morningstar -> 🌈🎶

Vaggie -> 🗡🎶

Lucifer Morningstar -> 🦆🎶

𝗛𝗮𝘇𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹/Helluva Boss

Sleeping on his Lap- Alastor x Reader

"Ticklish My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader

Dressing Up As Him - Alastor x Reader

Soothing Sounds📻🌧 - Alastor x Reader

Alastor with selectively mute reader series - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 Finale

Horror Movie Night - Alastor x Reader

La Vie En Rose - Alastor x Reader

Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust x Reader

Poison - Angel Dust x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1 , Part 2 , Epilogue (R-18 Smut Warning)

Sensitive Soul😔 - Alastor x Reader

Special Guest🎙 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Masquerade Ball🎭 - Alastor x Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Hazbin Hotel Gang

I See No Fear In Your Eyes - Alastor x Reader

My My, Aren’t You Adorable - Alastor with Nezuko Kamado Reader

Burnt Out😞 - Alastor x Burnt Out Reader

Pocky Kiss Game😘 - Hazbin Hotel Gang x Reader

Such a Tease - Angel Dust x Fem Human Reader: Part 1 , Part 2 Finale

A What Now? - Alastor with Non-Binary Reader 💛🤍💜🖤

Bon Appétit! - Alastor x Fem Chef Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Lucifer Morningstar, Cherri Bomb, Vox, and Valentino

Sickly Deer - Sick Alastor x Fem Reader

Female Demon Who Sings Like Japanese Singer "Ado" - Hazbin Hotel Gang : Part 1 , Part 2

Why? - Alastor x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1

Birthday Boy🥳 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Birthday Smut - Part 1 , Part 2 (Smut MDNI 18+)

Enchanting Lullaby🧜‍♀️ - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

Caught in Her Web🕸 - Angel Dust x Zestial Daughter

“Disgusting, aren’t they?” - Alastor without gloves x Female Reader

Hugging Them Out Of Nowhere - I.M.P Gang + Stolas Goetia

Returning The Favor - Alastor x Sick Female Reader *Sequel to Sickly Deer*

Be My Valentine- Alastor x Fem Reader (Valentines Special)

Sudden Attraction❤️‍🔥 - Alastor x Female Reader (Rated Mature, R-18, NSFW)-Not for Minors

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacts to Sally Face Reader

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacts to Pokemon: Part 1

[noemilivv]

I saw that your request are opened! if so could i request a lucifer morningstar x transmasc!reader (Fluff/comfort(?) Like headcanons or even a oneshot! , its fine if you cant do this!

-🌙//Moon anon!

hello 🌙 anon!! ofc i can do that for you!! i only do gendered readers when plot relevant so i tried to have it make sense for all the transmacs out there!!

i’m a very fem afab non-binary person, so i may not understand all of this to the best of my abilities, if something is incorrect/disrespectful lmk❤️

Lucifer helps transmasc!reader while on their period

Romantic Headcanons

Luci had a wife and a daughter, he knows periods pretty damn well.

Although, he knows it’s different for you, due to your identity and dysphoria.

He’ll do the basics like heating pads, snacks, cravings, etc. But he’ll also be sure to throw in some masculine nicknames to ease any dysphoria that makes your day a bit more bleh than usual :(

Ultimately though, he understands the spectrum of trans masculine and the binary for that is quite wide, so if anything doesn’t apply to you, just tell him, and whatever he can do, he’ll do it !

[valeriemorningstar]

Hi👋 so please call me Valerie oh and I use she/they pronouns and I’m a woman just so you know

So anygays I created this side blog cause I want to write more and write in particular x reader stuff but my main blog isn’t really about my writing it’s more about my aus and just random stuff in general

Alright now on to requesting stuff and what I’m willing to write

First of all I’m only going to write female or gender neutral readers

You can request headcanons or oneshots or if you want a continuation of a oneshot

I will write romance but just with the female characters and non-binary characters but I am willing to write poly relationships with a woman and a man and I also will do platonic with famale male and non-binary characters

I’m also going to write about teen and child readers as well as adult readers

Alright now on to the shows I’ll write about

Hazbin hotel and Helluva boss

Characters I will write romantically for

Poly Charlie x Vaggie x reader

Nifty x reader

Cherri Bomb x reader

Lute x reader

Carmilla Carmine x reader

Velvette x reader

Poly Carmilla Carmine x Velvette x reader

Poly Carmilla Carmine x Zestial x reader

Rosie x reader

Loona x reader

Octavia x reader

Poly Millie x Moxxie x reader

Queen Beelzebub x reader

Characters I will write for platonically

Charlie Morningstar

Alastor

Husk

Vaggie

Nifty

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer Morningstar

Carmilla Carmine

Velvette

Vox

Lute

Adam

Zestial

Bilzo

Loona

Moxxie

Mille

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Stolas

Octavia

Queen Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Now on to what topics and genres I’m willing to write about

Abuse

Torture

Kidnapping

Death

Injuries

Sickness

Mental illness

Suicide

Hurt/comfort

Comfort

Fluff

Whump

Romance

What topics and genres I’m not willing to write about

Incest

Romantic Child x adult relationships

Rape

Smut

If there’s any thing that you want to request And it’s not on either list just send it in more likely then not I’ll be fine doing it and I think that’s it

Anygays thanks🙏for reading this

[x-reader-theater]

Doubt {8}

Relationship: Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary: Earth. Home. The people around you, your family, the man you love, the city you now live in. What could be better?

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Body Horror, Lucifer being a Bastard

Word Count: 2043 words

A/N:  Wow. Thank you all for coming on such an amazing journey with me this past week. It's been incredible and I think you for joining me, coming along with me for the ride. This has been a special project of mine and I couldn't have done it without the help of my editor, @mystic-writes​. Please reblog the series and I can't wait to show you all more of my work in the future. Thank you <3 Also, someone recently put together a playlist for this story, which you can use here. I didn't want to share it until the rest of the fic was out, but it has all the songs from this fic there if you want to listen to it as a playlist. (And yes, they got an early look at the chapter's songs so they could put the new songs on there). I will be updating the first chapters with this playlist so anyone who's just now reading it can use it to listen while they read. 

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here, but please still reblog and share.

[Prev.] <= [First] 

Chapter 8: The Rise

[Now Playing: Break my Heart by Dua Lipa]

You stand on the second floor of Lux, overlooking the rest of the club, a drink in your hand. You glance over to your right and see a woman looking at you, smirking, and you smile back. She moves her way over to you, the air shifting around her and a chill goes down your arms. The simple white t-shirt you're wearing with your blue jeans aren't exactly the warmest clothes, but in Lux, it's hard to be cold with all the bodies packed so tightly, and as the woman leans up against you, you feel warmth radiating from her. 

"What are you doing in a place like this?" She asks, her voice low and sultry. 

You smile when you feel a body press up behind yours and a familiar voice say, "Sorry. They're not available."

The woman nods tersely and walks away, and you turn around, kissing Lucifer. He pushes you against the railing, and you smile into the kiss. 

"We shouldn't do this here…" you whisper with a smile and Lucifer groans.

"But I want to show that you're mine," he says. 

You smile and glance around at the people who are looking at you. "I don't think that's a problem, Lucifer."

He smiles and kisses you again, before pulling away and grabbing your hand. He drags you to the elevator, pushing everyone else out of his way, before hitting the button to go up, and the doors close behind you. Lucifer pushes you up against the elevator wall, moving his lips down your neck, and you groan with a smile, running your fingers through his hair and pulling. 

"You're enjoying… that aren't you?" He asks between kisses and you lean into him more. 

"It's a new feature I'm excited to explore," you say with a smirk, and Lucifer pulls away from your neck to look at you for a moment, before kissing you. 

The bell rings and the doors open on Lucifer's penthouse. He pulls away and drags you into the large room, where you see Maze, her ligamented face smiling back at you. 

You raise your eyebrows when she quirks a wry smile your way, and you catch what she tosses at you. 

"Here," she says as you watch the silver, glinting handcuffs. "You'll need these." 

You grin and pull Lucifer into his bedroom, your wings already extended. 

[Now Playing: Never Knew Love Like This Before by Stephanie Mills]

"I think I'm actually really good," you say in Linda's office, sitting across from her. 

"Oh, well I'm happy to hear that," she says, leaning back. "Why do you think you're feeling so good right now?"

You shrug. "I'm in a… relationship, well, as much of a relationship as you can have with Lucifer. I have friends, Chloe and I are… talking, and that's a start, and I got answers," you list, and Linda is smiling at you. Actually, genuinely smiling at you. 

"I'm so happy for you, [Y/N]. You sound like you've really found yourself," she says, and you nod. "Now, that doesn't mean I want you to stop seeing me…" she says, putting a hand out, and you nod. 

"I know," you tell her simply, and she leans back, a surprised and impressed look on her face. 

"Oh! Oh, okay. Good," she says, nodding, and you smile. 

"Thank you, Linda. Without you, I don't think I could have done half as well as I have," you say, and Linda smiles. 

"You're welcome. Now, tell me more about this relationship with Lucifer?" Linda asks and you laugh. 

"Well, I told him I loved him a few nights ago…" 

[Now Playing: Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin]

You walk into Lux, making your way to the bar where you know Maze is. You're surprised, however, to see Lucifer and Chloe there as well. 

"Ah! Angel!" Lucifer exclaims, waving you over. You smile and sit next to them at the bar. "How are you?" 

You smile and nod. "I'm… good. I'm really, good," you respond. 

Lucifer grins and grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. You smile, but look around him at Chloe, who's sipping her alcohol, trying not to look like she's watching the two of you. She's failing miserably at it. 

"How are you, Chloe?" You ask, and she looks up at you. 

"Huh? Oh! I'm-I'm good. Sorry, I'm a little distracted. There's a lot going on with work right now," she says, taking another sip. 

You smile. "No worries. I understand that." 

She smiles at you, and Lucifer says, "Yes, there's quite a bit to catch you up on." 

You smile and accept the drink Maze offers you, repaying her with a nod, which she returns. 

And you sit and listen to everything Chloe and Lucifer did in the past week. 

[Now Playing: Laughing With by Regina Spektor]

You look around as you walk down the street, watching people pass you by, on their phones, their hands on their purses and backpacks, talking to one another, or walking alone. You smile at the church where you met Father Lawrence for the first, and last time. Lucifer told you what happened. 

You see a woman sitting on the steps, her head in her hands and her knees pulled up to her chest. You see her shoulders shaking. She's crying. 

You walk up to her, sitting down next to her, and she looks up suddenly, wiping underneath her eyes. "What do you want?" She asks, snapping at you. 

"Why are you crying?" You ask, and she glares at you. 

"Why do you want to know?" She asks, frustrated. 

You put your hands up and say, "I'm just curious. I mean, a woman crying in front of a church all alone. Not exactly a common occurrence." 

She looks at you, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, before she sighs and looks away. "It's dumb," she says, wiping her eyes again. 

You shake your head and smile. "I'm sure it's not."

She scoffs, but bites her lip, looking down at her hands. "In the middle of our sermon, I asked if heaven was really that good," she says, and your eyebrows shoot up. She looks up at you and scoffs, saying as she starts to stand up, "I knew you'd think it's stupid." 

"No!" You exclaim quickly, and she stops. "I don't think it's stupid. It just surprised me. Because I have those exact same doubts."

Now it's her turn for her eyebrows to shoot up, and she slowly starts sitting down again. "Really?" 

You nod. "Yup. I mean, what's so great about staying in one place for the rest of eternity? At least here on earth, there's things to do! Most stuff is banned in heaven. No music, except for gospel, no touching, no sex," you say and her cheeks darken. 

"You sound like you know what it's like up there," she says, and you just stare at her. She laughs you off, waving her hand, like she's trying to dispel the thought. 

You smile at her and place a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to stick with these doubts. Ask questions. And whatever you do, never doubt yourself," you say to her seriously. "No matter what people try and tell you, trust yourself." She nods, in shock slightly, and you smile, standing up. "It was nice meeting you…" 

"Evie!" She says, and you smile. 

"It was nice meeting you Evie. You take care now," you say, and you walk away from her, smiling to yourself. Proud of yourself. 

[Now Playing: Angel Down by Lady Gaga]

You walk into the penthouse, peeling your hoodie off, and placing it on the coat rack next to the elevator. You smile at the familiar sight of the place you call home, the fully stocked bar, the living room with the very comfortable couches, the archway that leads into the bedroom. But you don't go towards any of them. Instead, you walk toward the balcony overlooking Los Angeles. The City of Angels. You laugh at that. An Angel, a Devil, and a Fallen Angel all walk into a city and wreak havoc, fall in love, and soar on feathered wings. What a bad joke. 

But you can't help but laugh. Because, what a joke your life has been so far. At least it's funny, filled with irony and ridiculous situations. 

You lean on the glass railing, the cool night air blowing across your face makes you smile. It's been hot these past few days. Never lower than 95 degrees. The cool air feels nice. 

You extend your wings from your back, spreading them out to catch the wind, feeling the cool air blow through your feathers. 

You think back to that first day you arrived, when your feathers molted off you violently and with a lot of screaming. You think of the bones, of your once beautiful white wings, of the scraping and clacking they made, and of what they've become, the white fading to black, doubt personified. 

You think about Lucifer, his reluctance to help you, to take you in, before ultimately giving up and having fun with it. And you did have a lot of fun with Lucifer, as well as Maze. They taught you a lot. 

You smile, happiness flooding your chest as you think of Linda, your hesitation when you first met her, and then your last session, where you thanked her for pushing you the way she did. 

You think of Chloe, of the jealousy you felt towards her like she did about you, the two of you fighting over something you didn't need to fight over. You may not be friends, but at least she's talking to you now. And that's a start. 

You remember Father Laurence, and your conversation that led him to Lucifer. You remember Detective Dan Espinoza, and planting those seeds of doubt in his head, which you and Lucifer laughed about later. You remember the woman and man who left you at the bar, all because Lucifer was there. You remember your parents, who Lucifer helped you stand up to. It all leads back to Lucifer, him being there when you needed him most, whether that be for a good laugh or a favour, for sex, or even just a good hug after a long day. He's always there for you. 

And you love him so much for that. 

You feel hands on your back, and you jump, but relax when you hear who it is. "Shh… it's only me, Angel," Lucifer says softly, running his hands around the base of your wings before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back. "What are you thinking about?" 

You smile and fold your wings in as you turn around to face Lucifer, before extending them again. "You. Me. How I was when I first arrived," you say, and Lucifer smiles. 

"Yes, that was a… frustrating time, but I think I handled it quite well," he says and you roll your eyes. 

"I think I recall you calling me 'practically a child'," you say and he scoffs. 

"Excuse you, I distinctly remember calling you hot as well," he says and you laugh, leaning forward so your head is on his chest. 

"It feels like so long ago," you say, looking up into his brown eyes. "And yet, it feels like no time has passed at all."

He smiles and kisses you lightly. "That's a perk of immortality, angel," he says, and you kiss him again. 

He presses you up against the railing, but his kisses don't feel feverish, they're not lustful. Because while his body is pinning yours against the glass, he's kissing you slowly, deliberately, as if he's afraid he's going to lose you if he stops. You pull away, taking a deep breath in, and you smile at Lucifer, running your fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, around his shoulder, before your thumb rests against his lips. You lean in, pressing your forehead against his, and you smile. 

"You saved a fallen angel, Lucifer," you whisper. "What do you want to do with them?" 

He smiles and says plainly, "Everything."

[The End]

[theyanderespecialist]

Pet Names By: Lucifer, From Lucifer Netflix To His Darling Whoever They May Be (Yandere) (Netflix Lucifer)

So this is a list of what me and my stunning co author sees a yandere lucifer calling his darling whoever they may be pet names mostly sweet because this Lucifer is a bit more sweet but he is also sexual and can be very serious and supportive and as we see him as a yandere with his darling he be more extra with the pet names mostly to tease the heck out of his darling and make them fluster or to be very sweet and supportive. With his darling this Lucifer would be very much into almost anything sexual because he is legit been around over 4000 years or more! And that leads us to this conclusion, Also yes Lucifer will dirty talk but that is for another post list a different day. Also Lucifer is great at sensing the mood and respecting his darling wishes you don't like a name for a good valid reason that is not that it makes you only fluster he will not use it. Because this Lucifer from Netflix Lucifer is a much better guy but also a man with needs and does a lot of sex so maybe we will tackle the kink list of his and the dirty talk list of his. Anyways enjoy!

-Yandere Lucifer With A Female Darling-

1: Sexual teasing ones

.Baby

.Sweet cheeks

.Cupcake

.Minx

.Darling

.my forbidden fruit

.my little minx

.Mama

.Mommy

.Mistress

.Kitty

.Kitten

.Bunny

.baby girl

.naughty girl

.Sinful delight

.sultry minx.

2: When she is Sad or hurt and the situation is more serious

.love

.honey

.sweetie

.dear

.sweetheart

.hun.

.baby again as it fits more than one.

-Yandere Lucifer With A Male Darling-

1:Sexual teasing ones

.his darling

.love

.baby

.hot stuff

.babe

.honey

.Handsome

.Iron Cheeks

.cock tease

.Angel

.Forbidden Fruit

.apple of his eye.

. Hunk

.Daddy

.Master

2: When she is Sad or hurt and the situation is more serious

.Angel

.love

.His world

.Darling

.baby

.lovely

.honey

.A shorter version of name as it is more of a connection to this situation and I see it more intimate with guys than girls because girls always shorten their names as pet names that is why it is here.

-Yandere Lucifer With A Non Binary or Gender neutral Darling-

(This is up to interpretation as a non binary person chooses what they are most comfortable with so this part of the list may be short)

.dear

.devil

.tease

.love

.his drug

. forbidden fruit

(Again we are shortening this list because it is up to a gender neutral or non binary what they are really comfortable with and that is something we will not with past basic ones)

-Yandere Lucifer With Crossdresser Or Gender fluid Darling-

1: Sexual teasing ones get ready this list will be long XD As well we using Mark as reference as he fits best-

.Buttercup

.Sweetie

.Sexy.

.Sinful treat.

.My hot mess

.Baby

.Naughty girl/boy

.Good girl/Boy

.sugar

.Sweetness

.Mommy

.Mama

.Mistress

.sub

.Bunny

.Kitten

.Kitty

.handsome

.hunk

.honey

.Daddy

.Daddy Dom

.Master

2: When he or she is Sad or hurt and the situation is more serious

.love

.dear

.Beautiful

.Handsome

.Honey

And That was the list we hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all our friends!]

[specialagentlokitty]

Lucifer (Fox) x Teen!reader - for you

Hey, could you maybe write about reader, who is Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe's child and is genderfluid, please? But the reader is afraid of coming out to their parents, but in the end they have enough courage! 😁🏳️‍🌈 Don't feel pressured though! ✨️ Thanks! 🥺🙏🏼 - @prudentia-potentia-est 💜

A/N: with permission from the original requester it has been changed to non-binary

Setting the table, you tried to calm your nerves as you watched the clock tick closer and closer until your mom and dad would come home.

You were plating up dinner when you heard the door open and close.

“(Y/N)?”

“Kitchen mom!” You called.

Your dad came through and you looked up at him with a small smile as you stepped aside to show him the food.

Lucifer smiled brightly as he took in the carefully made meal.

“What’s the occasion?” He smiled.

“Just wanted to cook.”

Lucifer smiled and kissed your head, helping you carry everything to the table while your mom sat waiting.

“So this is why you didn’t come by?” She smiled.

You nodded and sat down, quietly eating your food.

You listened to your mom and dad talk about work and what they had done for the day and you sat there quietly lost in your own head.

Chloe noticed this and she tapped lucifer who also turned his attention to you and they both shared a look as they frowned.

“Sweetheart?” Chloe asked softly.

You snapped out of your head and looked at your mom.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You know you can tell us anything, right?” Lucifer said softly.

You sighed, and finally you realised you couldn’t keep putting it off.

You needed to tell them, you’d thought of every way possible but you couldn’t think of anything else now, so you decided to just come out with it.

“I’m non-binary!” You blurted.

“You’re… what?” Chloe asked you confused.

You sighed and started to explain everything to her, Lucifer smiled at you, giving a small nod of his head so you carried on talking.

And after what felt like an hour you finally stopped talking and anxiously waited for a response.

“Okay.” Chloe said.

“Okay?”

She smiled and nodded, getting up as she walked over, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“If that’s who you are then it’s okay…” she whispered.

You quickly threw your arms around her neck and hugged her tightly, a weight having been lifted from your shoulders.

“You are whoever are (Y/N), and we’ll always accept you for that…” lucifer whispered.

He came over and joined the hug, and you smiled brightly hugging him as well.

This is all you wanted.

To be accepted by your parents

[x-reader-theater]

Doubt {5}

Relationship: Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary:  You work with someone to figure out who pushed you, and you and Lucifer have a heart to heart over music, and the people he surrounds himself with.

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Body Horror, Lucifer being a Bastard

Word Count: 3037 words

A/N:  Sorry for the late update! I have been super busy today, and haven't really had the time to upload. I really, really like the chapter, and it's the first time I'm directly tieing into the first season in a notable way! I really hope you like this and, if you do, please like, comment, and reblog! I keep forgetting to thank her, so for the past few chapters as well as this one, THANK YOU @mystic-writes​ FOR EDITING THIS WHOLE STORY! You are amazing, and 30k+ words is no easy feat. So, thank you. So much. You are amazing. 

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Chapter 5: Broken Hearts Club

"What do we have to talk about, Amenadiel?" You ask, still holding the glasses of water. "Because I have your brother, naked and pliable in his bed, and I would really like to get back to that." 

Amenadiel goes to speak but stops himself as he thinks about what you just said. You sit down on one of the bar stools that like the island connecting Lucifer's kitchen to his living room. Amenadiel shakes his head and addresses you again. "I want to know who pushed you from heaven." 

You perk up at that. "Oh? Why?" 

"Because. They could do it to other angels. And I don't want that to happen," he replies and you roll your eyes. 

"So, you don't want to find out to get me justice, you just want to stop it from happening to others?" You ask, and when Amenadiel doesn't move you huff out a laugh. "Should have known you're too much of an angel to think of me. A fallen." 

Amenadiel steps forward and says loudly, "It isn't like that!" 

You get up from your chair and shush him, putting one of your fingers up towards his face. His breath fogs up the glass you're holding. "Shh!" You lean in close to Amenadiel, and whisper back, "Fine! But we do this alone, or we don't do this at all!" 

Amenadiel nods and you nod back, before turning on your heel back to Lucifer's bedroom. You feel that same chilling wind, and when you look back, no one's there. 

You huff out a disbelieving laugh and push your way into Lucifer's bedroom where you see the man asleep. You, quickly and quietly as you can, set the water down and climb into bed. 

When you lay down next to Lucifer, he reaches over and drapes an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

"Everything alright?" He mumbles into your hair. 

You smile and nod, kissing his chest. "Yeah. Just thinking." 

"Really, because I heard noises in the other room…" Lucifer says. 

You shake your head this time and reply, "No. Just, talking aloud."

Lucifer nods and kisses your head again, and before you can go to sleep, you hear him ask, "So. How was your first time." 

"Messy," you say with a laugh. 

[Now Playing: Church by Lyle Lovett] 

You walk around downtown Los Angeles, watching as lawyers and business people run around each other to get to where they need to go, the tall office buildings that loom over the streets of LA. 

But, right in the middle of the tall buildings made of glass, is a beautiful church. Stained glass windows rise up the sides of the weathered stone, and you see one particularly old one melting out of its frame. 

You also see someone sitting on its steps with a cigarette in their mouth. Getting closer, you notice the white collar. Your eyebrows raise and you walk over to the man. 

You sit beside him, and he looks over, taking the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. "A priest with a smoke. How ironic," you say, pulling your knees to your chest. 

The man smiles and puts away the cigarette. "Heh. Yeah, this is just a little ritual. Something to… take my mind off things," the man replies.

"And what do you want to take your mind off of?" You ask, leaning your head on your knees. The man looks at you confused, like he's afraid of telling you, and you smile sweetly at him. "Would you believe me if I told you I was a fallen angel?" 

The man huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "To be honest, I would believe just about anything right now," the man says and you smile. He sighs and looks over at you, hurt and pain in his eyes. "There's a boy I've been taking care of. Connor is his name. He's at this youth center most days, but the owner is a drug trafficker, getting the kids there to do his bidding. Selling drugs. And I don't want Connor involved."

You nod. "So, what are you going to do?" 

The father sighs and looks away towards the pavement "I'm going to talk to the owner, see if we can work something out." 

"Alone?" You ask. The father looks up at you like he's unsure. "I'm sorry, father…" 

"Father Frank Lawrence." 

"Father Lawrence. But you don't exactly have any authority there. You may have some pull here at the church, but in this youth center, I highly doubt anyone's actually going to listen to you," you say. 

"So, what should I do?" The priest asks. 

You smile and place a hand on his shoulder. "I have a friend, someone who does favours. His name is Lucifer Morningstar. And I think you should ask him for help." 

[Now Playing: Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey]

Lucifer moans lightly and sits up, running his hands over your shoulders and back as you get dressed for the morning. He sits up and kisses your shoulder, up your neck, and eventually at your cheek. You turn and kiss him lightly. "What are you doing today?" You whisper to him, not wanting to break the moment. 

He wraps his arms around you sleepily and places his head on your shoulder. "The detective and I will probably have a new murder we need to figure out." 

You smile and kiss his forehead lightly. "That sounds good."

You feel him smile against your skin, and you lean back into his chest. This is wonderful. This right here makes everything that ever happened, worth it. But you don't know if Lucifer feels the same way. To him, sex is just sex. It doesn't mean anything. And, it shouldn't mean anything to you. But with Lucifer, he's the closest thing you have to someone like yourself. You have never met another fallen angel before, never met anyone who has gone through the same things you have. 

You smile tensely as Lucifer pulls away from you and starts putting on his own suit to get ready for the day. 

Eventually he gets up, fully dressed, and places a kiss on your cheek before leaving you alone. You wait a couple more minutes to make sure he's not coming back, before you walk out into the living room, put your hands together in front of you and you pray. 

The wind whips up around you, and standing there, is Amenadiel. 

"You ready to begin?" Amenadiel asks. You nod.

[Now Playing: Fallen Angel by Poison]

"So, who are we meeting?" You ask, walking down a busy LA street with Amenadiel. "Is this another angel you reached out to?"

"She reached out to me, actually," Amenadiel says, and you laugh. 

"Huh," you say, with a small smile. You have to admit, you're a little excited to see who it is. You've been missing some of the angels from heaven. You remember sitting with Israfil, the angel of God's fire, in one of the many gardens in the silver city, talking about plants and how to take care of them. Israfil wasn't able to touch the plants though, because harming another creature in heaven was strictly forbidden. So, he sat, and watched the flowers bloom, but he could not touch them. 

You walk into the small cafe, and immediately you are greeted by two, large, round eyes staring at you from the other side of a window. You tilt your head, and a cat falls from the shelf it was on, and lands on a table in front of the window, looking at you. 

"What is this place?" You ask Amenadiel. 

"I have no idea," he says. 

You pay for 30 minutes in with the cats with Amenadiel, before the two of you go inside, only to be greeted by four cats all running up to the two of you. They rub up against you, sniffing you, one even tries to climb up Amenadiel's pants. But, Amenadiel just ignores them, walking over to a table someone's sitting at while a cat is in their lap and they're looking out the large windows. 

Amenadiel sits down across from them while you pick up one of the cats, and he says, "Hello, Azrael." 

The Angel in question turns and smiles at Amenadiel, who does not smile back. "What, no more Rae Rae? Are you too old for that now Di Di?" Azrael asks and you walk over to the two of them. She smiles at Amenadiel who rolls his eyes, before looking over at you. "Oh. I know you." she says, and you freeze. 

That's right. Azrael is the angel of death, the one you see before you die. You don't remember anything from before hell though. 

"I'm sorry but I don't remember," you say. 

Azrael nods. "Yeah, yeah, I watched you fall." 

You perk up at that. "You did?" 

She nods. "Yeah! You fell like, a long fuckin' way. Though, you changed course halfway through." 

You look at her confused as she says that. "What do you mean I changed course? Like I turned and instead of landing in San Francisco I landed in LA?" 

Azrael shakes her head. "Like, you were going to fall in Asia, but you were moved over LA."  

You stare at her, your hands letting go of the cat you're holding onto, which just lands itself in your lap and cuddles up. "But, you didn't see anyone move me?" She shakes her head. "Right."

"So, what's your name, anyways?" Azrael asks. 

"[Y/N]," you offer and she nods, thinking. 

"Yes, a few of the others mentioned you. I don't really have time to make it up to the silver city, but sometimes they come down here and see me! Isn't that sweet?" She asks. The cat in her lap reaches up and claws at her sweater, pulling on some of the threads from the large crocheted cat on her chest. Azrael doesn't seem to notice. "Though, there was someone who kept asking about you. Theliel I think it was."

You frown, and when you look over at Amenadiel, he's frowning too. "The Angel prince of love?" He asks, confused. 

Azrael shrugs. "Seems so. They were asking about you a lot. Would come down to earth every few years. Sometimes twice in a year." 

Your frown deepens and you mutter, mainly to yourself, "I've never even talked to them before…" 

Azrael shrugs and leans back, letting the cat in her lap climb up her chest and sit on her shoulder. Amenadiel sighs and turns to you, saying, "I'll try and get into contact with Theliel. See if we can arrange a meeting with them here on earth." You nod and Amenadiel turns to Azrael, who's just sitting there contentedly petting her cat. "Thank you Az-" Amenadiel cuts himself off and looks kindly over at Azrael. "Thank you Rae Rae." 

She smiles and you wave as the two of you leave. When you walk out into the main room, you stop and turn around, and when you look back at the seat Azrael was in, she's gone. 

You smile and walk outside with Amenadiel. 

[Now Playing: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie] 

You walk into Lux late that night. You took the long way home, deciding to walk around the city for a bit before coming back. It's still packed when you get back, though it's not your night to work. You order a drink from Maze at the bar, and chat with her about things that have happened tonight, before taking your drink and going upstairs to the penthouse. 

The elevator is empty, like it normally is, but right now it feels almost… lonely. You should tell Lucifer what's happening, but he already has a lot going on. He's working with the police. He has Chloe. 

Your shoulders fall as you think this, leaning up against the wall of the elevator. You said Lucifer was jealous before, but now, you are. It's nothing you would hurt anyone over. You would never go after Chloe, but whenever you think of her and Lucifer together, something in your heart breaks. 

You want Lucifer to be happy. And if it's not with you, that's okay. You'll move on. But your heart wants him now. And maybe later. 100 years down the line, you'll forget it ever even happened, you'll forget you ever liked Lucifer, move on with someone else. Because, well, you do have eternity. What is 100 years compared to the rest of time? 

The elevator’s doors open on Lucifer's penthouse and you see Chloe and Lucifer laughing and playing the piano together. They're playing something simple, something you don't quite recognize. 

The doors close behind you, but the two don't notice you. You turn around to call the elevator back, pressing the down button over and over again, trying to do so quietly, but it seems they heard you. 

"Ah! Angel!" Lucifer says, stopping his playing. 

You flinch and turn around slowly, a sheepish smile on your face. "Sorry, I didn't know…" You point back with your thumb towards the elevator and say, "I'll go now." 

"No! No. Don't go," Chloe says, standing up from the piano. 

"Wh-what?" Lucifer asks as she walks away toward the elevator. 

"I should really get going. I don't want Dan to have to stay with Trixie too long, and I need to sleep eventually," Chloe says and you move out of her way so she can wait for the elevator instead of you. 

Lucifer breathes out and leans toward her with a smirk. "Oh come now. You don't have to sleep." 

She rolls her eyes and when the elevator doors open, she walks in. "Thank you Lucifer. That was very nice." 

She presses a button, and the doors close behind her. Lucifer sighs and doesn't say anything for a few moments. You lean up against the wall and slide down it, not saying as you bring your knees up to your chest. 

You look over at Lucifer, who isn't saying anything. You get up and walk over to him, sitting down beside him at the piano. You press a note, and Lucifer looks over at you, an eyebrow raised. 

"Do you play?" Lucifer asks and you smile and shake your head. 

"I wouldn't remember if I did," you say with a small laugh. "But in heaven, we used to sing. And while there wasn't any accompaniment, it was…" You smile and look up at Lucifer. "Fun." 

Lucifer smiles and turns to the piano. "Here. Do you know this?" 

[Now Playing: Vienna by Billy Joel]

He starts playing the intro and you nod. 

"Okay. Ready?" He asks, and your smile widens. 

You take a deep breath, and you sing. 

"Slow down, you crazy child, you're so ambitious for a juvenile, but then if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid, hmm?" You smile and lean into Lucifer, who laughs and starts singing. 

"Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You'd better cool it off before you burn it out. You've got so much to do and only so many hours in a day, ayy."

You join Lucifer and the two of you sing, "But you know that when the truth is told that you can get what you want or you could just get old. You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through, ooh. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?"

You smile with Lucifer, and he points to a note for you to hit. You press down on the key and he smiles as you laugh. 

"Slow down, you're doing fine. You can't be everything you wanna be before your time. Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight, tonight." You lean in and kiss Lucifer's cheek, and his smile widens. 

"Too bad but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right, you're right.

"You've got your passion, you've got your pride,  but don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true, ooh. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?" 

You and Lucifer laugh as he goes into the instrumental, and you lean your head on his shoulder, laughing into his very expensive suit. 

He leans into the music more now, closing his eyes and swaying, almost knocking you off his shoulder. You lean back and listen to him play, closing your eyes and swaying to the music.

"Slow down, you crazy child and take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while," Lucifer starts without you.

You jump in and continue with him, "It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two, ooh. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?"

Lucifer drops out and lets you sing the last part. 

"And you know that when the truth is told that you can get what you want or you could just get old. You gonna, kick off before you even get halfway through, ooh. Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you?"

You lean into Lucifer again, him adding in a beautiful set of harmonies, "When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?" 

He plays out the final notes, and you let out a breath. Lucifer's eyes close as he finishes out the song and he smiles and presses the final notes, letting them ring out through the penthouse, echoing off the stone walls and glass windows. Lucifer takes his hands off the keys and places them in his lap, also letting out a breath. 

You laugh a breathy laugh, looking away before looking up, and see Lucifer's eyes are on you, those red, goat slitted eyes and you lean up, kissing him lightly, gently, before pulling away. 

"Goodnight, Lucifer," you whisper quietly. He goes to kiss you again, but you stop him with a hand and get up, walking to the elevator, and getting in as soon as the doors open. 

"[Y/N]..." Lucifer breathes out. 

"Lucifer…" You whisper back.

[x-reader-theater]

Doubt {7}

Relationship: Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary:  You know who pushed you. All that's left is to confront them.

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Body Horror, Lucifer being a Bastard, graphic depictions of violence. 

Word Count: 4415 words

A/N: Wow, we're almost done! This has been a crazy experience and I would not change a thing! I will not be posting tomorrow, but I will be back on Tuesday for the epilogue of this crazy story! Also, I'm thinking of opening my requests for song fics with lucifer. Short things based off songs with male or gender neutral/non-binary reader. What do y'all think about that? Thank you @mystic-writes​ for being such an amazing editor.

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here, but please still reblog and share.

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Chapter 7: On Love and Revenge

You're sitting upright, tracing around Lucifer's scars on his back, never actually touching them, just circling them. Lucifer's laying on his stomach, his head on his arms, and you run a finger down his spine, right above his ass. You lean over and kiss his shoulder, right above his scars. 

"Why did you wait so long to cut off your wings?" You ask, and Lucifer flips around. You place a hand on his chest, which you feel rise and fall slowly. 

"What do you mean?" He asks, his voice low and sultry. You lean forward and kiss him, just because you can. 

"I mean, you've been coming to earth since the beginning of time, and only now you cut your wings off. Why?" 

Lucifer sighs and runs a hand up and down your arm lightly, shrugging and saying, "Sentiment? Pride?" 

You laugh. "Yeah, like you don't have a lot of that." 

Lucifer also laughs and leans up to kiss you. 

And that's when the door is kicked open. 

You don't have time to react, to throw yourself over Lucifer, to extend your wings over his body, because gunshots ring out, and blood erupts from Lucifer's chest. Your wings close around the two of you, the last of the bullets striking your pure white wings, and you watch as blood spills out from Lucifer, soaking into the mattress. 

Looking behind you, you see a man with red-ish brown hair and a large handlebar mustache reload the gun, and one more shot rings out. 

And you wake up. 

[Now Playing: These Dreams by Jim Croce] 

You gasp awake, sitting up suddenly, sweat pooling underneath you and tears running down your face. You feel yourself shaking as you remember the feeling of the dream bullet entering your head, the pain of being killed, of dying again. 

You feel hands on your arms, and you jump as you look next to you and see Lucifer holding you. 

"Y-you're alive?" You whisper, putting your hands on his shoulders and squeezing. 

"Of course I'm alive," Lucifer says with a light laugh. "Is everything alright?" 

You nod, running your hands down his arms and up behind his neck. "Yeah. Yeah. I-I had a bad dream. That's all," you say, leaning into Lucifer, leaning your forehead against his. 

He leans forward and kisses you softly. "I'm okay," he whispers, and you smile. 

You sigh and pull back, leaning away from him slightly. "I-we-" you begin to say,  but you can't find the words. You feel the dream fading, and you need to talk about it before you forget it. "We were in bed. I asked you about your wings, and… and some man stormed in, and shot you, and then shot me and-" 

You can't finish your sentence. You can't say that you died. Not again. 

"Shh. It's okay, Angel," Lucifer says, pulling you into him. You lean against his chest, your shaking body finally stops, and eventually you get up and go to the bathroom, where you close the door and bring out your wings. 

You sigh in relief when you see the tops of your wings still have their feathers. But, they're not fully feathered. Still only the tops are feathered, but you see that the further they go down, they change from white to a light grey. 

They're not pure white like they were before you fell. They've changed. 

And you're scared to know why. 

[Now Playing: Only Angel by Harry Styles]

You groan and roll your head, putting your feet up on the glass coffee table. You throw the notebook with the list across the room. All the names are crossed off except for one, and you know it's not him. It can't be. You don't want it to be. 

You close your eyes, but when you hear the flapping of wings, you smile. "Amenadiel. To what do I owe the pleasure?" You ask, opening your eyes. 

"Do you have any leads?" He asks and you laugh. 

"You sound like Detective Decker," you say, enunciating every consonant in her name. You stand up and grab your notebook up off the floor, the small black cover fitting perfectly in the palm of your hand. "But, no. I haven't been able to find out anything. No one will answer my calls!" You shout the last part up to the ceiling, before sighing. 

"And you don't think I could do any better?" Amenadiel asks, and you laugh. "I'm an angel. They'll talk to me."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are-are you sure about that?" You ask, trying to contain your laughs. "Yes. You're right. You're an angel. An angel who hasn't gone back to heaven in what, five years?" 

Amenadiel goes to say something, but nothing comes out. You sigh and shake your head. 

"This is a waste of time," you mutter to yourself. 

Amenadiel looks up at you sharply and asks, "Why do you say that?"

"Because! I'm never going to find the person who did it! And! What the hell am I going to do when I do find them? Push them too?"

You feel your back ache in a familiar, dull pain when you say these words, but you grit your teeth and ignore it. 

Amenadiel shakes his head. "You need to figure out who it is because you need closure, [Y/N]." He takes a step closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder. "If you want to do it alone, I can't stop you. But knowing who did this can give you some closure."

You smile and nod, laughing to yourself quietly. When Amenadiel looks at you, confused, you say, "You sound like Doctor Linda." 

He laughs and takes his hand away. "Yes, I suppose I do." The two of you laugh and Amenadiel pats you on the shoulder again. "I need to go do some things. Please stay safe."

You nod and reply, "Thank you, Amenadiel."

[Now Playing: Cool People by Chloe x Halle]

You're in the kitchen, writing in your notebook when the elevator doors open, and stepping out of them is not the person you're expecting at all. 

"Oh! Detective Decker. To what do I owe this pleasure?" You ask, closing your notebook. 

She looks at you, curious, before saying, "Lucifer isn't in, is he?" 

You smile and shake your head. "No, but I'll be sure to let him know you stopped by," you say casually, but the detective shakes her head. 

"No, no, that's actually good," she says and you frown at that. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Okay…" you say, trailing off, motioning for her to sit down at the island next to you. She takes the seat and you say, "So. What do you want to talk about?" 

She goes to speak, then closes her mouth, thinking on it, before finally, she says something. "I want to apologise. For how I've been towards you," she says, and you lean back in your chair. "I was so focused on other things, on keeping track of Lucifer and everything he's doing, I just assumed you were another toy of his. Something he was playing with until he didn't want you anymore, like everyone else in his life."

"Everyone but you," you say, and she laughs, looking away. 

"And you," she retorts, and you roll your eyes. But, before you can go to speak, she stops you. "No. I'm serious. He never stops talking about you. '[Y/N] did this! [Y/N] did that! They would know who the murderer is!’"

You smile and look away, putting a hand on your opposite shoulder, feeling your pulse underneath your skin. "And, how do you feel about that?" 

She smiles lightly. "At first, I was jealous," she admits, and you smile. "Someone was taking my partner away. But I know why he was-is so attached to you. You understand him better than I could. And, you have a different kind of relationship with him that I don't want, and don't think I ever could have." 

You nod. "I'm not going to lie. I'm a little jealous as well," you say and she cocks her head. 

"Why?" 

"Because Lucifer is smitten with you! He's wanted to be with you since day one. I'm just… a good time to him," you say, looking away from Chloe.

She shakes her head and leans over towards you. "That's not what I see." You look up at her as she says this. "He's smitten with you. Not me. He knows he's not going to get anything from me." You chuckle, because she's right. She's not like everyone else. You can't see her true self. Unless, this is her true self. But, she's hiding something. Everyone is. So why can't you see it? For the same reason she makes Lucifer mortal? "Does he still do that thing," Chloe starts and you lean into her to hear how she finishes it. "Where, he looks at you like you're the crazy one for suggesting it's not a simple answer?" 

You lean back and laugh. "Uh, yeah! All the time! It's like, 'no, I know I'm right, you just don't want to see it!'" 

You and Chloe laugh together, the first time ever since the day you met her, you've never had something like this with her, and it's nice. You stop laughing and smile at her. "I'm glad to know Lucifer has someone like you in his life," you say, and Chloe smiles back at you. 

"Same goes for you. He really cares about you, [Y/N]," she replies and you reach out, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. 

"You know, the other night, he had the chance to sleep with me," she says, and you pull your hand away. 

"What?" You ask, shocked. 

"Yup," she says, popping the P. "But, he didn't. I don't know why, and I don't know how. But he didn't do it. And I suspect it has something to do with you."

"Huh," you say simply, your mind racing with questions that you figure you will never get an answer to. 

Chloe smiles at you and stands up. "Trust me. It has something to do with you."

She starts to walk to the elevator and you call out, "Wait!" She stops and you ask, "Are you sure you don't want me to tell Lucifer you dropped by?" 

She turns around halfway and smiles lightly, saying, "I don't think he would like it very much if he knew we were conspiring against him."

You laugh and nod, waving as she leaves you alone in the penthouse with nothing but one crushing question. 

Why?

[Now Playing: Holy by Zolita]

You come back to the penthouse after exhausting your names again. Well, all names but one. Lux looked different by the time you walked back in. Rich people in fancy clothing standing around holding champagne flutes and talking. You walked through them in your jeans and hoodie combo, getting weird looks from just about everyone there. 

You made your way to the private elevator as quickly as you could, where you find yourself now, confused and overwhelmed by the crowd. You still don't like being around a lot of people. That will probably never change. 

You take a deep breath as the bell sounds and the doors open "Lucifer! Why are there so many rich people in-" You cut yourself off as you look up and see the gun pointed at your face. "-Lux," you say quietly, swallowing thickly. 

Looking behind the gun, you see a man, with reddish brown hair, and a large handlebar mustache, and a wild look in his eyes. You slowly put your hands up as your eyes go wide, and he moves around you. You slowly back out of the elevator, and he takes your place, pressing a button, and soon, the doors close. 

But you don't relax. 

You rush over to Lucifer, placing your hands on his arms, running them down his chest as you say, "What happened? Are you okay?" 

Lucifer smiles tensely and lets out a breath, grabbing your hands to still them. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me."

You glare at him. "You better not be lying to me, Lucifer!" You exclaim. "That's the man from my dream. The one who killed you. Who then… killed me." 

Lucifer sighs and leans in, kissing your forehead. "He didn't hurt me. I talked him down," Lucifer says. "We made a deal."

You look up at him, frowning. "You what?" 

"Don't worry, Angel. It has nothing to do with you," he says and you shake your head. 

"No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about you, Lucifer. I-" You cut yourself off and look away as you feel a lump rise in your throat.  "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," you whisper, and Lucifer smiles, placing another kiss on your forehead. 

"Don't worry about me, Angel," he says with a placating smile, the best you'll probably get. "I'll be fine. I always am!" 

You smile and shake your head. "That arrogance is going to get you hurt, someday," you say. 

"But that day is not today," he replies and you kiss him, placing a hand on the back of his neck. When you close your eyes, you imagine the face you saw in your dream, Lucifer's other face, with the olive skin and dark hair. 

You pull away, and when you open your eyes, you're a little disappointed to see the same red skin and glowing eyes as before. 

"I just came to tell you I'd be out late tonight," you say, and Lucifer cocks his head to the side. "I'm… getting in contact with an angel. About my fall." 

Lucifer nods slowly. "You'd better come back," he says, and for a moment you think you hear something akin to actual worry in his voice. But it's gone when he says, "Who else could fuck me as good as you?" 

You laugh, a short, tense laugh, and look away, before looking back and kissing Lucifer again. This time, it isn't full of fear and anxiety or even lust. This is just a kiss, full of something you don't want to admit yet. 

You pull away and smile. "I'll be back later," you whisper, before turning around and going out the same way you came in, down the elevator, through the crowd, and out through the front doors into the streets of L.A. to find the one who pushed you. 

[Now Playing: Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier]

You're standing in an empty warehouse, pacing back and forth, running your hands over your arms as you wait for the person you called down to earth. 

You really, really don't want it to be them. If it is, it's going to break your heart. You don't want it to be him. Please don't let it. 

These few phrases run through your mind at a speed you can't keep up with, and you stick your hands in your pockets to try and focus on something, anything else. But you can't. Your mind keeps racing with these thoughts you can't control, and you want it to stop.

And they do, when you hear the folding of wings, and when you turn around, you see, standing there, as brightly lit as ever, Israfil, and your mind goes blank. 

"Hello, [Y/N]," they say calmly. 

You turn to face them fully and reply, "Hello Israfil."

"What did you bring me to earth for?" They ask calmly. They never were one for emotions, the epitome of light and fire shouldn't really have emotions, but you feel something rolling off them. You can't place what it is, but you know it's strong. 

"I want to know who pushed me from heaven," you say, taking a step towards him. You feel the heat radiating off them, the energy pouring out of them makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

You hear a laugh, mirthless, without emotion, like he knew it was something humans did, but didn't quite understand it. "And, you think it's me?" 

You sigh, putting your hand on your forehead. "I-I don't know! I don't want to believe it! But no one else has given me anything, and you're the first person who's even responded to me, so you must know something!" You exclaim. 

"You're right," they say. 

"What?" You look up at them, into where you assume a face would be if… well…if they had one. 

"I do know who pushed you," they say calmly. "I did."

"What?" You feel your heart drop into your stomach, your face go slack, and in that moment you don't know what to do. You don't know what you're feeling. 

"I pushed you," they say again. "It was God's will."

"And how do you know that?" You ask, spitting out every word as it appears on your lips. 

"Because if those in heaven actually begin to doubt that heaven is as good as they were promised, well… you know what could happen," he says and you sigh. "You've met Lucifer."

"So, you pushed me to stop a rebellion? But how do you know that's what God wanted!" You shout. 

"Because I do. I am an angel. I am the will of God," they say. 

You scream, frustration and anger boiling up inside of you, the heat from Israfil making the blood inside your veins bubble and begin to burst. You take another few steps closer, and you feel your face shift and pulse and change, and you feel what Lucifer called your "devil face" show itself as you grit your teeth and you scream out, "SO YOU PUSHED ME BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT'S WHAT GOD INTENDED!" You rush forward, holding your arms out to tackle them to the ground, but as you rush forward, you feel the lick of flames run up your arms, across your body. You feel your skin begin to burn and bubble, creating pustules and peeling your skin back from the flesh it's holding in. Your clothes burn away, melting to your body. And as you come through the other side, you fall to the ground, and see your radius through the skin. 

You look back at Israfil and see the fire that would be their head tilt. You spit on the ground as you say, "You were my friend! I thought I could trust you!" 

"My only friend is God," they say, and you start to crawl towards them. "You should have remembered that."

You watch as jets of fire erupt from behind them, creating wings that extend longer than your own,  which flap up and down, singeing the ground beneath them, causing them to rise up, and away from the warehouse, out, up towards heaven, leaving you to heal on the dirty, singed floor. 

[Now Playing: Put Your Head on my Shoulder by Paul Anka]

There's music playing when the doors to Lucifer's Penthouse open. But Lucifer isn't playing the piano. He's sitting at it, holding a glass of dark alcohol, but he's not playing anything. He's just sitting there, staring at it. He looks up at you as you walk in the door. 

"Angel? What happened?" He asks, and you sigh, walking over to him, and sitting on the piano bench next to him. 

"I could ask the same of you," you say with a light laugh. 

But Lucifer isn't laughing. "Are you hurt?" He asks and you shake your head. 

"No. I…" you pause, biting your lip and looking away. "I found the angel who cast me from heaven." He looks at you, and doesn't say anything, as if asking you to continue. You feel tears begin to well up in your eyes as you look back to him and say, "It was-I-" 

You can't continue what you want to say, the words getting caught in your throat, and when you try to speak, a sob escapes instead. Lucifer pulls you to him, running his hands down your back as you cry into his chest. 

You feel the tears begin to dry, leaving you a heaving mess as he holds on to you. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't try and push you off him. He just sits there, with his arms around you, and for the first time since you fell from heaven, you truly feel safe. 

You pull away from him, wiping your eyes and taking deep breaths. "Sorry," you say quietly. 

Lucifer puts a hand on your cheek and shakes his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he says, and you smile. 

"I love you…" it comes out as barely a whisper, and you don't know why you said it. It just came out, like it's been trying to for weeks, and this is the time it wanted to burst between your lips. Lucifer's eyes widen, but you don't know if he says anything. Because you watch as, fading before your eyes, pale, olive toned skin appears from behind the red. Black hair starts sprouting from his head and around his mouth. Red lips soften to pink, and when you look into his eyes, they are no longer red, no longer glowing, but a hazel brown and green, wide with shock. 

You clasp your hands over your mouth and Lucifer goes to speak but you cut in before him. "Your face…" you breathe out, moving your hands away from your face. You reach out and card your hands through his hair, feeling the tacky gel in his otherwise soft hair. You run a hand over his stubble on his cheek, brush your fingers over his lips. You breathe out a laugh and say quietly with a laugh, "I can see why you chose this face." 

Lucifer just keeps looking at you, and you can see the confusion behind his eyes, as well as longing. "You- ou can see my face?" He asks and you nod. 

"It's… well it's beautiful…" you whisper, and he smiles, still shocked. 

"What-why?" He asks. 

You put a hand behind his neck and play with the short hairs there. "I- I think it's because I said I loved you. I-I would see it sometimes. Times of passion, of-of-" 

"Of love," Lucifer finishes for you, and you nod. 

"Yeah. Of love. But I never said it out loud. Never-never admitted it to myself," you say, throwing your other arm around his neck. 

He pauses, and you pull away, taking your arms back, and letting them rest at your side. "I-I'm sorry this is… I don't-you probably still-with Chloe-and I-" you say, moving to get up from the piano, but Lucifer grabs your wrist. 

"I didn't have sex with her," he says, and you frown. "She was drunk tonight. She was… throwing herself on me. And…I said no."

"Where is she now?" You ask him. 

"I called Detective Douche, had him take her home," he says, and you look away, but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "[Y/N]. I didn't have sex with her." 

And you lean forward and kiss him. Because, this is the closest you will probably ever get to Lucifer saying he loves you back. He leans into , moving his hand from your chin to your cheek, and when you do the same, you laugh against his lips. 

"That's going to take some getting used to," you say, scratching his stubble lightly. 

He laughs and kisses you again, feverishly this time, but you stop him, pushing him off you. "I… uh…I still need to tell you why I…well why I look like this," you say, gesturing to your body. Lucifer pulls away and opens his brown eyes and you smile. "I found the person who pushed me."

"What?" Lucifer asks, leaning back even more. 

You grab his hand and say, "I brought them. Here. To earth. It-it was…" You take a breath before you say, "It was Israfil."

"But, he was your friend!" Lucifer says and you nod. 

"I thought so too. But he doesn't care about me. What he did care about was stopping another revolution in heaven because I was asking too many souls if they actually liked being there," you say, looking away with a scoff. "And they didn't like that. And so, thinking it was divine will, they pushed me. And God put me here."

"Why?" Lucifer asks. 

You look directly at him, into his eyes and say, "I think he put me here to help you." 

"Me? Why on earth would my father do that?" Lucifer asks. 

You smile and put a hand on his stubbled cheek. "Because I think he needs you to continue to doubt him. He needs you to question what he says. Because you can't be the devil without a little bit of doubt." 

Lucifer just looks at you shocked, and you say to him softly, "God just put me here. He didn't make me fall in love with you. You did that all on your own."

Lucifer laughs at that. At first, it's quiet, disbelieving, before it turns into full blown hysteria, and you can't help but laugh along with him. He finally catches his breath after a few seconds and leans in, kissing you, not hungrily, but desperately, like he needs you. 

"You are… something else, angel," he says and you laugh, kissing him. 

"I could say the same for you, devil," you say in between breathless kisses. 

He pulls you in closer, so close you're practically straddling him, and he mutters low in your ear, "Come on. Let's have some fun." 

You grin, and he picks you up, taking you to bed. 

Later that night, as his head dips below your legs, you feel that familiar extension of yourself protrude from your back as your body is wracked with shivers of pleasure, and Lucifer looks up at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. 

That grin drops however into shock and awe, and you frown. "What?" 

He points to something behind you, and when you extend your wings, you see why he's shocked. You see your wings, fully feathered, fading from white at the top, to a deep black at the bottom, and at their full extension, they are beautiful. Not angelic, nor demonic. They're your wings, and they're perfect. 

You grab Lucifer's face and kiss him, smiling as you taste yourself on his lips. 

[Now Playing: Doubt by Mary J. Blige]

[x-reader-theater]

Doubt {3}

Relationship: Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary: You accompany Lucifer on a case because he wants you to see his side. Also you piss of Detective Douche.

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Body Horror, Lucifer being a Bastard

Word Count: 3328 words

A/N: Sorry this chapter’s a little shorter. I didn’t have as much to put here withour it making no sense. Next chapter will absolutely make up for it ;).  With how many songs there are now, you can make a pretty bangin' playlist, I have to say. Trust me, it all sounds really good together loll. Also, with the music, I tried my hardest to find songs that a. weren't in the actual show (Which is harder than it sounds, trust me) and I didn't fully accomplish it, but I got as many songs as I could that aren't in the show. And b. I tried to find songs that I actually like, songs that are good and not just put in songs because they're about the Devil. Honestly, I had so much fun, and with music being such a big part of my life it was nice to bring the two together. Please like, comment, and reblog. It would mean the world for you to share this. I know it’s not my usual MO, but this was really personal to me being a female presenting Non-Binary person, and there’s no Non-Binary reader stories out there. 

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here, but please still reblog and share. 

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Chapter 3: Angel Down

You don't see Lucifer the next morning. You slept in his bed again, though not with him in it. After you were able to come clean about your wings, he practically stormed off, leaving you alone in the bathroom with blood running down your back. You took a quick shower and seeing no one was in Lucifer's bed, you took it. You've slept on his surprisingly comfortable couch this past week, but the bed is far comfier. 

You wake up well rested, but the memories of the previous night come flooding back almost immediately and you suddenly feel tired again. 

But, you force yourself out of bed and into clean clothes. You soon smell something cooking, and follow your nose out into the main room where the adjoining kitchen is. There, with a “kiss the cook” apron on, is Lucifer. Making breakfast. 

"What is this?" You ask, sitting down at the island counter. 

Lucifer turns around with a large grin on his face and a skillet in his hands. "Oh! Angel! Good morning!" Lucifer says with a cheery smile on his face. "How are you this morning? Feeling any better?" 

You feel confused and you frown at Lucifer. "I'm… fine? Why-why are you doing this?" 

"Well, this is my apology. For last night," Lucifer says. "And I want you to cut your wings off." 

You freeze, shock on your face as you stare at Lucifer. "Wh-what?" You stand up from your stool. "What do you mean? I told you, I don't want to!" 

"Yes, but I want you to!" Lucifer says. "You're not an angel anymore! You have to stop holding onto it. You're a fallen angel! No more wings, no more God!" 

"Lucifer, you can't tell me what to do with my wings!" You say. 

"I bloody well can! You're living under my roof, under my rules, and if I tell you to do it, you do it because I will not have someone flaunting in my face!" 

"Flaunting? You think I'm flaunting?" 

Lucifer looks shocked that you would say that. "Well, of course! What else were you doing last night! Just taking them out because you like to?" Lucifer replies, dropping the pan of eggs on the counter behind him. 

You hear a ring, but you don't take your eyes off Lucifer. "Yes, because every time I take my shirt off, it’s for you. You really think that?" 

"Whoah," you hear someone say, and when you look toward the elevators, you see the doors closing, and Detective Chole Decker standing there with her hands up and a very confused and pained expression on her face. "What is happening."

"Well, detective-" "Detective Decker I can-" "We were just-" "We were arguing about-" "And then they said-" 

"Alright!" Chloe says, yelling at the two of you to stop speaking over one another. "Alright. I just came here to get Lucifer." 

"Oh really?" Lucifer asks with a smirk. 

"Yeah, we have a case. Come on." Detective Decker starts walking away, but Lucifer interrupts her. 

"Uh, Detective! Do you think [Y/N] here could join us?" Lucifer asks, taking off his apron and setting it down in front of you. 

The detective stops and sighs. "You're not coming with me unless we take her…" 

"That's right Detective. And it's them," Lucifer says with a cheery smile. 

"Right. Fine. Whatever," the detective says, but she pauses and turns back to you. "Sorry." 

You nod and she goes to the elevator. Lucifer grins back at you before going to join her. "And I don't get a say in it, huh?" You ask yourself under your breath, before reluctantly joining them as well. 

[Now Playing: Friend of the Devil by Grateful Dead]

You spent the entire ride sitting in silence in the back of Chloe's police cruiser. Lucifer and Chloe talked about the case, a man, mid 50s, murdered in his own home. But you don't say anything. You have nothing to say about the case. You're not a police officer. In fact, from all the research you've been doing about this time, the police aren't exactly your favourite people. 

A group of people who are supposed to protect and serve, but who unjustly kill the very people they're supposed to protect. There's a lot of doubt right now about whether the police are even needed. 

The three of you arrive at the scene where you see a few officers holding people back from getting too close to the house. The three of you walk inside and Chloe walks up to a man with a notepad who's standing over the body and starts putting on gloves. "What do we got?" She asks.

The man crouches down next to her and points at the man's head, which is in several pieces. 

"Gunshot, under the head. Pretty powerful gun," the man says. You look around the room, at the faces there, and listen to the heartbeats of everyone in the room. You see a couple of police officers, none of them too remarkable, but then you see a woman. Well, more like a girl. In her teenage years most likely. Her face is blank as she stares in the direction of the body. You can hear her heart pounding in her chest, pushing up against her ribs. Her face is plain, nothing too extraordinary, but her hair is a mess, she has scratches and bruises all over her, and her cuffs are red, and disappear underneath her black leather jacket. You see peeking out from where the zipper is closed, a light blue colour. 

"[Y/N]? Did you hear that?" Lucifer calls to you from the other side of the room. 

You shake yourself out of your moment and turn back to the red faced devil. "Huh? What?" You ask. 

"The father! He had a plan for his daughter's life! Isn't that nice!" Lucifer says, and you roll your eyes, turning back to the girl in the other room. 

"It looks like a suicide. This should be a pretty easy case," the man with the notebook says. He looks up and over at you, and walks towards you. He puts his hand out and says, "Uh, hi. I'm Detective Espinoza. Uh- Dan Espinoza. Are- are you new to the team?" 

You look at his hand and then away from him back to the girl. "My name's [Y/N]. Lucifer brought me here to prove a point," you spit out. Looking out the corner of your eye you see Dan's a little shocked. He goes to say something, to protest, but you cut him off. "Who's that?" You ask, pointing to the girl who's looking right through you. 

"Uh, that's the victim's daughter, Molly. She's the one who called the police," Detective Espinoza says. 

You nod. "Has anyone talked to her?" 

"Uh, yeah, a couple people tried, but no one could get through. Chloe's going to talk to her now," he says. "Are you sure-" 

You don't let him finish. You just walk away from him towards Molly. When you get close, you see her look up at you. 

"Are you here to help me?" She asks you quietly. 

"I'm not here to help you, Molly," you reply. "I shouldn't even be talking with you." 

"Why not?" She asks. 

"The police don't like it when anyone other than them talks to people like you," you reply. 

Molly scoffs. "Yeah. What would they know? I saw my father kill himself in front of me," she says, looking at you. You see Chole begin to storm over, but Lucifer puts a hand up, stopping her from moving closer to you. She pulls out a notepad and nods at you to continue. 

"Can you tell me what happened, Molly?" 

[Now Playing: God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash]

"So, Molly comes home from a party she's not supposed to be at, her dad catches her, they get into a fight, he's holding his gun, and shoots himself in the face," Detective Decker says. "It just seems too… easy." 

"Well, sometimes things are Chloe," Detective Espinoza says, leaving against Detective Decker's desk.

Lucifer nods. "The father wanted nothing but the best for his child. Is that so bad?" 

You can feel the question being directed at you, but you ignore it. "I don't think so. She was hiding something. Her heart was racing, and it only slowed down when she was telling her story. Like-like she practiced it," you say. "And her cuffs were red…" 

"No, no, her cuffs were blue," Detective Espinoza says. 

You shake your head and look at Lucifer. "Her cuffs were red. And I think that means something." 

Lucifer narrows his eyes, like he's trying to discern whether you're telling the truth or not. His face relaxes when you don't look away from him and you stand your ground. Lucifer sighs. 

Detective Decker sighs and leans back in her chair. "Okay. I don't know what that is, but, if she is lying, we have to go back and question her again." 

"No! No, this is a suicide!" Lucifer says. "It's very obvious." 

"No, I really don't think it is," you say. "Did Molly say how she got home?" 

Detective Decker shakes her head. "No. And there's no car in the driveway or in the garage… maybe whoever dropped Molly off saw something…" 

"Well, she could have walked…" Detective Espinoza supplies. 

Detective Decker, again, shakes her head. "No, we interviewed the neighbors. There was loud music that turned off before the sound of a gunshot. There had to be someone else there…" 

"Right, we should go back to Molly. Ask her a few questions. Check out the neighborhood, see if we missed anything the first time we went there," Detective Espinoza says. 

"Alright, let's go!" Detective Decker says, turning to leave. 

"Right, come on [Y/N]," Lucifer says, and when you go to get out of your chair, Detective Espinoza puts a hand up. 

"No. You can't keep bringing civilians to crime scenes. Once with Lucifer and now with [Y/N], this needs to stop Chloe," Detective Espinoza says. 

Detective Decker sighs and places a hand on her forehead. "Yeah. Yeah. It does. But Lucifer is my partner, and this is my case. So, you need to stay too." 

"Wait, what?" Detective Espinoza and Lucifer say at the same time. 

"No, you're right," Detective Decker says. "I've been too lenient and you have your own work you need to do. Thanks Dan!" 

Chloe smiles and waves at him, walking off. Lucifer looks at her shocked before running to catch up with her. "Detective!" 

You turn to Dan, who's staring as the two partners leave. "You okay?" You ask. 

"Uh… yeah. I just don't like how much she relies on Lucifer," Dan says. "Anyways, I have work to do. You can sit at my desk until Lucifer comes back and takes you home."

You nod and go over to Dan's desk with him. He starts going through files, answering phone calls, and when he's done with them, he puts them on the edge of his desk right next to you. 

You go to reach for one, but he places a hand on it forcefully, glaring at you. "Those are confidential."

You lean back in your chair and put your hands up defensively, rolling your eyes. You look at Dan and squint, trying to discern the type of person he is. His face is not unlike a lot of the others in here, hardened and stained with the blood of innocents. But there's something else about him, something deeper. Looking down at his cuffs, while they're not stained red, they do have beating hearts sewn in. He's an emotional man who likes to talk about how he's feeling, but only with certain people. 

You smile at him. "So, why did you become a cop? It couldn't have been for the hours and hours of desk work, huh?" 

Dan looks up at you, a genuinely shocked expression on his face. "Oh, uh… well, no I guess not…" he trails off. He scratches the back of his neck and says sheepishly, "Sorry I just… whenever people ask me why I became a cop, they always say, 'Not for the salary, am I right?'" he gives his best cheery smile and then drops it like he can't believe they would say that. 

You laugh and wave him away. "Oh I don't care about money, Detective." You put your feet up on his desk and he moves the files out from under you with a glare. "No, I genuinely want to know."

"Oh. Well…" Dan starts, pausing to think. "I guess it's to help people." 

You roll your eyes. You hear Dan's heart rate spike as he says this. "I don't think that's the whole truth, Dan…" you say, leaning in. You watch his Adam's Apple bob as he swallows thickly, his eyes glancing away from yours. You see the sclera are tinted a strange red, like he's been awake one too many nights. He works long hours, and puts a lot of time into it. 

Huh. 

"It's not because you get to muder innocent, unarmed black people and have no consequences, is it?" You ask. Dan looks up at you sharply as you say that. "I mean, what was it, only a month ago, Officer Greene and his partner Officer Ackers killed a black man in the streets and what happened to them?" You ask Dan lowly, leaning in with malice. You drop your feet to the floor and place your hands on his desk. "They are sitting 100 feet away from us right now, eating doughnuts and talking about going out on another patrol. Is that why you like this job, Detective Espinoza?" 

"No! Of course that's not why I like my job!" Espinoza says loudly. Heads turn in your direction, and the detective lowers his voice. "No. But I can't exactly do anything about it. I'd lose my badge, my gun." 

You scoff and roll your eyes. "But isn't that worth it? To keep the streets a little safer? Because those two officers are going to do it again. And again. And again, unless they're stopped. But you're afraid because you'll lose your job? Well, just because you're not pulling the trigger yourself, doesn’t mean that you're not still killing these people." 

You push away from his desk, and you don't look back as you make your way through the precinct, and you walk back to Lux. 

[Now Playing: Forgiven by Alanis Morissettte]

"What are you doing here? When Detective Douche told me you left I didn't know where you went," Lucifer says as he walks into Lux. "Daniel looked very upset when we walked in, very broody. What did you do to him?" 

You shrug as you down another sip from the bottle of Prosecco you are drinking. "We talked about being a police officer, why he was a cop, things like that. I guess I got under his skin, made him doubt a little." You shrug again and hold out the bottle to Lucifer who takes it and pours some of the sparkling beverage into a glass. He hands you back the bottle and you take a long drink from it. "So, what ended up happening with the case?" 

Lucifer laughs lightly and says, "Turns out, it was the boyfriend. The girl, Molly, she got him the gun, he shot the dad, and they were going to run off together, but she got a guilty conscience. Decided to call the police." 

"Huh." You take another sip. "So, why did they kill the dad?" 

"She said it was because he controlled her life too much, forced and manipulated her into doing things she didn't want to do," he says dismissively. 

You buff out a laugh. "That sounds familiar," you mutter into another sip. A little bit of Prosecco dribbles down your chin and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. Lucifer raises an eyebrow towards you. "What, you don't see any resemblance there?" Lucifer just looks at you. "Lucifer, I was able to connect with Molly because I saw myself in her. Someone in your life trying to control what you do." You reach out and place a hand on Lucifer's, lightly. "If I want to cut my wings off, it will be on my own terms. Not yours or anyone else's. And you can't tell me what to do. Or else I may kill you." 

Lucifer chuckles. "You can't kill me. I'm immortal." 

You shrug but the doors fly open and Detective Decker walks in. "You have no right!" She yells, pointing a finger in your direction. 

"Oh! Hello detective! To what do we owe the pleasure!" Lucifer asks with a cheery smile on his face. 

"You can not talk to Dan like that!" The detective yells at you, ignoring Lucifer. You take another sip of your sparkling wine. "Why would you even say something like that?" 

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about, detective," you say with an innocent smile on your face. 

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about you little weasel," she says, leaning into your face. "About Frank and Raaj. About the shooting that happened a month ago. How could you say those things to him?" 

"Because detective," you say, standing up out of your chair, your faces at equal level now. You lean in to her with a scowl. "I make people doubt. Doubt what they love most because most of the time, it isn't as good as it seems." 

The bottle in your hand shatters and the pieces fall to the floor, and the rest of the sparkling drink falls into your lap. You don't break eye contact with the detective. 

"I think you should also think about what I said to Dan, detective," you say, spitting the word detective in her face. Like she doesn't deserve to be one. "Because, why are you a police officer? 'To do the right thing'?" You scoff. "Yeah right. You like the thrill you get when you fire the gun, when you see a bullet enter the person's body. You like shooting people. You. Like. Killing."

She goes to lunge at you, but Lucifer steps in, pushing her back, away from you. "Alright. Alright. Detective, I think you should go."

"You think I should go? What about her? Shouldn't she be the one who leaves?" The detective asks and you flinch. 

"They live here, detective. You do not. You have a daughter to take care of," Lucifer says calmly, and the detective huffs, but doesn't say anything. You look away from her at the floor, at the broken bottle pieces littering the floor of Lux. Eventually, you hear her loud footsteps echoing across the room, until, eventually, the doors close behind her, and they fade away into the night. 

"I'm sorry," you say to Lucifer, still not looking him in the eyes. 

"What do you have to be sorry about?" Lucifer asks. You feel fingers underneath your chin and he tilts your face up to his. "This is what you do. You're the fallen angel of doubt. This is your job." 

You smile and nod. "Yeah. It is." You look down again at the floor. "Though, I am sorry I ruined a perfectly good bottle of Prosecco," you say and Lucifer laughs. 

The two of you kneel down, picking up pieces, and you have a good pile of them when you hear Lucifer curse. 

"Shit," he says, and looking over, you see him holding his hand, and he's bleeding.

"Lucifer?" You ask, moving toward him. 

You crawl through the glass and grab his hand, not forcefully, but enough to tug it towards you, where you see, real, red blood dripping down his already red finger. "Lucifer…" you breathe out, looking up at him. "How is this possible?" 

[Now Playing: Broken Bones by KALEO]

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Doubt {2}

Relationship: Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary: And so begins the adjustment to life back on earth. What does it have in store for you, and how will you feel after everything Lucifer does for you?

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Body Horror, Lucifer being a Bastard

Word Count: 4724 words

A/N: Please like and reblog, and make sure to share it with people if you like it! This isn’t going to be that long, but each individual chapter is at least 3k words so... I’m sorry but I’m also not loll. Also, if you like reading things on AO3 more, you can read it here. 

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Chapter 2:  The Big Bad Wolf Caught an Angel

You walk down the stairs the next morning to see Lucifer talking with the Detective. 

"Ah! Angel! How good to see you again!" Lucifer says. 

"You as well Lucifer," you say, going to join him at the bar. "And you as well Detective Decker. I don't think we've really had a chance to talk." 

The detective nods. "You know, I would love to. But, Lucifer and I have a case. So if you wouldn't mind, we should get going now." 

The detective gets up and grabs her things, looking at Lucifer to follow her. He gets up suddenly and follows her, waving at you before he goes, leaning into you, and saying quickly, "Maze has had her fun, it's my turn tonight." 

You nod and watch as he walks out with the detective. 

The door closes behind you, and you listen as one set of footsteps start to walk away, while another stays still. You walk closer to the door and lean up against the wall as you listen in to what the two are saying. 

"No, Lucifer, I can't be nicer. She's cra-!" The detective yells, before quieting her voice. "Crazy…" 

"They are not crazy. They're scared," Lucifer says. "This is new to them." 

"Huh. Never thought you'd care about someone other than yourself." You can hear the shock in her voice being masked by indignation. 

"Yes, well. This is a special case…" Lucifer says, and you smile. 

They begin talking about whatever case they're working on and you walk away back to the middle of the club. You smile as you pour yourself a drink, and take a sip from it. 

[Now Playing: Devil's Waitin' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club]

"So, what do you want to eat?" Lucifer says as he bursts through the front doors. You look up from the book you're reading. 

"I'm sorry?" You ask, putting the book down. 

He walks over and sits next to you at the bar. "I want to remind you how… amazing earth is. And so, we… are going to get something to eat. What do you want?" 

"Do we need to eat?" You ask. "Because, humans need to eat to survive. But, we're not humans." You hold up the book you were reading. 

"Where did you get that? And what is that book?" Lucifer asks. 

"Oh this?" You ask, holding up the book. "Maze gave it to me. Said it would help me 'Understand humans' or something."

"Is that… a romance book?" Lucifer asks. "She gave you a cheesy romance book to learn about humans?" Lucifer looks at you like you're insane before grabbing the book out of your hands and putting it down on the bar. "Nope. Come on. I'm going to take you out and teach you all you need to know about humanity." 

"You lost my place!" You say as he drags you away. 

"It's not worth it anyways," he says, stopping before you get to the door. "I was going to say we need to change, but you look lovely in that dress, angel." He's smirking again. That same smirk as before, the one he had when you met Arianna. 

"Let's get to dinner," you say back to him, patting him on his chest. 

"Ooh, alright angel. Whatever you say." 

[Now Playing: Devil's Head Down by Pearl and the Beard]

"So, what is this place?" You ask as Lucifer leads you out of his… automobile? No. He called it a car. 

"This is a restaurant. Humans come here for some sort of, mating ritual for their relationships," Lucifer replies, placing a hand on your back to lead you towards the entrance. He tosses his keys, yeah, you knew that one, to a man standing in front of the restaurant. You don't know that one yet. "Usually we need reservations for this place but… I know the owner. He owes me a favour." 

You stop Lucifer for a moment, turning to him, confused. "Reservation?" 

He sighs and starts moving forward again. "I'll tell you later."

You shrug as you walk inside. 

The place is flashy and elegant, with lots of red upholstery and gilded furniture. The people in the restaurant are equally as opulent, dressed in fine silks and satins, dripping with diamonds and brightly colored gems of all shapes and sizes. You look around in awe at everyone, and then look down at your own short cocktail dress that Maze lent you and start to feel very underdressed. 

Lucifer leads you past the line of waiting people directly to the front. There are a few shouts of protests behind you, but when you get to the front and Lucifer flashes a smile, the stewardess smiles at him and moves closer. 

He puts a hand out to stop her. "I'm sorry, but I'm taken for the night. Can you get Joey for me?" The girl nods, stunned, and walks in the opposite direction. 

"That's very impressive," you say to Lucifer, who looks down at you, eyebrows raised. "Is that the thing you can do here on earth?" 

Lucifer smiles a wide, toothy, half grin, and says, "Well, one of the things. I can also find out people's darkest desires. The things they want most in the world." He grins and looks away toward where the stewardess left, before looking back down at you. "Why do you ask?" 

You shrug. "I was just wondering. Mostly because, like I told you before, I can see people's true selves. Like, I don't see the man you present as. I see the man you are. Underneath all that." Lucifer nods, looking away. You sigh and point over toward a table where a man is talking with a woman. "See that human man there? He has two faces and his eyes are always shifting. It means he's duplicitous, he likes to lie a lot. One of his faces is looking at the girl across from him, but the other is looking at a girl across the room. He's telling the girl he loves her while his eyes are looking at another woman." 

You look back to Lucifer, his red, shining skin and red eyes are contorted into shock and awe. "And you got all that just from looking at some man's face?" You nod. "Now that's impressive." 

You shrug. "God gave me this ability. I looked upon his true form and he blinded me, and when he gave me back my sight, he blessed me with this gift." 

Lucifer looks down upon you with pity. "But, you never get to see the way people look on the outside. People spend time on their appearances, to make themselves look good. I mean, I chose the way I looked specifically because of that. Because I was attractive to people." 

You smile up at Lucifer and run your fingers over his face. "But that means I get to know you for you. I get to look past the appearances and see who you truly are inside."

"A monster?" 

"A man."

"Lucifer!" You hear someone call to you. Looking away from the man in question, you see someone, who you presume to be Joey, with his arms out, grinning wildly. The Stewardess is also walking back. Her face is round, and covered in crumbs, but she's skinny as a twig. All she wants is to eat a cupcake, and you suspect she likes to sneak one every now and again. She also has an unread script attached to her waist, denoting that she goes to auditions but doesn't prepare enough to get any good jobs. 

Joey on the other hand has every single pocket stuffed with dollar bills. He likes to cut costs in the kitchen and with employees, paying them less than he actually should. You also see his cuffs are stained red, but his shirt is a pristine white. Interesting. 

"Joey!" Lucifer says, patting the greedy man on the shoulder. His face looks like a lightly tinted green and yellow. 

"Lucifer! I just want to thank you again. Without your help, I would never have been able to open up this place," Joey exclaims and the Stewardess leans in toward Lucifer, who smiles guiltily and pushes her away. "Susannah! Get back to work!" 

She seems to snap out of her lustful gazing and walks back to her podium. 

"Yes, I need a table for two, Joey," Lucifer says. 

Joey looks you up and down before looking at Lucifer. "Seriously?" He says it as if he doesn't believe Lucifer is going to have dinner with someone like you. "You're going to have dinner, alone, with this guy?" 

"Not a guy," you say quickly, watching as Lucifer's face drops the smile it was holding. 

"Get us that table, Joey," Lucifer says, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper, a low growl underneath it. 

Joey gulps and nods quickly, grabbing two menus from the stewardess' podium before leading you to an outside table and setting the menus down in front of you. He smiles at Lucifer before walking off, not even glancing your way. 

Lucifer grimaces in his direction before turning back to you, looking genuinely sorry. "I'm so sorry about him. I didn't know he'd be such a…" 

"An asshole?" You supply, 

Lucifer laughs. "Yes. I suppose that fits." 

You smile, but cock your head to the side. "You don't seem like the kind of man to apologise for someone else's actions, Lucifer. Why do you keep doing it for me?" 

Lucifer goes to talk, but pauses, biting his lip. He actually thinks about what he's about to say to you. "I-" he goes to say, but he cuts himself off to think a little more about his words. "I can talk to you about things no one understands. Maze never fell, she was created in hell, the Detective doesn't believe me, the doctor doesn't believe me." Lucifer grabs your hand and squeezes it. "I don't have to hide anything from you." 

You smile and squeeze his hand back. "Thank you." 

Lucifer smiles, and you see matching long canines to Maze's. He leans in close and says low, "I wasn't kidding. You look ravishing, angel." 

You smile and look down at your dress again. "You think so? I feel very underdressed," you say, looking around at everyone else sitting outside with you. 

Lucifer leans in again and says, "I would have you right now if I could. I'm sure Joey wouldn't mind…" 

You smile politely and take your hand away from his. "I think I'm alright, Lucifer." 

He leans back in his chair, and you look around, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. You look back over to Lucifer and say, "I don't just see people's true forms." Lucifer looks up at you as you say this, waiting for what you're about to say. "I can also hear things most people would not. I can hear heartbeats when I'm close enough, and I can hear voices from other rooms." Lucifer is looking at you confused. "I heard what Detective Decker said this morning. About how I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy," Lucifer says suddenly, getting up from his chair slightly. 

"Why? I would think to a human I would sound insane," you say. "Why aren't I crazy?" 

"Because if you're crazy, then what does that make me?" Lucifer asks. He's not telling, but people are looking at him now. 

You nod. "The detective doesn't understand," you say quietly. "She doesn't understand what it's like to fall." 

Lucifer looks up at you, not really sure what to say. You sit in silence for a little bit, drinking your wine with Lucifer. The silence isn't uncomfortable, but you definitely still have a lot to talk about. It's as if the words are hanging in the air, and none of you are willing to reach out and grab them. 

And then Lucifer gets a call. He takes out the small device you've seen a few other humans holding, and puts it up to his ear. 

"Ah! Detective! To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asks. You lean in, taking in his intonation, the way he's talking to her. You hear something on the other end, Detective Decker sounding stressed and rushed. 

"Lucifer. We have another case. At the pier," she says into her phone. "I'm on my way to Lux now, I'm coming to pick you up."

"Oh, no, my dear detective. I'm not at Lux. I'm out, having dinner," Lucifer says. 

"Oh! Oh, okay, uh, I'll text you the address. I'll see you there? Yeah. Yeah." The detective says, and you hear the click of the phone call ending. 

"Well," Lucifer says, putting his phone away in his pocket. "I have to go, you know, a murder happened and all. I'll drop you back off at Lux, and I'll be back, probably." He gets up and walks around the table to you, helping you out of your chair. But before you can take a step away, he pulls you in and whispers low in your ear, "And then we can finish what we started tonight." 

He practically has to carry you back to his car. 

[Now Playing: Moon River by Audrey Hepburn]

You smile at the song coming through the speakers, closing your eyes, and setting down your book for a moment. You lean back into the, probably, really dirty couch. You let the music wash over you, a music that you didn't get in either heaven or hell. You smile as you open your eyes, tilting your head from side to side with the music. 

"What is all this?" You hear someone say. Opening your eyes, you see the bright red face of Lucifer staring back at you. "You having a little fun there?" 

You hold up the book you're reading. "I was just reading, listening to some music. Maze taught me how to use the sound system. Introduced me to this thing called Spotify," you say, putting your finger in the book and closing it. "Have you ever heard of it?" 

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course I've heard of it," Lucifer says, sitting down on the couch as well, putting your feet into his lap. "Now, what are you reading this time?" 

You hold up the book. "It's a children's book. There's a 24 hour bookshop down the street. I… went down there, because I was bored and I kinda… stole it…" 

Lucifer's eyes light up and he looks at you in shock and awe. "You stole that! I'm impressed! Our little angel doing some truly devilish deeds at last!" 

You smile, then look down at the book, guilty. "Yes, well, then I went back and left a twenty on the counter because I felt guilty."

"Ooh, not so good. But! It's a start!" He says, putting his hands on your ankles. You flinch away from the touch, and you look away, feeling guilty. "Is something wrong, Angel?" 

"I'm still not used to… touch," you respond, folding the page you're on and setting it down on the ground. 

"Do you want to get better?" Lucifer asks, hovering his hand over your legs. 

You feel your cheeks heat up and you move your legs back over his. "I- I wouldn't be opposed. I think… it may be good to get used to it. It won't help me if I flinch every time someone bumps into me on the street, or I have a breakdown because someone touched my hand while I was giving them money…" 

"We'll go slow," Lucifer says, placing his hands back on your ankles. You stop yourself from moving away again, and just let him stay there. 

Eventually you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, there's a blanket on you, and you're still on the couch. But, there's no sign of Lucifer except that your feet are a little cold. 

[Now Playing: Blue Healer by Bird Talker]

"So. I'm glad you came to our session today," Doctor Linda says. She sounds a bit surprised though, which you don't really expect. "How did you get here?" 

You shrug. "I walked." 

"But- but that's a long way! Why did you walk?" Linds asks, even more surprised. 

You shrug again. "I don't exactly have anything to do." 

"So, what have you been doing?" 

"Reading. Sleeping. Talking with Lucifer and Maze." 

"Do you have any other friends?" You think for a moment. Then two. Wracking your brain for any names, any at all. None come up. And apparently, you take too long for Doctor Linda. "Well. Maybe that's what we should do first. Give you something to do, get you to meet more people…" 

You think for a moment. You might have an idea. 

[Now Playing Howling at the Moon by D Fine Us]

"Okay, it's really simple. The drinks aren't that hard to make," Maze says to you, yelling over the music.  You nod, watching Maze pour the drinks with much precision and grace. She hands you the mixed cocktail, and when you go to take a sip, she stops you. "Ah, ah, ah." She points to a woman at the bar who's looking at you annoyed, and you sheepishly give her the green tinted drink. She takes it from you rather forcefully, and you have to step back a bit so it doesn't spill on you. 

"Sorry, sorry," you say to the woman as she walks off. You don't think she heard you. You turn back to Maze feeling guilty. 

She rolls her eyes and starts making another drink. A man comes up to the bar, handsome fellow, with black hair and brown eyes and skin. He smiles at you and you smile back and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

"Wh-what can I do for you?" You ask the handsome man. 

"A whiskey," he says, leaning in so he doesn't have to talk as loud. 

You look back at the wall of alcohol, before turning back to the man and saying, "Which one?" 

He leans in closer, smiling. "You choose." 

You smile and turn away, looking at all the bottles on the wall. Not knowing which one is which, you turn to Maze and whisper in her ear, "What's the best whiskey you have?" 

You gesture with your eyes towards the man who's looking around now, tapping his fingers on the bar. Maze smirks and reaches down underneath the bar, pulling out a bottle from amongst a bunch of very expensive looking bottles. You mouth 'Thank you' to her, and she smiles at you. 

You grab a glass and walk over to him, pouring a small glass of Whiskey for the man. He smiles at you and takes a small sip, letting you watch as he swallows slowly. 

"Mmm. This is divine," he says. 

"Not quite," you reply with a smile. 

The man laughs and takes another sip of his whiskey. "So, what's your name?" 

"[Y/N]. And you?" You ask in reply. 

"Gabriel," he responds. 

"Like the Archangel?" You ask with a laugh. Gabriel laughs under his breath and nods. "Huh. You seem… nothing like him…" you mutter underneath your breath, barely loud enough for even you to hear. 

"My parents were- are Catholic. They thought it was funny to name their son after an archangel," he laughs at that. It's not particularly funny, but it's funny to him. "And I thought it was funny that their only son went off to college and partied every day." 

"You sound more like a demon than an angel," you say. 

He smiles. "Oh? And what would you know about that?" 

You scoff and look away from him, over your shoulder almost. You look back at him and say, "Quite a bit, actually." 

He looks at you disbelieving, but like he wants to drag you across the bar and… do something to you. 

"Oh! Well! What do we have here?" You hear someone say. Looking up from your staring contest with Gabriel. "The Angel having a little fun on the job?" 

You roll your eyes and pour a glass of whiskey for Lucifer. You give him the glass and he takes it from you, brushing his fingers against yours. You don't pull your hand away, you don't flinch, and you let your hand stay there for a couple of seconds. Finally, Lucifer pulls his fingers away, but you don't stop looking at him, and he doesn't take his glowing red eyes away from you. 

"Oookay. I don't know what this thing is, but-" you hear a slapping sound on the bar -"Here's a fifty. I'm going to leave you two… yeah." 

You hear the chair scraping and you finally blink and look away towards Gabriel. "Wait!" You call after him. He stops and turns around. "It was nice talking to you!" 

He smiles and nods, turning around and leaving Lux. 

You turn back to Lucifer who raises an eyebrow. "What, did I ruin your moment?" Lucifer asks. 

You glare at him, though there's no malice behind your eyes. "I was trying to make a friend." 

Lucifer scoffs. "Make a friend? He wanted to bend you over the bar and take you in front of all these people!" He waves his arm out and you roll your eyes. 

You scoff. "Are you jealous?" 

Lucifer leans back in his chair, mouth agape, looking shocked and offended that you would ever imply that. "I beg your pardon! The devil isn't jealous!" Lucifer says. 

You laugh lightly behind your hand. "Okay. Okay," you say, leaning back and putting your hands up. "So the devil doesn't get jealous." You smile at Lucifer. "You know that book I was reading before?" Lucifer nods slowly, looking at you like you're confusing him. 

"What- what does this have to do with anyth-" Lucifer asks but you cut him off. 

"Shhhh!" You say putting a hand up. His eyebrows shoot up and he leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, waiting for you to continue. "Now. The book I was reading was ‘The Three Little Pigs.’" Lucifer scoffs and rolls his eyes and you put up a hand again. "I know, I know. It's a children's book, it's meaningless drivel, blah blah blah. But there was something about it that reminded me…" You shake your head. "Anyways, the story's about these pigs and the houses they're making. Now there's this wolf who really wants to get into those houses, and the story frames the wolf as the bad guy. He wants to get into the houses and eat the pigs. I don't think he actually wants to do this. I think he wants to be in the pig's lives, but instead of asking nicely, and respecting them, he blows down their houses, until one of the pigs builds a house that the wolf can't blow down, and he's shut out of the pig's lives." You let out a breath and Lucifer goes to talk, but you cut him off. "What I'm trying to say is, Lucifer…" You reach out and grab his hand. "Don't be the wolf who caught the angel. Don't get jealous and destroy the nice things you have. You never know when someone will build a wall you can't break down." 

You get up and walk away from Lucifer, and you hear him calling from behind you, "I'm not jealous!" 

[Now Playing: Illusion of Bliss by Alicia Keys] 

 You stand in front of the mirrors again, looking at your wings, at the perfectly white bone protruding from your back. You move them up and down. They don't hurt anymore. At least, you don't notice any pain. You're sure there's still some underneath there somewhere, but you must have gotten used to it. You watch as your wings flex out to their full size before relaxing back into their original state. They haven't gotten any bigger or smaller since the last time you checked. You guess that's good. That means you haven't done anything good or bad. 

But do you want that? To live in stagnation for the rest of time while humanity withers and dies from wars waged in God's name? 

"[Y/N]! I wanted to talk to you about tonight!" 

You turn to the door and watch it being opened by someone, by Lucifer, and you go to hide your wings. 

But it's too late. 

"Angel-" Lucifer stops as he watches the bone fold back into your skin, which fuses over it, and the scars reform, and stanch the blood flowing from your back. "Wha…" 

"I can explain!" You exclaim, putting your hands out. You don't know if it's to protect you or Lucifer from you. 

"Your wings…" he breathes out. He reaches out but there's nothing to touch. You turn around, and let your wings once again break through your skin and blood once again falls down your back. 

While you can't feel Lucifer's hands on your wings, you know they're there, the presence of another celestial being near you is almost enough to make your knees weak. It's stronger on earth than in heaven. At least in heaven everyone's considered celestial. 

You feel him touch where the base of your wings meet your back and you flinch away. 

"I'm sorry…" Lucifer whispers. He sounds in shock and awe. "Have you ever thought about cutting them off?" 

You back away at that and turn around, folding your wings in protectively behind you. "What! I would never!" You take another step back. "How could you even say that?" you whisper. 

"Well, you're a fallen angel now!" Lucifer says, taking a step closer to you. Your back is against the wall now, and you're shaking your head now, tears rolling down your face. "Besides, they're useless anyways."

You shake your head again, even more fervently now than before, and you say quietly under your breath, "No… no…" You look Lucifer in the eye and glare at him. "No! I will not cut off my wings!" You fold them protectively around you. "I-I can't! I won't!" 

"But why not!" 

"Because- Because I just can't! If I do, God wins! And I can't let that happen," you say, and Lucifer stops. "I can't let God win…" You look down at the ground, at your feet, and grab your wings. "If God really is all powerful, all mighty, and all good, why do bad things happen to good people? Lucifer, you of all people should understand. I can’t let my hatred of him push me to rash decisions. I don't think my feathers falling off is his doing. This isn't him  because this is a cruel and- and a fucking awful thing to do! And if God really is kind, this isn't him. And if it is, I doubt God even cares for one measly little angel who got pushed out of heaven because they said one. Wrong. Thing." 

Lucifer takes a step forward now, his arms at his side. "Angel…" 

"What!" You yell at him, but he doesn't flinch. 

"Your… your wings!" He says, and looking over, you see new bones growing from the ends of them. You gasp and reach out, feeling as the bone shifts in your hands, getting longer and longer, before finally, they stop growing. Your wings are the size they were before. You hear the bone clacking together, and you smile as tears start falling down your cheeks. 

"How-how is this possible?" Lucifer asks reaching out to touch your wings as well. Your hand finds his on the bone, and you leave your fingers together. 

"I think it's my doubt," you say. "When I questioned why I ever doubted God, when I thought I shouldn't have done it and maybe I would still be in heaven, these bones-" you point to the ones that just grew back using your free hand "-fell off. And turned to ash, just like my feathers. I think it's some- some kind of sick test!" You say, anger penetrating your voice as you spit the words out. Lucifer unclasps your hand and walks away from you, running his fingers over his head. 

"So what does this mean?" Lucifer asks and you walk up to him, turning him around so you can see into his red eyes. 

"What this means, Lucifer, is that God wants me to doubt him. And I don't know why." 

[Now Playing: Like a Star by Corrine Bailey Rae]

[x-reader-theater]

Hi! I actually wanted to ask for a Lucifer x male reader fic with "Take me to church" sooner but I got shy 👉🏻👈🏻 Anyway, I love your work!

I'm so sorry I didn't post this earlier! I had it done for the longest time and I just haven't had any motivation to post it 😅, but, finally, here it is! Also, I'm so happy you like my work! I hope you like this one as well! The only warning is it's v angsty but I could totally see this having a sequel, so if you want more of this, I would love to write it and give it a happy ending! 

Also, this was edited by my lovely editor @mystic-writes !

Take me to Church by Hozier

"What are we?" You ask Lucifer one night, over dinner. 

Well, maybe dinner's not the correct word, as Lucifer was currently straddling you, and slowly kissing your neck, your food long forgotten on the coffee table, some Chinese takeout boxes and a bottle of wine for Lucifer. 

"Because, I mean…" you say, trailing off slightly as Lucifer continues to kiss down towards your collarbone, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he does so. "We see each other almost every day, we talk more than we have sex- I mean, hell! We just spent four hours talking over dinner, and not once did you try and blow me! We never do that!" 

"What do you call this?" Lucifer mumbles between kisses against your chest. 

You scoff and roll your eyes, pushing Lucifer away from you. "I'm serious, Luci. We said we wanted to keep this casual, but this isn't casual. This is… well… I don't know what it is!" 

You groan and lean forward, so your head is on Lucifer's shoulder. You feel frustration build up in your stomach, and start making its way towards your lungs. 

You feel hands start rubbing your back, your unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely in front of you as Lucifer comforts you. "What do you want this to be?" Lucifer asks, and you raise your head so you're eye to eye with him again. 

"I-I don't know," you say honestly. "I just know that I don't think I can keep it casual anymore." Lucifer nods solemnly. "You're amazing Lucifer. Everyone knows you're perfect. They all worship you, your own little, Satanic church, or whatever. But, I'm only human. And I have things I want. And we made it clear from the beginning that this is just casual. But I'm not a man who can do casual." 

Lucifer blinks at you, not saying anything, his face blank. You furrow your brows, and glare at Lucifer. 

"Well? Aren't you going to say something? I'm pouring my sins out to you and you're just staring at me!" You exclaim, throwing your arms up into the air. 

"What do you want me to say? We had guidelines, and you can't follow them," Lucifer says. "So we should end this."

You feel your heart skip a beat, your breath gets caught in your lungs, and your stomach drops into your ass. You didn't know what you wanted to hear, but it definitely wasn't that. For the past few weeks, Lucifer has become a constant. Hell, you practically lived in his apartment full time. He almost never had sex with anyone but you. 

But hearing this, his tone of voice, seeing his blank face, you almost couldn't believe what he was saying. He was far too calm. 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you stare at him, wide eyed. Eventually, you clear your throat, and push Lucifer off your lap, before getting up, grabbing your jacket, and walking to the elevator. You push the button, and turn around to face him, asking plainly, "So this is how it's going to end?" 

Lucifer doesn't say anything. 

"After weeks of sex, me living at your place, dinner and breakfast almost every morning, me patching up your wounds, celebrating my birthday, and this is how it ends? Without a word from you? No hug goodbye, no talking about what could come next? Just a blank face while you end things?"

Again, Lucifer doesn't say anything, but at least this time, he looks away from you. You see his mouth twitch downwards, but nothing really changes. He's as silent as ever. 

The elevator doors open and you scoff. "Okay, Lucifer. If this is how you end every… whatever we were, no wonder you're so lonely."

And you walk into the elevator, watch as Lucifer's shocked and angry face disappears behind the gold coloured elevator doors, you fall against the back wall, and you start to cry.

[x-reader-theater]

Hey everyone! Lucifer male, gender neutral, non binary song fics are open! Send me a song and the gender of the reader and I'll write a short one shot based in it!

I'm excited to see what y'all give me!

[x-reader-theater]

Masterlist

Fandoms: Spider-Man, The Witcher, Star Trek, Lucifer, and Criminal Minds

REQUESTS CLOSED: Request Rules 

Peter Parker

Mechanical Heart: 5,917 words || Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

You never really noticed shy boy Peter Parker before now.

As You Wish: 6,379 words || Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader

When a lab experiment goes wrong, everything else seems to go wrong as well. 

Why’d You do it?: 3,293 words || Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Life just isn’t worth living, so you decide to stop. 

Safe: 1,259 words || Peter Parker x Male!Reader

“can i request a peter (spiderman homecoming)  x male reader where peter starts realizing he likes boys because of male reader, they are both best friends and peter starts getting all flustered and nervous, and one day reader was going to get jumped (he did)…” I don’t wanna spoil it for you ;)

Heart: 842 words || Peter Parker X Fem!Reader || Soulmate AU

“Hey! Could I request a soulmate AU in which they are in college but vaguely knew each other in high school. They’re not in the same classes but randomly find out they’re soulmates. I just thought of this idea, love your writing! 💕👏🏻”

Soundly: 647 words || Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

You hate everything and want to die. Luckily, you have an amazing boyfriend to help you through it!

I Hate You!: 2,195 words || Peter Parker X Male!Reader

Growing up with Peter Parker you had slowly but surely fallen in love! But what happens when a certain superhero comes and tries to ruin it for you?

You Called?: 1,532 words || Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Figuring out your crush is Spider-Man would be crazy for anyone, but finding out he loves you in the same day? How did you even handle that?

Can I Tell You a Secret?: 7,692 words || Peter Parker X Male!Cuban!Reader

You ‘work’ for the daily bugle. You are an intern there, have been for a few years, and you weren’t getting paid for how many photos you had taken. You wanted more, wanted more for how much you worked, you wanted to get paid. That led you to your most dangerous stunt yet. Climbing the Empire State Building. 

Tom Holland

Once Upon a Dream: 2,921 words || Tom Holland x Fem!Reader || Disney AU

He wasn’t just a stranger to you. You met him before, once upon a dream…

So This is Love...: 3,152 words || Tom Holland x Fem!Reader || Disney AU

He was a prince, and you were just a lonely, abused servant girl. One day could change everything, but the obstacles you have to overcome are great. 

Snapshots: 8,513 words || Tom Holland x Male!Gamer!Reader ||

When you’re a streamer and your boyfriend’s a movie star, what can go wrong? A lot apparently.

The Witcher

Geralt of the Witchers; Series || Geralt of Rivia x Male!Reader ||

Take a Chance, for the Nights are Short: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Hold me Tight, for the Days are Long: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

My Days Are Numbered, but so Are Yours: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Star Trek

Even Shields can’t Protect my Heart:  10,382 words || William T. Riker X Male! Engineer!Reader ||

Serving on the Enterprise is a dream come true, and the people only make it better.

Lucifer Morningstar

Doubt; Series || Lucifer Morningstar x Non-Binary!Reader ||

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Song Fics; One Shots 

Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer || Lucifer Morningstar x Male!Reader ||

Freak by Sub Urban || Lucifer Morningstar x Male!Reader ||

Hangover by Taio Cruz || Lucifer Morningstar x Genderfluid!Reader ||

Javier  Peña

An Austenite Affair; Series || Javier Peña x Male!Columbian!Reader ||

[1] [2] [3]

Spencer Reid

A Shakespearean Soliloquy in Two Parts:  7,520 words || Asexual!Spencer Reid X Asexual!Male!Reader ||

“Men at some time are masters of their fates:  The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” William Shakespeare, Julius Ceaser

Understanding:  359 words ||  Spencer Reid x Male!Autistic!Reader ||

You’re nonverbal and you get frustrated trying to communicate with Morgan. Luckily, Spencer’s there to help.

I wish for you to feel as I do: 8488 words || Spencer Reid x Male!Unsub!Reader ||

Spencer Reid has been dating his boyfriend for six years, but what happens when he finds out you’re killing to make him happy?

“Spencer Reid x male reader where one can’t sleep so they stay up together just talking? You said you can’t sleep and it’s currently 3 am where I’m at. Some sleepless boys would be nice” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“hi! could I request Spencer Reid x trans male reader where Spencer helps reader with dysphoria? 👉👈“ REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Trans!Male!Reader ||

“Hi! could I request coming out to the bau team as non-binary and using she/they pronouns. When theyre all kind of confused Spencer speaks up and like goes on a rant explaining it to everyone and its super sweet and fluffy. (platonic if thats ok)” REQUEST ||Spencer Reid and Non-Binary!Reader ||

“Can I request a Spencer Reid x Male reader who's a famous tattoo artist and horror comic artist and the team wants to meet him. Everyone is excited to meet him because they all read some type of comic from him and it's chaos and fluff? I get if you don't wanna do this. I also want to say I love your works and have a nice day/night!” REQUEST ||  Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Could you possibly do a Spencer Reid x male reader where the reader is kinda a flirt and flirts with Spencer all the time but he really likes him and the reader can absolutely not take what he can dish out I hope you have a nice day” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Could you possibly do a Spencer Reid x male reader where the reader is Rossi’s son who is around the same age and is like an author and maybe they meet at a dinner party or something Rossi has”  REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Rossi’s Son!Reader! PART 1 ||

“Maybe a Spencer Reid x male reader where the readers dad is Rossi and Spencer is asking for his blessing for him to propose to the reader and for advice on how to do it?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Rossi’s Son!Reader! PART 2 ||

“Maybe could we see the proposal that spencer does for Rossi’s son like a part three if you want to of course” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Rossi’s Son!Reader! PART 3 ||

“Hi! I love the Rossi's son series you have! I was wondering if you could do one where they maybe adopt a child? Or something of the sort. I think they'd be such great dads. Plus Rossi being giddy about having a grandchild” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Rossi’s Son!Reader! PART 4 ||

“Could you please do a Spencer x reader where the reader is a specialist in mythology and they need help on a case and Spencer is like ''. Oh I know someone '' and the team meet the reader and help them?”  REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“We know that Spencer wants kids like he says so in the serie so I was think a Spencer x male reader where the reader work at the bau with him and Spencer got a crush on him and one day the reader's kid come and the team met them and Spencer like '' you have a kid? '' and I don't know but I know that he will be such a good dad and a lot of fluff and sweet Spencer” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Dad!Reader! ||

“Ok this might be a strange one but hear me out,, some royal or just crazy super rich persons son has been kidnapped (the reader) and the team finds him!! ok ok but its continues,, they found the reader but not the unsub just yet so they have to interview the reader and meaby something happens between Spency and the reader OR 'Hot'ch and the reader?? nothing too spicy but cutesy feelings and kissies” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Can you do a Spencer Reid x male reader where they investigate into murder in a high school and the students are making fun of him so the reader does his profiler magic and makes fun of all the kids who’s making fun of Reid” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“Hii, can you do an spencer X male reader where the reader works in the bau and was kidnapped” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Maybe a Spencer Reid x male reader where the reader is Hotch’s younger brother who is like the exact opposite of Hotch who is absolutely smitten with Spencer and Hotch notices the reader keeps showing up to the office and realizes why” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Hotch’s Younger Brother!Reader! ||

“Don't know if you remember when Spencer says '' why all my fan are psycho ''? And like he start to talk with one of his fan (the reader) by letter and one day the reader expose to him one of his theories like he think there is a serial killer in his town and ask Spencer for help and Spencer fear to meet him but when they do reader is like not a psycho and idk sweet fluff and cotton candy?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“Hi! Can I request a spencer Reid x male reader who’s a rather big streamer on Twitch and the team’s reaction to reader + Spencer watching his streams on the plane?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“Ok but like single father reader with a daughter and a boyfriend with an IQ of 187. And the boyfriend, with an IQ of 187, is nervous about meeting his boyfriend daughter. Sure Spencer has experience with kids being a godfather and all, but is still super nervous and asks JJ for help, because he is a bit ashamed to admit being so nervous to his boyfriend. But in the end its all fluffety fluff fluff because the daughter is amazed how Spency knows a lot of stuff and facts and they get along really well!” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“Not sure if you did this already but what about Spencer with a tattooed!reader where when ever Spencer gets anxiousness traces Readers tattoos?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Tattooed!Reader! PART 1||  

“I’m not sure if you did something like this but what about a Spencer X heavily tattooed reader like i hi ow would the team react to seeing them together?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Tattoed!Reader! PART 2||  

“Spence starts showing up to work with more expensive clothes like designer shoes and meaby even designer wool vests and the team is kinda worried that Spencer has picked up another addiction, gambling. (Except of course Spence is a genius and winns all the time but an addiction is an addiction) But Spency is all like 'nah i just gotta crazy ass rich boyfriend' and the boyfriend (reader) is like a brain surgeon and crazy rich because of that.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Sugar Daddy!Reader! ||  

“Can you do a spencer Reid x male reader where spencer wakes up after he had a nightmare abt the time the kids stripped him down naked and tied him to a pole and the reader comforts him and kisses is forehead and stays with spencer until they both fall asleep” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“Hey! Can I request a fic where Spencer and Penelope's brother are dating, since it's fairly new they haven't said anything about it but Penny being Penny she finds out somehow and she's like oh my gosh why haven't you told me and is very supportive. :))” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Penelope’s Brother!Reader! ||  

“What about a spencer x male!reader where the reader actually dies in spencer's arms.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“could you do a spencer reid x trans male reader where spencer is constantly blown away by how handsome his coworker is only to discover that he feels the same way?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Trans!Male!Reader! || 

“Spencer x Reader having to go undercover at a gay bar and the team sees how comfortable Reid is with his bf and the atmosphere, and Reid gets awkward that they saw him let loose?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||  

“could i maybe request a spencer reid x non binary reader where he just kind of comforts them when struggling with their gender identity and getting accepted?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Non-Binary!Reader! || 

“Could you possibly do a Spencer Reid x male reader where the reader works at a bookstore and the reader leaves little notes in the books for Spencer everytime he comes in and buys one” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Hi! Would you mind doing a Spencer Reid x male reader where the reader loves Spencer’s “rambles” (genuinely find most of the stuff he talks about interesting) although due to the fact most people get frustrated and/or annoyed, Spencer is a bit self conscious about it? The reader always try to comfort and reassure him tho. :)” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer Reid x Male!Punk!single dad!reader, where reader and Spencer met in prison (noone in the BAU knows about it) and they live together.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Can I suggest a Spencer Reid x Reader that likes to gamble? Maybe they met on a case and the unsub was spotted in casinos and while interrogating, Spencer met the reader?” REQUEST ||Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Reid x male reader where the reader is also a giant sci-fi nerd and they both go on these rants about small facts and interesting theories, etc. And they have dates where they build Lego Death Stars, marathon Star Trek or Star Wars, stargaze, go to cosplay events, etc.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Reid x male BAU agent reader where Reid is totally crushing over his colleague and kind of obvious about it? (Keeps telling the reader “cool” facts, bringing them their coffee/ beverage of choice etc) He ofc doesn’t think he is but the reader thinks it’s sweet and lets him. But someone points it out and Reid stops so the reader questions him and Reid accidentally blurts out he likes them?”  REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Can you do a Reid x FTM reader and the reader is recovering from top surgery and Reid takes care of him?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Trans!Male!Reader! ||

“How about a Reid x male reader who dresses very feminine? Like typical feminine "female" stuff, long hair, dresses, makeup, corsets, short shorts, very easily mistaken for a woman.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Feminine!Reader! ||

“How about a spencer x male reader where the reader is actually an un sub but doesn't get caught, but for some fucking reason the team decides to revisit the case and find out that it was him” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer x Reader having to go undercover at a gay bar and the team sees how comfortable Reid is with his bf and the atmosphere, and Reid gets awkward that they saw him let loose?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“reader and spencer were in a relationship in college but broke up (maybe due to insecurities or spencer moving to quantico for the bau). the team meets reader a few years later and turns out neither he nor spencer ever forgot the other.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Reid x male reader where the reader consoles Reid about Gideons death and tries to be there for him as much as possible? Just hurt/comfort and fluff please?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“spencer standing up to someone (police captain smth like that) who keeps misgendering reader. maybe some fluff/ comfort after?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Agender!Reader! ||

“Spencer x Male reader with a reader that has a dog that absolutely loves Spencer” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer x male reader fic where the reader kinda came from a broken home and they don’t really speak with their family anymore and he and Spencer talk about kinda starting their own family even with the fears” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer dating Hotches or Alvezes younger brother in around 20's-40's era when it was still illegal.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Reid x male reader where reader is just so fucking high after getting a tooth pulled ?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“spencer x male!reader who are in a long distance relationship? and like really long distance, i mean the reader would live in like finland or russia. and one day penelope would find out about the relationship (after like 7 months of spencer and reader dating) and wanting to surprise spencer for his birthday! so penelope would either get tickets to the country where the reader lives for spencer or fly the reader Quantico to surprise spencer at the office or at spencers apartment” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Japanese!Reader! ||

“Reid x male reader where Reid is insecure since his crush is the stereotypical jock; popular, handsome, sporty, and a bit of a himbo?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“spencer x m,reader where the reader and spence have been dating for like 4-6 years and live together and have been talking about having children. then one day spencer would meet a toddler with treacher collins syndrome” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“FtM reader x Spencer Reid having a picnic at a lake, and reader jumps into the water shirtless, and Spencer sees the top surgery scars and smiles how happy they are and they both eat ice cream” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Trans!Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer mentions reader would look good in a septum piercing, and reader goes " oh? like...this?" and casually flips out a septum piercing they've had all along but kept flipped up for work reasons? and everyone loses it and spencer is completley shook cause "oh no they're hoT" ?” REQUEST ||Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Spencer Reid x M!Reader with aspd (anti-social personality disorder) and although reader doesn't feel strong emotions often, when spencer is in danger from an unsub Reader feels the most rage he's ever had, and he states it to spencer when Spencer's recovering in the hospital.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!ASPD!Reader ||

“spencer x reader where the reader is a BAU agent and genderqueer (he/they), they’re also asexual and (in my opinion) Reid is on the asexual spectrum. And when the team finds out about their relationship they tease about certain suggestive things. But both Reid and the reader tells them they don’t have any interest in sex.” REQUEST || Asexual!Spencer Reid x Gender Queer!Asexual!Reader! ||

“Reid x Vampire male reader where the team investigates murders where the link is that all the victim's bodies where completely drained of blood. Later Reid encourages the reader and offers to trade himself in order to the reader to stop killing innocent people and the reader (suprise) agrees.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Vampire!Reader ||

“Spencer x male reader where the reader has been working at the BAU for at least a year, maybe a little while longer. But! He has 2 full sleeve tattoos, and none of the team knows about it.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Reid x male reader where reader is just so fucking high after getting a tooth pulled” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

“Spencer x gn! reader based on the song Birds by thomas sanders where the reader would be watching birds everyday alone and spencer would notice the reader every time he walked to work.” REQUEST ||Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Spencer x reader where they’re walking along the beach at night and there is no one else there and they talk and run through shallow water.” REQUEST ||Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“spencer x reader where reader is new at the BAU and has nore of a punk/ grunge style (like leather jacket, a piercing etc) and Spencer is kinda intimidated at first but then reader starts to asks him to continue his little rants and is intrested in his science facts, actually listents and he kinda starts falling for her?”  REQUEST ||Spencer Reid x Trans!Fem!Reader ||

“Rossi’s son joins the BAU (I know there would be rules against this cause they’re family but… It’s fictional lol), and he falls head over heels for Spencer?” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Rossi’s Son!Reader! ||

“Spencer x male reader where Spencer’s been gone on a case for a little while(at least a week) and Spencer has been stressed and tired and when he comes home to the reader and Spencer just drops his stuff and hugs the reader and doesn’t want to let go.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Male!Reader! ||

Aaron Hotchner

“Can you do something about Aaron Hotchner introducing his boyfriend to the team? :) “ REQUEST || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“I know you already did something with Hotch, but could you write a little blurb about him and his boyfriend going on a little date, maybe a picnic at the park or something? I love bisexual Hotch and definitely think he is a total romantic.” REQUEST || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Can you please write something about Hotch's first time with a male partner? I feel like he would be a little nervous and his partner would be super sweet and reassuring. :)” REQUEST || College!Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader ||

"Hi 👋🏻 Can I request for Aaron Hotchner x Reader? where the reader and Aaron likes each other but Aaron do not show it to her because he's worried about their age gap? little bit of angst but with happy ending? ^_^" REQUEST || Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral!Reader || 

“hey! could you do m!reader who is a r*p3 victim and the bau gets into the case but Aaron Hotchner has to stand down from the case because he is emotionally involved with the reader. plot thickens!! the reader is Aaron's boyfriend who was afraid to tell Aaron what had happened to him. and in the end it's just the fluffiest fluff comfort from Aaron to the reader.” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Could you write something about Hotch explaining to Jack that he has a boyfriend and introducing his boyfriend to him?” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader and Male!Reader and Jack Hotchner||

“Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x Male Pianist reader? Like reader and his twin sister take care of their niece after her parents passed,and the two meet at maybe a parent-teacher conference?” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader || 

“Can you do a hotch x gn reader based off of the anthrax case and R and jack were supposed to go to that park? im giving you full creative abilities to decide what happens to them :)” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader || 

“can i get hotch who is insecure about his dad bod and scars and the reader (gn) who comforts him with words and kisses to his scars and tummy and then cuddles?🥺” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Would you be able to write Aaron Hotchner x male!reader where the reader is super oblivious to real flirting and still somehow has many innuendos, relatively formal/innocent on the outside but a complete ho on the inside and has bad daddy issues ?” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Can you do an Aaron hotchner X trans male reader when the reader is feeling dysphoric and Aaron comes home to find reader in a nest of blankets and a pile of his jumpers and when Aaron asks reader he just says that the jumpers smell like him so it makes him feel better” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Trans!Male!Reader ||

“Hi, I'm having a really bad night, do you think you could write either Spencer Reid or Aaron Hotchner comforting a male reader crying late at night?” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“I know you don't write smut for your asks, but can you write something about post-sexy time cuddles with Hotch and his boyfriend? I think he would be so soft and caring, and there would be a lot of i love yous and sweet nothings exchanged <33″ REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Hello! Please can I request a hotchxm!reader. Where the reader has been with the bau for years and has been in love with hotch for just as long, but he thought he had no chance, when Haley leaves hotch he’s there for him and feelings are admitted and stuff? If not it’s cool! Thank you! ❤️” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

“Hey I was wondering if you could do a hotch x male reader platonic where the reader is like a teenager and hotch help him when he discovered that his father is abusive ( in the serie hotch says that his own father was) and just a little bit of angst but a end full of hope? Thanks you sunshine ☀️❤️” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner and Male!Reader ||

“Hotch being a father figure to the youngest BAU member” HEADCANNON || Aaron Hotchner and Gender Neutral!Reader

“What if the reader was a full time true crime youtuber!??? That would be so cute just imagining hotch helping the reader to do research for his youtube videos and helping the reader to get the right terminologiy!” HEADCANNON || Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral!Reader

“hi! how would aaron react finding out that his parter is a famous twich streamer and/or youtuber doing commentary on political topics and issues” HEADCANNON || Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Could you write something about Hotch and his husband taking care of their new baby? I just want some sweet dad!hotch with a little baby and him and the reader being so excited to be dads :))” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader PART 1||

“Could you do another dad!hotch one with him and his husband taking care of the baby at home? I loved the other one you did so much <3″ REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader PART 2||

“Hotch x male reader where reader is a psychologist at an asylum but went to an old abandoned one to check what all needed to be redone to be rebuilt and the team's unsub was actually there? And when the team gets there, they find the reader having a conversation with the unsub and reader has the unsub's weapon behind them.” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner and Male!Reader ||

“Hotch x bau male reader where they are dating and one day(after some sexy times) they both come into work with hickeys and the team teases them separately then puts it together.” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner and Male!Reader ||

“I love your writing! Could you do an Aaron x unsub male reader?” REQUEST  || Aaron Hotchner and Male!Reader ||

Derek Morgan

“Can you do a x reader one shot with Derek Morgan with a Reader who’s a doctor 👩‍⚕️” REQUEST || Derek Morgan x Gender Neutral!Doctor!Reader ||

“What about a Derek Morgan one with a Stud!reader meeting the team?” REQUEST || Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Hey! Could i please request an angst piece with derek morgan x male reader, the killer they are trying to find actually ends up kidnapping the male reader (derek’s boyfriend) who also happens to be male readers psycho ex, derek and the crew are given no more then 24 hours to save your life, i hope this is enough, thank you! ❤️” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Request for another Derek Morgan and stud!reader maybe where the reader picks Derek up because he was having a bad day and needed to be pampered” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Hey I saw that you could write trans woman so I was wondering if you could do one with Derek x trans woman and like derek and her are seeing each other for a while and someone like her ex or someone out her and Derek he just super protective of her and he doesn't care bc he really like her idk if you're comfortable with it so if you're not it's okay ❤️” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Trans!Female!Reader ||

“What about 2 x 12 of Criminal Minds Derek Morgan and male!reader who’s is there with the team when he gets arrested” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Maybe some Morgan x reader in which the reader seems to be spacing out a lot because they have a lot going on. Morgan notices and lets reader vent to him about everything. Basically fluffy hurt/comfort” HEADCANNON || Derek Morgan and Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Hopefully this helps cheer you up a little bit! How about gn reader coming out as ace to derek Morgan?” HEADCANNON || Derek Morgan x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“For the ocd reader, could the pairing be with Derek? Reader has been coming in late the last few days, he's trying to tackle the compulsions but it's proving to be harder than expected.” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Male!OCD!Reader ||

“Derek x male reader where it’s Derek telling reader how much he loves him.” REQUEST  || Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

BAU

“And I was wondering maybe a Spencer x reader or a team x reader and the reader got a high emotional intelligence and it's help on cases but they realize to do so the reader had to put a little bit of themselves like if the case really rough they're more tired and just angst cause of that but a fluffy happy ending please?” REQUEST || BAU and Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“What about a male reader whith vitiligo and the reaction of the team when they first met him and the first time on a case when someone a cop or maybe the unsub say something about it and the team is defending him bc he became self conscious but fluff in the end please?”  REQUEST || BAU and Male!Reader ||

“Heeey i wanted to ask you if you could maybe do a Muslim male reader where maybe like they are on a case and hitch tells him to go talk with the victims family and they are like we are not gonna talk to a ter**orist and like the BAU team defending him and like comforting him” REQUEST || BAU and Male!Reader ||

“Hi! Could I maybe request something where the reader is nonbinary (but masc presenting) and keeps getting misgendered when working on a case but is too nervous/anxious to correct people so the team sticks up for them and corrects people? Just something kind of affirming and validating idk,, yeah,, thanks!”  REQUEST || BAU and Non-Binary!Reader ||

“Could I request the bau team with a trans male reader :) They get called out to investigate a string of murders, and the reader witnessed one of them, but is afraid to come forward because he had been out on a date with one of the (male) victims? Small town, old beliefs, that stuff, reader is already probably disliked by most people” REQUEST || BAU and Trans!Male!Reader ||

“i really like your writing and i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is aromantic and comes out to the team and everyones really supportive” REQUEST || BAU and Aromantic!Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“bau team go to the beach on a day off with trans male reader who's super nervous to start off with but everyone's great and makes him feel super relaxed about it?” REQUEST || BAU and Trans!Male!Reader ||

“Okey but I keep thinking about a story where the BAU reader getting r*ped and like something flips in him and he just starts killing r*posts starting by the person who r*près him and like FBI has a hard time finding the killer because they don’t expect it being someone in the BAU” REQUEST || BAU and Male!Reader ||

“I was thinking maybe reader is mtf and hasnt told the team, but during a rough case in her hometown she gets outed and deadnamed and all that smalltown shinanigans?” REQUEST || BAU and Trans!Fem!Reader ||

“bau team go to the beach on a day off with trans male reader who's super nervous to start off with but everyone's great and makes him feel super relaxed about it?” REQUEST || BAU and Trans!Male!Reader ||

“bau x singer!reader where the reader is in the bau and after finishing a hard case, Garcia takes them to a karaoke bar and the reader surprises them with a little thing to get them to smile?” REQUEST || BAU and Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Hey hey! Could I ask for a BAU x reader where the reader is a teenager and see's the BAU as family. They would all be really close to the reader, you know. Can I ask for something really cute and wholesome? Oh! Maybe they could have like a' family dinner' at Rossi's 😅”  REQUEST || BAU and Gender Neutral!Derek’s Child!Reader ||

Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan

“Hey could you do a Derek x Spencer x male reader where they are in a relationship and the reader get kidnapped during a case and the unsub send them a video or picture to show off and idk like a good end bc i love angst but I know I can't handle a sad ending 😭” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Derek x Spencer x male!reader and the reader had been kidnapped(or not) and is having nightmares. And the reader wakes Spencer and Derek up in the middle of the night and they comfort him.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“I just had an idea! A Spencer x Derek x male reader(or Derek x male reader) where they meet derek’s mom and sisters and they embarrass Derek infront of his SO(s).” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Reader ||

“Derek x reader x Spencer where they are at the beach and reader and Derek are splashing around in the ocean and convince Spencer to come into the deeper water with them. Maybe Derek throws either reader or Spencer into the water because he’s strong and he can.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Derek x Spencer x make reader. Reader is an unsub and is supper hot, which factors into his ability to kill people. Reader is almost caught because of the bau’s profile but he talks his way out of being a suspect. I don’t see many unsub!reader fics where the reader gets away with it so I was thinking reader gets away with his crimes.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Unsub!Reader PART 1 ||

“When Derek, Spencer, and reader get married the reader decides to stop killing so that he can focus more on Spencer and Derek.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Unsub!Reader PART 2 ||

“Spencer and Derek find out about the readers crimes and turn him in but can’t stop loving him and visit him in prison as often as they can.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Male!Unsub!Reader PART 3 ||

David Rossi

“can i get Rossi x m!reader where the team thinks the reader is using David for money and are just generally worried about the relationship due to a lagre age gap when in reality David and reader truly love eachother and the reader was already scared about people thinking that he uses David for money and even asked David not to buy him anything expensive. (tho David wont listen to him bevause he wants to spoil his boyfriend)” REQUEST || David Rossi x Male!Reader ||

“hi i was inspired by the insecure hotch fic to request kinda the same but with rossi? like where rossi would get insecure about getting old and white hair since the reader would be noticeably younger than him.and the reader would comfort dave and tell him that his white hair is pretty and that it doesn't matter if he is old but dave is dave and thats why the reader loves him.“ REQUEST || David Rossi x Male!Reader ||

“I'd like to see some Rossi and son reader if that's okay. Maybe with reader x Reid in it as well. I absolutely love how you write and I'm a sucker for feels. So maybe like.. a hostage situation or kidnapping?” REQUEST || David Rossi and Male!Son!Reader ||

“Rossi x reader where they are new parents” REQUEST || David Rossi x Gender Neutral!Reader ||

“Rossi x male reader where the reader, Rossi, and Gideon founded the BAU but the reader retired and Gideon ran away so Rossi is the only one working there(with the show’s bau members). UNTIL the reader is called back into the BAU” REQUEST || David Rossi x Male!Reader ||

“rossi x male reader who is some sort of royalty and in love with rossi and is willing to leave his royal duties to marry David” REQUEST || David Rossi x Male!Reader ||

Luke Alvez

“Hey I was wondering if you could do one with Luke x male reader where the reader is his new neighbor and he also have a dog and maybe they go running together and one day they go on a date? Idk something fluffy with cute doggo and two idiots who fall in love? Thank” REQUEST || Luke Alvez x Male!Reader ||

Matt Simmons

“matt x m!reader where all the kids are adopted and they just adopted 3 month old baby but right after that the reader started showing symptoms of parkinsons disease and is soon diagnosed with it. reader would be physically hurting and frustrated that he cant take care of their children as well as before and especially the new baby and matt comforts the reader about it” REQUEST || Matt Simmons x Male!Reader ||

Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner

“Could you do write a Aaron x Spencer x make reader where Aaron and Spencer both come home really tired and the reader takes care of them? Some fluff and a shake of angst of them being tired.” REQUEST || Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader ||

Jackrabbit; A Firewatch AU || Series || Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid ||

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“Reid meeting Jack for the first time and them instantly bonding” HEADCANNON || Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid ||

Fallen Angel: 3659 words ||  Fallen Angel!Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner ||

Spencer Reid has fallen twice. One: From Heaven when he was pushed. Two: For his boss, Aaron Hotchner.

Coming Out: 3317 words || Gay!Spencer Reid x Gay!Aaron Hotchner ||

Hotch is gay, having an affair with Spencer, and Haley doesn't know. How is she going to take it the Hotch tells her? Will Hotch be able to tell her?

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Just a reminder that these are still open! If you would like, as well, you can send me just a song lyric and I'll write something short around that!

Please keep sending in your submissions these are so much fun to write!

Hey everyone! Lucifer male, gender neutral, non binary song fics are open! Send me a song and the gender of the reader and I'll write a short one shot based in it!

I'm excited to see what y'all give me!