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what do you truly desire?

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Title: what do you truly desire?

Pairing: Deckerstar

Rating: E (minors DNI).

Word Count: 3944 for this chapter, 28,651 for the full fic.

Summary: A Deckerstar romcom AU.

Warnings: Smut, mention of corrupt cops (in the context of having been investigated and caught by one of the main characters).

Created For: @anyfandomaubingo, filling out the free space, @anyfandomfluffbingo, filling out the “sharing a milkshake” square, @lgbtqbingo, filling out the “phone sex” square (they are bi4bi within this fic and are bi4implied-bi in the show), @anyfandomgoesbingo, filling out the “going to the symphony” square, @anyfandomkinkbingo, filling out the “outdoor sex” square, and @mfbingo, filling out the “inconvenience” square.

Read chapter 10 here or below the cut (or the full fic from the beginning here!).

By chance, they have the same taxi driver as last time, who looks deeply judgmental even as Lucifer gives him the address. His expression smooths out when Lucifer also throws over a wad of cash, because he can and he's feeling--generous. Maybe still a little like this is a dream.

Chloe's nestled into his side, hand in his, warm. The sentimental part of him thinks that she fits perfectly; the rest of him, usually prone to cynicism and self-loathing, quietly agrees. Lucifer's not exactly unused to feeling at ease, having made a home for himself with Maze and Amenadiel and all the people he feels worth keeping in his life ages back, but it's still nice. Soothing.

(If someone had told him six months ago that he'd feel soothed while actively going home with someone he'd pined after for weeks, he'd have laughed in their face.)

When they pull up to the same complex as before, there's a lot less fumbling, and they get inside with the door locked behind them quicker than Lucifer's managed in years. He's got Chloe against the door not long after, too, only stopping when she puts a hand at his chest.

"Is Maze working tonight?"

"No, but she told me she won't be home, something with E--mmf."

Chloe interrupts him with a kiss, pulling back to say, "Sorry, not to interrupt you, I just--I've been waiting."

Rather than tell her it's fine, don't worry, he just kisses her, because he gets that. Feels it more strongly when Chloe doesn't just lie back against the wall, actually gets her hands under his jacket to pull him in until she's well-and-truly pinned (though he's sure she could throw him across the room if she needed to, and--actually, that sounds quite fun).

Almost as if reading his train of thought, Chloe bites his bottom lip, and he groans into the kiss, pulling back just enough to lean his forehead against hers. The angle's awkward, and his neck is already starting to hurt, but he's hardly inclined to stop. Still, when Chloe whispers "you know, the bedroom's upstairs", he's barely even had to consider heading up before he's doing it, Chloe in his arms.

She gets a hand on either of his shoulders, looking at him with wide, impressed eyes. "You're, uh, stronger than I realized."

"Benefit of being friends with Maze," Lucifer says, mostly focused on getting her up the stairs without dropping her or hurting himself.

"I'll have to thank her," Chloe says, tone far-away. Her eyes are dark when he glances at her, and he almost stumbles. From her smirk, she notices, but she's kind enough not to mention it, especially when he finds the bed and throws her on it. (It's her room, if only because there's no lovingly-displayed knife collection, or the sex swing Lucifer knows Maze wouldn't part with at gunpoint.)

Chloe beckons him closer with a come-hither expression that he's absolutely helpless to resist. He crawls on top of her and kisses her again, quickly getting distracted by the single-minded determination Chloe brings to undoing the buttons of his shirt. She has it almost completely open before a whole minute's passed; that's better than some of the tailors he's worked with.

Once she's gotten the last button, Lucifer sits up to pull it and his jacket off all-at-once. Chloe puts her hands on his stomach without an ounce of shyness, bold and exploratory. Part of him just wants to look down at her expression as she does whatever she wants with him, but that would mean stopping kissing her, which is completely unacceptable, so they'll have to save that for next time.

Impatient, Chloe pulls him closer, and he hisses at the pressure. He's half-hard, has been since they walked in the front door given that he's abstained from doing this with anyone but himself since the wedding. She doesn't let go of him, though, arches up and makes everything worse and overwhelming and better than his imagination, the warmth of her incredible even through all the layers of clothes.

Clothes he'd actually rather they be rid of, now that he thinks about it, hand on her waist and fingers brushing under her top, waiting for her to show she's fine with it. She's so soft. He's had sex before, plenty of it, he's not sure why little things like that are sticking with him, but they are.

Chloe sits up and pulls her shirt off, leaving her in a practical black bra that has him more desperate than any lingerie he's seen women in before. He wants his mouth on her five minutes ago, settles for kissing the hollow of her throat since her jeans are covering his actual goal. She tilts her head to give him better access, pulling off her bra as best she can with him on top of her.

As soon as it's off, she tosses it into the corner, takes his wrist and guides his hand to her chest. He mostly follows where she guides him, paying attention to what he does that makes her shiver, shake, whine into his mouth. When he puts it all to use, she fully jerks against him and rolls them over.

"Okay, Jesus, you're good at that," she says, hands on his wrists, held above his head in a loose grip he doesn't even slightly want to pull out of.

"If you think I'm good at that, you should see what I can do with my mouth. Hands tied behind my back, if you like."

Chloe looks down at him with her mouth open, just slightly; he grins up at her. "That, maybe next time. The second part. The first--oh, whatever, you're better at being smooth than I am." She's getting her jeans undone and off as she says it, though, making Lucifer feel less suave and more like a lovestruck idiot. Normally he'd hate feeling like this, out-of-rhythm, but how could he hate anything that ends like this?

He mostly-swallows back a satisfied noise when she finally settles down on top of him, more determined to do a good job than he was during UCAS, his loan application for Lux, or any of the other things that could change his life. All of them pale in comparison to her, the noises she makes music to his ears.

When she pulls back, he frowns up at her. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," she says, leaning down with both hands resting on his chest to quickly kiss him on the corner of his mouth. "I just don't want you to have to do all the work."

"I'm certainly not complaining," he says, though when she gets a hand on him, he has to hold back from thrusting into the pressure even through two layers. "Though--ah--I'm not opposed to that."

She laughs at him, not unkindly. "You're cute."

No one's called him that in years. Even Eve had favored other, less-PG compliments. His cheeks feel too-warm, and the muscles of his face hurt from smiling and also probably at least a bit from eating Chloe out. He rolls them over again to make it easier to get everything off, including his shoes which he'd frankly forgotten he had on in the rush to see and touch as much of Chloe as possible. Right now, she's lying back against the pillows, hair fanning out behind her like a halo.

Chloe reaches over to her nightstand and fiddles in the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms and handing him one. "Not that I don't trust you or anything but, you know."

"No, of course," he says, rolling the latex over himself. "It's just safe, not a matter of trust. We can always get tested if we want to to do this differently in the future."

She smiles up at him. "Planning ahead, huh?"

"Of course," he says. "Are you--"

"On the same page," she says, pushing herself back a little on the bed to give him more room to work. "Just glad to see you still are, too."

"Chloe Decker, I doubt there's anything you could do to get me off that page."

With the far-too-sappy sentimentality out of the way, he slides into her in one long, slow movement, waiting to give her time to adjust and him time to get used to the warmth of her. He keeps his movements slow at first, leisurely and deep until Chloe digs her nails in and says, "Faster."

Lucifer listens, kisses her, gets a hand between them and on her clit and swallows the noise she makes. The pace of his thrusts gets quicker, more frantic as Chloe's moans get louder. When she comes, it's quiet; all he notices is her head falling back against the pillow, eyes shut. It's less obvious an O face than most of his previous partners; he could look at it forever.

He follows her off the edge not soon after, pulling out and rolling off of her once he's finished shuddering out his release. Previous experience has shown him the longer he waits, the exponentially more uncomfortable it gets. She shifts so that they're still side-to-side, practically cuddling, and he throws his arm around her.

"So," Chloe says, after a few minutes of silence.

"So."

"Are you tired?"

"Not particularly."

"How hungry are you?"

Chaffin's turns out to be a 24/7 diner, and much less busy at midnight than it is at noon. The waiter smells more skunky than a frathouse's living room, but they have fries and a milkshake out in front of them less than five minutes after they order, so Lucifer tips handsomely.

"Do you just carry thousands in cash on you each night?" Chloe asks brightly. Her hair's a mess, and he's pretty sure her shirt's on backwards. He's sure he looks just as ruffled, and certainly feels as happy as she looks.

"Not each night. You caught me at Lux, I practically live there. Actually, I do live in the penthouse above it, so."

Chloe tilts her head thoughtfully. "You know, if it weren't for the crowd, we'd probably have been doing this for months. I mean, it's a good thing we didn't, since, you know, corrupt cops aren't exactly a great thing to be investigating while in a new relationship, but."

"What, like they'd kill me?"

Chloe shrugs, dipping a fry in her milkshake. "I mean, it was a non-zero possibility. Maze would've moved out a year ago if not to protect me and Trixie."

"That's horrifying, I hope you know. And I mean what you're doing to that fry, not your noble quest to weed out the bad apples."

"What? Have you not tried this before?"

Lucifer shakes his head. She reaches across the table to offer it to him, and feeling only a little like a child, he lets her feed it to him. "That's actually not bad."

"See! Told you."

His milkshake--cherry cheesecake, which he'd gotten out of curiosity and finds he enjoys quite a bit--doesn't taste quite as good with the fry as her chocolate, so he mostly steals hers, who pushes it closer even as she complains about his lack of table etiquette. It's light-hearted, playful, like their normal lunch dates except actually a date this time.

"I really do like this place," Lucifer says. "First diner I've been to in years, but...I do."

"Really?" Chloe says. "They're a staple of my diet. I rarely go out to fancier places than this."

Lucifer laughs. "I can't say I do that, but I'm not going out to Michelin-rated restaurants or anything. Maze's taste tends towards the expensive. When I want fancier things, I usually just make it myself."

"Ooh, I should've let us sleep and you could've cooked in the morning, then."

"We can still do that," Lucifer points out.

"I doubt you'll be able to make anything fancy with what I have in my fridge. I have bacon and eggs, though, that's good for me. So--no to fancy restaurants, and I doubt you go out clubbing since you own your own. What do you do with your free time?"

Lucifer shrugs. "I honestly don't go out much. I used to, but it stopped being so appealing when I turned--I don't know, 35? Unless it's something Maze wants to do, I tend to stay at my place. Read something."

Chloe nods. "I get that. Would you want to go out with me, sometime?"

"Of course. Did you have something specific in mind?"

"I'm not sure it'd be your thing, but I saw this flyer for a piano concerto at one of the universities in town, I forget which. I know you play, we could go. If you want."

"When did we talk about--oh, the wedding. You remembered?"

Chloe nods. "Of course I did."

He can't say anything to that, but manages a smile. She smiles back.

The next morning, Lucifer cooks her bacon and egg. (There was only one in the tin.) He brings it to her in bed, regales her with tales about the things he and Amenadiel and Maze have gotten up to since moving to LA, heartened when Chloe doesn't show any sign of pulling away, even at the less-than-legal ones.

Everything's perfect, for awhile. At least, until he thinks to check his phone and finds several angry messages from one of their suppliers who's annoyed that Lucifer's missed some planned call about rates. (The only one who refuses to meet with Maze, because of a little thing like her threatening to stab them. Once.)

Lucifer messages back, a quick "something came up, will respond once I'm free" and then brings his attention back to Chloe. "So when was that symphony?"

"Oh, in about a week. Why, is that okay?"

"I'll make it work," he says. Frankly, a lot of what he does at Lux isn't business-critical, so unless there's some sort of event planned that he's forgetting about, it should be fine. "Now, last night you mentioned being interested in the tyin--"

His phone rings, incessant, the way it should only do if someone calls twice in the span of a minute. He'd turned it on in case of emergency, having been prone to panic after his nephew was born that he'd miss something. Unsurprisingly, it's the supplier from before, so Lucifer picks up and says, "I'm not currently available to talk. Please wait until I reach out to you."

The man immediately refuses and demands an in-person meeting. This would've been annoying if the man didn't live two states over, too long to drive and just short enough to be a deeply, deeply annoying flight. Lucifer rolls his eyes; Chloe makes a sympathetic expression. "Can we simply do business as usual and not do the meeting? Is there something that requires my attention?"

A hell of a lot of words come out of the man's mouth, which Lucifer's pretty sure all end up meaning no, but I'm not going to do business unless you do the meeting, because I'm a petty, self-righteous asshole. While he'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of his day or week with Chloe, he's pretty sure that he has to get this out of the way if he wants Lux to keep running as usual. Inconvenient, obnoxious, and infuriating, but he hardly wants his business to stop running, so. "I'll be there."

As soon as the call ends, Chloe says, "You know, I'm glad I've never had to do customer service."

"He's not even a customer. But you're not wrong." Lucifer sighs and leans down to press a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry, Detective. Could we postpone all of the things we were going to do until I can get this sorted out?"

Chloe reaches up and pulls him down into another kiss; she still tastes a little too morning-breath, just with a hint of bacon. "All of it might take more than a day, you know."

He laughs. "Well, I'm not going anywhere."

The flight out to Eastern Utah, of all places, is quick but dull, sitting next to a kind woman who's typing like she's got sixteen articles due yesterday and a man breaking all social norms and basic decency to hold hands with the person in the next aisle seat over. (It's all he could get for a same-day ticket; first-class had been completely booked. He'd paid $700 for it, which he could obviously afford, but the principle of the thing still has him furious.)

Unsurprisingly, there had been absolutely nothing that couldn't have been resolved over a phone call, and only one or two things that couldn't have been resolved with a text. He'd spent more time in TSA than actually talking to the person who demanded his attention.

If the universe were willing to work with him here, there'd be a flight back to LAX the same day. There are, but they're all booked, and the earliest he can get home is apparently 9am the next day.

He messages Maze, Patrick, and Chloe to let them know, the former two because of workplace etiquette, the latter because he wants her to know he'd really like to be back as soon as possible, and that he's not avoiding her. Maze dislikes the message but then texts a picture of the outside of Lux, showing she's there and covering for him, Patrick says "got it".

Chloe sends, about twenty minutes later:

Do you want to call?

Of course

Lucifer barely lets the phone get through the first ring before he picks up. "Detective!"

"Lucifer," she says brightly. "How was the--uh, what was he again? Supplier?"

"Oh, he was an arse, but I was hardly expecting anything different."

Chloe laughs. "Yeah, I bet. Sorry about the late reply, by the way! Dan needed my help with something, nervous about a date with one of the new DAs."

Lucifer's first instinct is to doubt who would date the man, but it seems bad form given that he's clearly not trying to be Lucifer's competition. "Lucky him. What's their name? My aunt might have mentioned them."

"Charlotte Richards?"

"Yes, that's my aunt?"

Chloe laughs. "Sorry, it's just...I ran into you so many times. Charlotte recommended that Japanese place to me, and I thought I recognized her at the wedding, but she'd just started with us, so I wasn't sure. I guess we have her to thank."

Huh. Lucifer'll have to send her whatever wine she likes. "Small world."

"Makes a little more sense than just running into each other everywhere," Chloe says. "As romcom as it is."

"Not a fan?"

"Eh. I mean, I'm not against them. But I'm more a scifi fan."

"Really?"

They talk about books for awhile, Chloe surprised by Lucifer's taste for the classics and Lucifer teasing Chloe's taste in YA even as he's endeared by it. They talk the whole way to his hotel, up to his room, for hours and hours. When he yawns, it's with surprise that time has passed, though the sun's long-set. The hours felt like--well, still like hours, but hours he'd enjoyed enough that he never got bored.

"Wow, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I'd kept you for so long," Chloe says. He can just picture her making the same embarrassed face she had trying to put all her notes away in the diner. "Do you need to go?"

"No, I'm fine," Lucifer rushes to reassure her. "I've quite enjoyed talking to you."

"Yeah," Chloe says. There's the sound of rustling or something over the line. "Me too."

"What was that noise?"

"Oh, just--lying back in bed."

"Ah."

Lucifer doesn't ask further, isn't sure if it'd be appropriate, but Chloe clearly has no such qualms. "Where, uh, are you?"

"Also in bed," Lucifer says. "And certainly not opposed to this line of questioning, if you're up for it."

There's a beat of silence, where Lucifer worries that he's pushed too far, then Chloe asks, "Is it cliche if I ask what you're wearing?"

Lucifer huffs out a laugh. "Yes, but that can be fun. I'm--actually, wearing the same suit I wore to your place last night."

Chloe's smiling; he can tell from her tone even if he can't see her. "Do you still look as messed up as you did at the diner?"

Cheeks just a little warm with embarrassment, he says, "God, I hope so."

Lucifer gets back to LA and spends most of his time with Chloe, to the point where Maze corners him in her kitchen one morning and ever-so-politely asks him to take her to lunch, twirling one of her sharpest knives as she does. He agrees, and they go to another fancy place Maze picks.

"I don't know why I'm surprised you're the type of person to get in a relationship and immediately forget everything else exists," Maze huffs.

"Oh, like you've not been spending all your time with Eve?"

Maze glares at him, even as their server sets down their food. (Lucifer had paid almost as much on this meal as he had on his ticket home. He wishes he was at the diner; there'd be a table full of food for that price.) "Not all of it. I see Linda. And you."

"Alright, alright, point taken," Lucifer says, holding up his hands in defeat and apology.

"Good," Maze says. "Anyway, I'm not allowed at Knott's Berry Farm anymore."

"Why the hell would you break in there?"

Maze shrugs. "Eve heard it was haunted and wanted to fight a ghost."

That--actually does sound like her. "Did you?"

Maze frowns. "No. I'm pretty sure ghosts are bullshit, anyway, I just wanted to practice breaking into places. You never know, right?"

Lucifer laughs. "Only you, Maze."

The symphony is beautiful. He feels the music in his chest, loud and rumbling and probably a matter of the acoustics being off in general admission but still profound. Lucifer'll admit he's prone to pretentiousness, but he'd be hard-pressed to describe this without resorting to cliche. Virtuosity, personality, the poetry of the music--it all sticks with him, and Chloe sits with him as most of the people file out around them.

"I thought you'd like it," she says. "I'm glad."

"I did," he says. "I'm lucky you spotted the flyer. And that there were seats available so recently."

Chloe coughs. "Oh, I booked them, uh, awhile back. The case was months ago. I just--I don't know. I couldn't stop thinking of you."

"...really?"

"Yeah. A little weird, but--"

Lucifer interrupts her with a kiss; rude but who could blame him? "I don't--I thought you hated me."

"You? No, I just--everything with the case, and no one willing to be my partner, and that's not even getting into--I don't do stuff like this often. I haven't seen anyone since Dan, not really. You're just--God, you're fantastic."

Lucifer laughs. "Funny, I'd say the same to you."

Chloe kisses him again and pulls back with a quiet, dissatisfied noise. "It's a half-hour drive to either of our places. That's too long."

"I actually have a place nearby," Lucifer says, and then, at Chloe's disbelieving expression, says, "What? Sometimes you want to look at the sunset. And the views in the Hills--"

"--gorgeous," Chloe agrees. "Alright. Let's go."

The house is as opulent as he remembers it; he really doesn't come here enough. The view's fantastic, and the privacy even better; Chloe straddles him on one of the deck chairs, entirely hidden even with the stars above them. Not that he can see them, with the light pollution, but it doesn't matter. He's otherwise occupied.

Hopefully, he stays that way.

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Lucifer (fox) x teen!reader - the meaning of Christmas

For Tv Lucifer could you do no. 49 for teen Reader who's Lucifer's adopted child or foster child who was half demon due to a deal one of his demons made with their parent who then proceeded to use Reader as a sideshow piece because they could predict the future. If not your cup of tea it's cool. - Anon💜

49: “It’s the season of hope and joy.” “I have none of that.” “It’s okay, I have enough hope and joy for us both.”

Sitting on the chair, you rested your chin on your palm, glancing around the precinct.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Dan stopped what he was doing and looked at you, narrowing his eyes a little bit.

“Why not?”

“Lucifer is going to see it and open it before she does.”

Dan sat down in front of you.

“Seriously?”

You nodded your head, gesturing to the spot next to where your elbow was resting on the desk.

He smiled, putting it there.

“Thanks kid.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Sorry, sorry. Do you want anything while you wait?”

You shook her head and he got up and left.

You didn’t often speak to many people, and you were only helping the detective hide the gift for Chloe so that Lucifer wouldn’t ruin it like usual.

Other than that, you had absolutely no interest in getting to know or help anybody.

You sat lost in your own mind, looking into the future of people that happened to cross your paths.

Reaching out, you grabbed the box near your elbow.

“Come on, just a peak?” Lucifer asked.

“No, it’s not for you, go mind your own business.” You grumbled.

Lucifer tried to reach for the box again and you put it inside your jacket.

“Try to take it and I’ll snap all your fingers.”

Lucifer stepped back, raising his hands.

“Alright now, there’s no need for that behaviour.”

Lucifer sat down on the chair in front of you, pulling out his phone to scroll through it.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bag of candy and held it out to you.

Taking it, you opened it to start eating them.

“Have you had a thought about what you want to eat later?” He asked.

“No.”

“Well, you’re a growing demon, you need to eat.”

You said nothing and he sighed a little bit.

“Look at this.”

Lucifer leant forward and you did the same, looking over the screen of his phone to see what he was looking at.

He turned it around so you could see it.

“What am I looking at? I don’t understand.”

“There’s a tree lighting going on, there’s a few stalls and such, it could be fun. Perhaps get you acting like a teenager instead of whatever this is.”

“I don’t want to but if you insist then fine.”

Reaching into your pocket, you held out the box over the desk.

“From your ex husband.”

With that, you got up, making your way out of the precinct.

You reached for the handle of the car, and you pulled it open knowing full well that Lucifer would be right behind you.

Getting into the passenger side, you looked out into the snowy street.

Since Lucifer wanted to go to whatever this Christmas thing was, he dragged you along with him.

You stayed close by him.

“Would you like to try some of these games?” He asked.

“It’s a waste of time and money.”

Lucifer grinned a little bit at you.

“It’ll be fun!”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

Sighing, lucifer sat down on a bench, gesturing for you to sit next to him so you did.

You looked at all the people before turning to him.

“Lucifer?”

He hummed, turning to you.

“I don’t understand why everybody is smiling and laughing.”

Lucifer smiled softly, setting his phone in his pocket before fully turning so he could focus all his attention on you.

“Well, there are many reasons humans enjoy this time of year.”

“Why?”

“It’s the season of hope and joy.” He said softly.

You furrowed your brows a little, turning your attention towards all the people passing by.

“I have none of that.” You mumbled.

Lucifer got up, walking in front of you he crouched down.

He offered you a warm smile, fixing your scarf for you.

“It’s okay, I have enough hope and joy for us both.”

He held out his hands.

“Perhaps you don’t understand it, and that’s okay. It’ll come in time, but for now, how about we make some happy memories to replace those horrid ones living inside your head?”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Well, you can see the future, so, why not look into it?”

You thought for a moment.

It would be easy to just see the future, see if you would enjoy it or not and go home.

And perhaps there was a time you would’ve done that instead of being here.

But instead, you unsurely have Lucifer your hands.

“No, I want to stay.”

“Wonderful!”

Lucifer stood up, pulling you up as well.

“You lead the way.” He beamed.

You looked around before grabbing his jacket, you began to walk and he followed you.

You walked up to the large tree, and you stood there looking at it.

“Lucifer?”

“Yes?”

You pointed to the tree.

“I want it.”

He laughed loudly, placing a hand on your head.

“Well, we can’t take this one I don’t think the detective would approve of that. But we can get our own if that’s what you want.”

You nodded.

“I want all the lights and everything else on this one.”

“Well it sounds like a day to remember. We’ll start tomorrow.”

You nodded and you looked up at lucifer.

“Can I touch it?”

Lucifer looked around before grinning.

“Come on then.”

He jumped over the railing, and he helped you over, taking your hand so you could both run over to the tree.

Lucifer let you go so you could walk up to it and touch one of the branches, examining it.

He watched as you seemed to freeze in spot for a moment, and he watched as you walked over, grabbing his hand and walking around the back of the tree.

“What did you see?” He asked.

“Guards…”

“What else?”

You looked at him, and you looked down at your feet.

You shook your head but you smiled a little to yourself.

You knew what he had gotten you for Christmas, and you didn’t want to ruin his surprise.

But you had never thought about having another family, another father.

But that’s who lucifer was to you, he was essentially your father at this point by all means, he cared for you, let you live with him and he was trying to teach you how to live the way you were supposed to.

Lucifer smiled at you, helping you back over the railing before jumping over.

“Lucifer?”

“Hm?”

You looked at him.

“Thank you for being my father.”

He just beamed a little bit at you, gesturing for you to explore some of the stalls.

He was your new family, and you knew maybe now your life would be better as a half demon on earth

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