#lucifer imagine

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It takes a mere 60 seconds for an adult to drown. One minute for the water to claim a life. And when you are watching the person you love drown helplessly, it feels like literal hell. Lucifer would know as he was forced to do so at gunpoint after having already been shot once.

How did this all happen?

It was a case that started the same as every other case, with a dead body. It was a drowning with foul play involved. During the investigation, another drowning victim was discovered. Long story short, they were both on the same swim team in high school. After interviewing other kids on that swim team, you had figured out who the killer was and who his final target was. The killer was a kid who almost drowned when three of the swimmers took him out in a lake and flipped his kayak thinking it was funny that he couldn’t swim. His name was Ryan, and four years later, he was getting his revenge.

He was planning to strike again, this time at the high school gym. You were able to intercept his intended victim and cautiously went into the gym, hoping to catch him off guard. What you weren’t expecting was for him to have an accomplice who was armed.

“LAPD, Put the gun down,” you ordered.

“I don’t think so Detective, put yours down or I’ll shoot your partner over there,” he replied. 

“Come on Ryan, I get why you are doing this. You wanted them to feel what you felt that night. What they did to you was cruel. I wish I could change that, but I can’t. But if you have your friend put the gun down, we can all walk out of here tonight,” you tried to reason.

“Have you ever drowned detective? Did you know that you don’t actually inhale until right before you blackout? The instinct to not let water in is so strong that you won’t until you can’t handle the excruciating pain from the pressure in your head. You try to fight it, but really it’s when you let it in that the pain goes away,” he explained.

“That night at the lake wasn’t the first time I drowned and they knew that. I was terrified of the water, but I thought they were my friends. And when they flipped me they just watched and laughed. Then they left me there to die,” he growled. 

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through that Ryan, I really am. But we need him to put the gun down so no one gets hurt,” you replied. 

“You’re just like them. You’re just another stupid popular kid, you don’t even see me,” he shouted and then redirected his attention to his friend, “Shoot him,”

“Wait,” you yelled putting your gun down. “My gun is down, you are in charge of this situation. Tell me, Ryan, what do you want to happen next?”

“Hmmm. Come over here,” he ordered. You took a deep breath and did so overly aware of Lucifer watching worriedly. 

“Take off your vest,” he demanded and you did so. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you tried. His response was hitting you across the face which caused Lucifer to lunge in your direction and caused Ryan’s friend to shoot him in the abdomen. You watched as the blood seeped through his shirt. 

“Okay what next?” you gulped tears running down your cheeks. 

“Stand still,” he said as he strapped weights to you. You watched Lucifer who was leaning against the wall grimacing from the pain. You had a plan, but it was absolutely bonkers and absolutely last case scenario.

“Okay now, jump in,” Ryan ordered.

“What?!”

“Do it or he’ll shoot your friend again, in the head this time,” he said.

“How do I know you won’t shoot him again after I jump?” you asked.

“I give you my word,” he said, not that that meant anything.

“Detective, you can’t actually be considering this?” Lucifer tried to reason. 

“Do it now,” Ryan demanded. 

“I’m sorry,” you said to Lucifer before jumping in.

The weights pulled you down to the bottom of the deep end. You flailed and fought against it with everything you had. But it was no use, eventually, you gave in to the pain and let go.

Lucifer was outraged as he watched you go under the water. He wanted to jump in and save you but instead was forced to watch it happen. When the water stilled he wanted to cry out but refrained. He knew that you were dead because he was healing.

In an instant, his sadness for you turned to anger. He walked towards Ryan’s friend who was firing repeatedly at him and slammed him back into the wall hard enough to knock him out.

“What? How? I-I don’t-What are you?” Ryan questioned as he edged backwards in fear. 

“I am the devil. And the amount of water you will be surrounded with in hell,” he said flashing his eyes before he knocked him out as well.

He didn’t waste another second and dove underwater. He went to your lifeless form and broke off the chains allowing them to sink to the bottom with the weights. He then struggled slightly to lift you out of the water jumping out and starting CPR.

“Come on Y/n,” he said as he did chest compressions before pausing to give you mouth to mouth.

“Come back to me,” he yelled as he started the second round of chest compressions. He knew that he needed to call an ambulance, but he also couldn’t stop what he was doing. 

“Come on, come on,” he said frantically as he started the third round “Please Y/n” he begged.

It was then that you started coughing up water and Lucifer pulled you up into a sitting position pulling out his phone to call for backup.

“Are you okay?” you asked pulling up his shirt as he hung up.

“You die and your first question is if I’m alright?” he laughed kissing your forehead. 

“I’m fine,” he added as you were looking at him expectantly, “Are you okay?”

“I’m doing great for someone who just drowned,” you joked.

“Back-up is on the way, then we can get out of here,” he added wrapping his arms around you ignoring the fact that you were both soaking wet. 

It was Dan who came in first, “Really guys, swimming on the job?” he joked and Lucifer shot him a death glare. Ryan and his friend were carried out and placed in the back of squad cars. Lucifer stood up and helped you to your feet. Your body was on fire and he had to support the majority of your weight as he escorted you out to the ambulance.

They checked you over and warned you that you weren’t entirely out of the water yet. They gave Lucifer a list of symptoms to look for over the next 24 hours and extinguished any thought you had of going to work the next day. 

After what felt like forever, you were back in the passenger’s seat of Lucifer’s car. The wind making it freezing as you rode back to LUX. You then made a beeline for the guestroom shower wanting to feel warmth again. Lucifer was going to offer to shower with you, but he figured that you had been through enough for one night. Instead, he took his own shower and made you some tea and pouring himself a strong drink. He had come far to close to losing you.

When you came out of the shower Lucifer met you with the warm tea in his hand, which you graciously accepted. You climbed into bed and laid with your head on Lucifer’s chest just focusing on the steady rise and fall along with the sound of his heart beating. You had come far too close to losing him.

The next day Lucifer hardly let you leave the bed. He insisted on having a proper day off and catered to your every desire. The two of you watched TV together and spent the day in, which was a nice change of pace all things considered.

This is part 1 of 2 of Crash. It is a Lucifer x Reader Imagine. Honestly, I don’t know exactly how I feel about it, but full send. 

It was a rare occurrence that you and Lucifer got a night off between your work at the precinct and the celestial drama that came with dating the literal devil. That is one reason that you were so excited about tonight. It was the two year anniversary of your partnership with Lucifer and your guys’ one year anniversary as a couple. Both of you had agreed to put your other obligations aside for one night. It didn’t matter if someone was murdered, if the streets caught fire, or if it started raining frogs, this date was happening. At least that is what you thought. 

You were at your apartment getting ready, being interrupted occasionally by texts from Lucifer. He was even more eager for tonight than you were. He had planned the entire thing meticulously with help from Ella. He wanted everything to be perfect because tonight was finally the night that he was going to propose. 

The old Lucifer would have never considered marriage, the thought of being tied down to one girl for the rest of his life, which was literally forever, was completely unappealing. He could never imagine wanting that, especially when he got to experience an endless party with all of the sex he could ever dream of. That was at least until he met you. He soon came to realize that one meaningful relationship with the right person was everything he never knew that he wanted. Sure, there were snags along the way, but he couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else. When he thought about what he truly desired most, it was you. In a way, it had always been you.

He arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early to make sure that everything was set up just the way he wanted. He took the ring out of his pocket and placed it on the table, then decided against that placing it back in his pocket. To say that he was nervous would be slightly underselling it. He knew that he had no reason to be, but he really couldn’t help it. He knew that this was going to be one of those moments that neither of you would ever forget. Taking a drink from his flask, he decided to text Ella in an attempt to make the time pass faster.

His phone started ringing which brought a smile to his face as he saw your name and goofy contact picture which accompanied it. He wasted no time answering it, “Aw, Y/n love, how far out are you?”

“Lucifer,” you started.

Something was wrong, he could tell by your voice. He stood up and went towards the bathroom so he could hear you better. 

“Y/n? Are you okay? What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s the car from the other day, it’s following me again,” you explained trying to stay calm.

“Where are you right now?” he asked already fumbling for his keys. 

“I’m about five minutes from the restaurant, I went the back way. Oh god,” 

“What? What’s happening?” he questioned as he ran out to his car.

“They’re trying to run me off the road,” you cried as the car hit into your own causing you to momentarily lose control and scream.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Lucifer yelled as he sped in your direction.

“It’s okay, I’m-” 

That was the last thing you said before Lucifer was forced to listen to the crash. He yelled into the phone begging for a response, but to no avail. He reluctantly hung up in order to call 911. It felt like an eternity before he arrived at the crash site. 

He barely put the car in park before sprinting over to your car which was upside down in a ditch completely mangled. Your car was smoking, which was not a good sign. Between that and how dark it was, it was very hard to see. He knelt down and tried to get a good look at you and the position you were in. He knew that the smoke meant the entire car was at risk of catching on fire and that he didn’t have much time to get you out. He could see blood but wasn’t able to make out the source of the injury. 

“Lucifer?” you coughed, barely audible.

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m right here. You’re going to be fine,” he said as he used his strength to pull off the driver’s side door.

“Okay, I’m going to get you out of here. Can you put your hands on the roof?” he asked.

You nodded and repositioned yourself yelping in pain.

“Attagirl, now I’m gonna undo your seat belt and get you out of there. Ready? 3-2-1” he spoke as he undid your seatbelt and pulled you out of the car. He carried you a safe distance away trying to be careful not to cause any further damage, laying you down and gently resting your head in his lap.

“Can you tell me where it hurts?” he asked as he scanned you for potential injuries. It was then that he noticed the piece of glass sticking out of your stomach. 

“It doesn’t hurt,” you breathed. 

Lucifer carefully repositioned himself to apple pressure around the glass to help staunch the bleeding. 

“Be thankful for the adrenaline darling,” he replied checking for any other obvious injuries.

“Is it bad?” you asked trying to sit up to see before Lucifer stopped you.

“You’ll be fine, I just need you to be still until the ambulance gets here.” he answered calmly. 

“Some date this is,” you coughed.

“I’ve had worse,” Lucifer laughed.

“Why is it so cold?” you whispered. This caused Lucifer to frown, it wasn’t cold at all. You were in LA in July, it had to be around 70*. Regardless, he played along wishing the ambulance would arrive already.

“I don’t know, but here’s my jacket,” he said as he laid it over you and repositioned himself to apply more pressure.

“Always such a gentleman,” you said causing you to cough again. This time there was blood in your mouth. 

“Okay, that’s enough out of you,” he quipped trying to hide his concern.

You frowned but couldn’t care too much, everything was starting to numb out. You were struggling to focus. Exhaustion was taking over your senses. Lucifer seemed to notice this and started talking to you again, but it was like he was speaking a different language. You could hear him, but you couldn’t understand him.

You were still conscious when the ambulance arrived and Lucifer hoped in with you. He continued to talk to you, but it was like you were underwater, nothing seemed real. His worried face was the last thing you remembered seeing before the drugs kicked in. 

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Lucifer walked into the precinct with coffee for the two of you. Truth be told it was partially an apology. Even though he couldn’t explicitly remember doing anything wrong, you had been ignoring his calls and texts, so he must have angered you somehow. He was mentally going over his blanket apology when he walked to your desk only to realize it was vacant. He checked the clock and found it entirely bizarre that you weren’t there. 

Lucifer walked through the precinct asking Dan, Ella, and his other friends on the force if they knew of your whereabouts, which they didn’t. Dan did agree that it was very unlike you to miss work, especially without calling in. He took out his phone and tried to call you, but it went straight to your voicemail. 

Even though everyone cautioned Lucifer not to worry as there was most likely a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this, he couldn’t help it. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong. This wasn’t like you at all.

Getting nowhere at the station, Lucifer decided to swing by your place and see if you were there. When he noticed your car in the driveway, he was relieved. That at least meant that you had made it home last night. You probably just forgot to charge your phone and overslept. He made his way inside using the spare key you had given him. He walked in and glanced around calling out for you, frowning when he received no response. He checked the bedroom and bathroom, but it was no use you obviously weren’t home.

It was then that he decided to start making phone calls. He reached out to Maze, some of your friends, even your mother, none of which had heard from you since yesterday evening. He was stuck, debating what his next move should be. He asked himself what you would be doing if the situations were reversed.

He decided to head back to the station and see if you checked in. Maybe Ella could track your phone? He didn’t know to be honest, at this point he was starting to really get worried. He was walking towards Ella’s office when Dan called him over with urgency. 

What he saw next made him sick with anger. There was a video, which appeared to be live streaming with you tied up in a chair face bruised. A man was speaking, “- LAPD ruined me in front of my family. So I will ruin your family in front of your eyes. You have 6 hours to fix this or the detective will be punished for your sins.”

This is a Lucifer x Reader imagine. Enjoy! PS. you can find the rest of my imagines on my Masterlist.

Why couldn’t one case just be open and shut easy? This is what was running through your mind as you were running after your latest killer. The two of you maneuvering through a construction zone. Luckily, you were not afraid of heights because that would have been a serious problem. You wondered how far off Lucifer was, secretly hoping that he’d show up to intervene sooner than later.

You were closing in when your phone started ringing. You looked down for a split second, which was long enough for you to lose sight of the killer. You continued walking cautiously, “Graham, it’s over, there is nowhere left to run. Just turn yourself in,” you advised moving closer. 

That is when he came up from behind you and shoved you towards the edge. The two of you struggled against each other. You were able to hear voices nearing you and apparently he did as well as he pulled you up near the edge and held you by the throat with your sidearm forced against the side of your head.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot her, I swear I’ll do it,” he yelled desperately. 

“Okay Graham, just calm down. We don’t want anyone to get hurt here,” Dan answered calmly edging just into your line of sight.

“I can’t go to jail, I can’t,” Graham urged.

You were analyzing the situation trying to figure a way out of it. There was no way that you were disarming him, the two of you were too close to the edge for you to try any physical maneuvers. He was already becoming unstable which meant he was becoming less and less unpredictable. While realizing the bleakness of it all, you just wished that Lucifer was there. 

“Graham, I need you to let go of the detective. Do that and we can talk about this, I promise,” Dan tried to reason.

“I-I can’t. Oh God, how did this happen? I didn’t mean for this- This isn’t me,” Graham spiraled, his grip on your neck tightening, making it harder to breath. It was then that you noticed Lucifer, you could see the worry in his eyes as he assessed what was going on. 

“Graham, it’s going to be okay. Look at me, no gun, I’m not going to hurt you,” he tried, taking a step towards the two of you. Graham watched him, tears running down his face as he realized for the first time how screwed he actually was. 

“You’ve got the gun, you have the power. Just let the detective go,” he coaxed not daring to break eye contact for even a second. Graham started to release his grip on you, at least enough that you could breathe freely.

“That’s it Graham, just release the Detective,” he repeated calmly taking another step towards the two of you.

That was all it took to set Graham off. He whispered, “I’m sorry,” before shoving you over the edge and making a run for it. He made it three steps before Dan shot him in the shoulder and two of the officers cuffed him.

Lucifer watched as it happened lunging towards you, but he wasn’t fast enough. He screamed your name and then sprinted down to where you were absolutely terrified that he had lost you. When he made his way down, the sight made him want to throw up. Your body was still, too still. There was blood that he couldn’t place. The entire thing looked surreal. He checked for your pulse and put his ear to your mouth listening for your breathing. All the while praying to his father that it was there and that you weren’t —-.

Dan came close behind him calling for the medics and warning Lucifer not to move you. Lucifer was internally freaking out to the point that he barely noticed him. All that he could focus on was you. He had to be pulled away when the medics arrived and couldn’t even focus on the words they were saying. He just watched them swarm around you hooking up monitors and applying braces. He was at a complete loss. He didn’t take his eyes off of you once until they loaded you into the ambulance. 

“Sir! Are you riding with?” one of the medics asked.

“Wh-what?” Lucifer asked snapping out of it.

“Are you riding with?” she repeated. 

“Yes,” he said before climbing in with you.

“No response,” “Glasgow Coma 6”, “Potential Hemorrhage,”

Lucifer heard the words and reached for your hand willing you to be okay. You  arrived to the hospital and were rolled away frantically by a plethera of nurses and doctors. Lucifer was left standing in the hallway as you were taken to the trauma wing. There were tears in his eyes as he watched you disappear out of sight. To those who saw him, he looked like a lost puppy whose bone was just stolen.

Dan and Ella rushed to the hospital, Ella called Maze who called Linda who called Amenadiel. Everyone arrived separately and tried to reassure Lucifer that everything was going to be fine, but he wouldn’t believe them until you were back in his arms and he could hear your laugh.

After what felt like an eternity later, your doctor finally came out.

“Is anyone here for Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n?” she asked.

“I’m her boyfriend and partner,” Lucifer said as he stood up. The others also came over to hear what was going on. 

“Her injuries were more severe than we first thought. We were able to alleviate the pressure and stop the bleeding in her brain. She was placed in a medically induced coma to allow the inflammation to go down. We won’t know the full extent of her condition until she is awake. She’s quite lucky to even be alive,” the doctor explained.

“Can we see her?” Maze asked. 

“She’s in the ICU right now and can’t have visitors. In the morning, we will be moving her to a private room and reducing her sedatives. You should all go home and get some rest and come back then,” she answered before excusing herself back to work.

Everyone was a little disheartened by the news, but no one more than Lucifer. “Lucky to even be alive,” he repeated in disbelief. If only he would have got there sooner, maybe this could have all been prevented. 

“But she is, and that is what is important brother. She will be fine, Y/n is strong. You know that,” Amenadiel reassured resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Y/n is one of the strongest humans I know,” Maze added.

“I just wish-” Lucifer started.

“Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for this. Don’t think about what you would do differently. It’s not healthy,” Linda interrupted. 

“I can’t help it,” he said staring off and replaying the scene in his head again.

“You should all go home, I will stay with Luci and make sure everything is okay,” Amenadiel spoke. 

“I’m not leaving,” Maze stated sitting down next to Lucifer. 

Linda, Dan, and Ella reluctantly left knowing that there wasn’t anything that they’d be able to do until morning anyways. 

It was a long night, but none of the celestial beings moved from their seats. They just sat and waited. The small talk didn’t last long before a comfortable silence took over. Maze and Amenadiel were just as worried about Lucifer as they were you. They knew that he would be more than devastated if something happened to you.

It wasn’t until 10 am the next day that the nurse came and led Lucifer back to your room. He paused for a moment outside your door. He knew that once he opened it he would have to face reality and there would be no turning back. He took a deep breath and opened the door. 

There you were, a hospital gown where your uniform had been. A bandage secured firmly around your head and a tube that was allowing you to breath sticking out of your throat. You looked helpless which was not something Lucifer had seen before. 

He felt awkward and out of place, not knowing what he should do exactly. He was nervous, which didn’t really make sense to him considering you were unconscious. It was all too much for him, seeing you like that. He took a seat beside you and took your hand, but even that felt off. He wanted to be there for you, but he didn’t know how to be.

Everyone else trickled in and out, all talking to you. Dan explained that Graham was locked up for good and how the cases were waiting for you whenever you were ready. Ella had brought in a bag of your clothes from Lux and explained how she made sure that your car made it back from the scene. Maze lovingly threatened you. And Amenadiel wished you well. Finally, it was just Linda and Lucifer in your room.

“Why do they do that?” he asked staring at your hand.

“Why do they do what?” she asked.

“Why do they all talk to her like there is nothing wrong?”

“Well, some people have to normalize situations in order to cope. It is also believed that coma patients are aware of their surroundings. Have you not talked to her?” she asked. 

“I don’t even know what to say,” he answered.

“Maybe it would help if you close your eyes and pretend that the two of you were back at LUX? Just a normal day. I’ll give you the room,” she replied, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He sat there for a minute, just thinking before he gave in and tried it, closing his eyes. “Wow, this is absurd. Me. Lucifer Morningstar at a loss for words,” he joked. 

“I don’t know what to say. Linda said to close my eyes and pretend this is a conversation between us at LUX. Which I am, but you wouldn’t know that because you are unconscious. I don’t know how I am supposed to pretend that everything is okay when we are where we are. It’s my fault, we shouldn’t have split up. I just- and when I saw him with a gun to your head. But then I watched you fall and I thought you were-,” he revealed so caught up in the moment he hadn’t even noticed you squeezing his hand.

You tried to say something and started freaking out still not entirely aware of the fact that you were intubated. The sudden change in your stats not only caught Lucifer’s attention, a look of relief and worry taking over his face, but also caught the attention of the nurses who rushed in and forced him out. 

After what felt like an eternity, he was allowed back in your room. You were propped up more, breathing on your own, clearly worn out. The nurse informed Lucifer that you were mostly fine, and just needed to take it easy and rest. Overtaken by the good news, he pulled her into a hug.  

“Wow, you moved on already,” he heard you joke softly. His chest felt like it was going to burst with relief.

“Come now Darling, you know no one will ever replace you,” he said smoothly as he went to your side, “how are you feeling?”

“Better now that you are here.”

“Well, I do tend to have that affect in people,” he smiled.

“Graham?” 

“In custody. He will be locked up for the rest of his life. He’s lucky you’re okay otherwise that would have been the least of his problems.”

“Lucifer…”

“Don’t Lucifer me, if not me, Maize would have taken care of him. He almost–” but Lucifer couldn’t finish that thought.

“But he didn’t. And I’m fine. See,” you interrupted doing small jazz hands at the end.

“I love you, you know that?” 

“Well I would hope so at this point,” you laughed before adding, “I love you too Lucifer.”

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need? Anything I can get you?” 

“No, I have everything I need right here,” you said through a new wave of exhaustion.

Lucifer, picking up on this, replied softly, “Get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

“Goodbye”

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