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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.”

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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.” 

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I picked up my glass of vodka and tipped it back, taking the last bit like it was nothing. An unwanted figure passes by me at the bar and frustration immediately spreads through my veins. He looks me up and down, probably trying to figure out what’s under my dress. But I’m not dressed for him… I’m only dressed for myself. The figure whistles quietly as his gaze travels down my legs. I peer sideways and frown at his shaggy hair. His face and hands are dirty and his t-shirt is baggy. His jeans aren’t any better and desperately need a belt. 

“Hey babe, why don’t you come join my friends? Gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. I have somewhere better you could be sitting.” He winks and I roll my eyes. 

“How charming.” I said, turning back in my seat to ignore him. I’m sure he’ll mumble something about me being a bitch and walking away, but unfortunately he doesn’t. 

A sweaty palm lands on my shoulder, causing me to tense. The smell of cigarettes waft over me. I tighten my hand on my glass, many harmful spells run through my head as I turn to glare at the man. 

“Hey, look lady, you don’t have to be a cunt about it, alright? You’re here to have a good time and I’m here to do the same.” He said. I lean back in my chair, before slowly peeling his hand off my shoulder. 

“Listen asshole, maybe I wasn’t clean enough before. Let me spell it out for you. What I meant to say was leave me the hell alone.” I said. The man frowns and leans forward, and the fucker is bold enough to place his grimy hand on my thigh. The urge to hex him into the next generation is getting harder to control. 

“Listen babe, cut the crap. Don’t play hard to get, okay? We both know why a beautiful woman like you is at the bar by herself. I’ll buy you a few drinks and we’ll take a few turns on the dance floor. Then we’ll get a room and you can make it worth my time, hmmm?” My blood starts to boil, but an unfamiliar voice cuts in before I get the chance to reply. 

“I think we can both agree that the lady has already given you her answer. I suggest you get going before she starts swinging.” 

The creep takes his hand off my thigh and whirls around to face the new stranger. My own eyes dart over quickly to evaluate him. I was curious to see the owner of the deep, smooth accent that had come to my aide. An accent like that doesn’t belong here. The man is tall, pale ski, and has a head full of curly dark brown hair. He was dressed in classy, yet slightly revealing clothes, but he somehow made it work. The creep’s face was growing red with anger. 

“Listen pal, why don’t you mind your own business? I wasn’t talking to you, was I? I’m trying to have a good time with the beautiful lady and I got here first. If you want her then you should have gotten here before-” He was cut off with a punch right across his jaw. A yelp escapes the creep and his body hits the floor. I gasp in shock, my heart beat quickening as I watch him slowly struggle to his feet. He pulls his own fist back and aims for the dark-haired man who is bristling with anger now. Before he could hit the man, the creep paused and the man glared. 

“Leave the lady alone, now.” He said. The creep dropped his arm and he had a look of horror on his face. The man scurried off and I looked at the stranger confused. 

“Thank you for the help.” I said. The man grinned, taking the empty seat next to me. 

“Don’t thank me yet… What should I call you?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” I answered. 

“Don’t thank me yet, Y/N. I was only coming over to try my luck with the beautiful lady myself. As chance had it, I saw the perfect opportunity to jump in and impress you. Did it work?” There was a twinkle in his eye. I smiled and giggled at him. 

“You might have, so what do I call you?” I asked. 

“Luc.” He answered. Interesting name. 

The two of us engaged in conversations and drinks for hours. He may have been trying to impress me and get into my pants, but he was doing it right. He grabbed my hand and took me to the dancefloor. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, like we’ve known each other for years. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my face to look up at him. 

“Care to make a deal with the devil?” He asked and I bit my lip. Not your usual pick up line, but it sure was working. 

“What would be the deal?” I asked. 

“I take your hand, lead you to the hotel across the street, and stay between those pretty legs all night.” He said and I felt the heat spread between my legs. 

“Sounds like a good night.” I whispered. Luc takes a sharp breath. He steps closer to me, leaning towards me until his lips are at my ears. One finger slowly strokes my cheek. 

“I’m not like the gentleman you think I am. I’m sure you’re used to vanilla men, someone who just wants to touch you once underneath the sheets in the dark. I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and sink in between your thighs. But I also want to tie your hands and ankles so you have to take whatever I give you. I want to spank your ass until it’s red with my handprint and then I want to fill you with my cock, ringing you hard. In my bed, I’m in control. I run the show and take what I want. Your body and your pleasure at my mercy. Try to turn the tables or act out of line and there’ll be punishment. I’ll use you and take what I want, then leave you in the morning.” He growled passionately into my ear. There’s a quiet hitch in my breathing as my heart begins to speed up. My world spins at his words, he’s so different to other men. 

“Take me.” I said and he pulled me along to the hotel across the street. As soon as we get into the room, his lips slam onto mine and I gasp when I feel his erection press against my quivering thighs. His hands grasp both sides of my face as his tongue slants over mine, winning his battle for dominance. I sank into his kiss as my head swims with this magical feeling he’s giving to me. There’s something about this man that I can’t put my finger on. He feel’s so magical, yet dangerous. His hands trail down my back and cup my ass, they skim the delicate skin of my inner thigh, then run up my hips. They travel up my stomach and cup my breasts. His hands return to my back and unclip my bra. He pulls away suddenly, pushing me more into the room. 

“Clothes off, now.” He demands. He steps back, chest heaving as he watched me. There was no way I could disobey him, it was like I was in a trance. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my hand. It lands on the floor next to my feet. I heard Luc take a deep breath. My heart flutters as I bend over and take off my heels. 

“I can’t wait to touch all that beautiful skin.” His admiration encourages me as I slide my black-laced panties off. They lay discarded on the floor next to my bare feet. I shiver in anticipation as his warm hands skim their way up my bare back. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and my nipples stood erect. He grasped my arms firmly and pulled them backwards. He guides me downward until I’m bent over the soft bed. When his feet push on my ankles to widen the space between my legs, my heartbeat quickens and I lick my lips. I want to rub my thighs together, desperate for friction, but I don’t dare move. I feel rope slither around my wrists, leaving them bound behind my back. However I never felt his hands leave my skin… He lends down and places a kiss between my shoulders. 

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, my little witch.” He said and my eyes widened. I looked back at him and his eyes turned red. 

“Lucifer…” I whispered and his smirk grew. His palm suddenly reaches back and strikes my ass, leaving a resounding smack through the room. I jolt at the sudden strike, and I’m unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips. 

“You really thought you could escape me?” He said. I bit my lip and swallowed. 

“Your beautiful cheeks are going to be red.” He growled. 

“Please…” I whispered quietly. 

“Ahh!” I cried out as his palm struck my other cheek. Again, and again, and again. The room is quiet except for the sound of his hand landing on my skin and my moans. 

“You look perfect with my hand prints on your ass.” He says and I barely hold back a whimper. 

“I wonder, how wet are you?” He asked and slipped between my open thighs, finding my clit. I jolt and back my hips as pleasure spreads like an electrical fire. I arch my back and moan as his thumb works my little button. My world is shattering into nothing but heat and flames. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on edge. Is this just the power he has over us witches? 

“So fucking wet. Your pussy is absolutely drenched. Is this all for me, darling?” He asked and I nodded my head as I rocked back into his touch. Hot pleasure builds in my pussy and I’m nearly speechless. He growls and his movements begin to slow. 

“Answer me.” He demands.  

“Yes!” I cried out desperately.

“Thought so.” He replies smugly. His thumb picks up the speed and I feel my juices flowing. The idea of my wetness slowly sliding down his fingers has me feeling flushed. I moan and rock my hips faster. Every stroke sends me higher into oblivion. I whimper at the heat pooling in my belly, the pleasure building inside me. His touch is everything I thought it would be and more. 

“That’s it my little witch, ride it out.” He growls low in my ear. His words, combined with that husky voice, sends me spiraling over the edge. A moan escapes my throat as the powerful orgasm crashes into me. My pussy spasms asI arch my back, riding the waves. 

“You’re more beautiful when you come, and that’s just the beginning.” He whispers into my ear. With a loud groan, he stands and roughly turns me over. He cupps one of my breasts. His tongue gently glides across my earlobe as his thumb roughly flicks my nipple. I cry out in pleasure. 

“I think the other one is feeling neglected, don’t you?” He whispers in my ear. 

“Please!” I beg shamelessly. He switches to my other breast, paying the same attention as my other. 

“What do you want, my little witch?” He asked. I felt my cheeks heat up and bit my lip. A smack landed on my pussy and I groaned. 

“Answer my question, what do you want?” He asked, more demanding. 

“You, I want you. Please!” I begged. He pulled back, his fist closing around the shaft of his huge cock. He spreads my legs open and rests the tip of it at my entrance. His fiery eyes met mine and that dark smirk appeared on his face. Before I could even think about anything he pushed into me. I have never felt so full in my life. He hissed as he eased himself further inside me and I moaned at the fullness. His eyes closed and I took a moment to memorize his features. I had never met the Dark Lord myself, but every witch and warlock was to devote themselves to him. Something I haven’t done since I ran away from my family. 

“So fucking tight, my little witch.” He groaned. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pushing him deeper inside me. He began rocking his hips back and forth, all my thoughts disappeared. I took a deep breath and tried to free my arms, but it was no use. His magic was much more powerful than mine. I rocked my hips as best I could to meet his thrusts. With each thrust, his cock hit the perfect spot inside my pussy. I closed my eyes and released a loud moan. Lucifer reached between us and stroked my clit. 

“Oh yes!” I moaned, his thrusts increasing. The sound of skin slapping and moans were the only thing to be heard by anyone who was passing. The roaring inferno swirled in my stomach once again, a delicious fire that threatened to burn me. His cock continues to pound inside me, even as he lends over and bites down on my shoulder. A cry leaves my throat. 

“What’s my name? Tell me, who’s fucking you into oblivion right now?” He demands. 

“Lucifer!” I answer, breathlessly. 

“Who’s your Master?” He asked. His thrusts became more erratic as his jaw tensed. 

“You, Lucifer! You, you, you…” I trailed off. He threw his head back with a satisfying roar and I feel his cum spurting inside me. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. 

“Yes, my little witch. Give it all to me.” He growls in my ear. My body finally begins to relax as  he pulls out of me and I feel the urge to sleep take over my body. Before I know it, my eyes are closed and I’m off to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning alone and clothed. I thought that night was a drunken dream. Until I got pregnant… I ran once again and tried my hardest to keep my child safe from her Father. I didn’t know what he would do if he found out, but I wasn’t planning on learning. I would keep the heir to Hell away from her destiny for as long as I live.

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A/N:hello! I decided to write this story in second person, that’s why you might find the first chapter slightly changed. This took me forever to write; babysitting is hard! Anyway, I’ll leave you guys to this second part. Thank you for being here!

Part One

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“So, tell me, what is it with you and this necklace?”

You groaned, “Lucifer, what are you talking about?”

Since the day you had met him, Lucifer had become obsessed with you. At first, he used to look at you and ask you from time to time what did you desire. As if that wasn’t weird enough, he kept mentioning that the reason why you were able to resist him was because you might have been similar to Chloe. At some point, you stopped trying to give a sense to what he was saying.

So now here you were, in your lab working on a new murder from the same church serial killer, with Lucifer asking you a new bizarre question. Apparently, he didn’t like it when you suggested that the reason why you were not attracted to him was simply because you… weren’t.

“Well it’s obvious! It must be that chunk of metal that’s blocking my powers,” Lucifer said gesturing towards your necklace.

You touched it instinctively. You had this necklace since your birth; you never took it off your neck. When you were a child you used to think that as long as you wore it, an angel would protect you. Then you grew up and realised it was just a fantasy. Nevertheless, that necklace with an angel wings pendant was very important to you, and even though you didn’t believe in angels anymore, you still felt safe having it around your neck.

“See? You are doing it again. You’re always touching it.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to work, “Lucifer, the reason why I’m touching it is because it means a lot to me, not because it has some kind of shielding powers against the Devil.”

Yeah, about the Devil thing. The first days you had known him, you had tried to avoid that metaphor he insisted on using. Soon, you realised that all of that religious talking was a part of him. Truth be told, you weren’t fond of him at first.

You didn’t have anything against him, you just couldn’t stand it when a person was trying to force on you their religious beliefs. However, Lucifer never tried to force you into believing that he was the devil. He simply told you - thousands of times, yes - but never imposed it on you. So you accepted this quirky side of him.

“Then you wouldn’t mind taking it off, would you now?”

You froze in the middle of your action. A dreadful feeling was spreading inside of you and you felt like choking.

You touched again your necklace and warmth surrounded you. As long as you had that necklace with you, you were safe.

“Miss Y/L/N? Are you okay?” Lucifer sounded concerned, but when he tried to come closer, you took a step back.

“Yeah, I am,” you muttered before turning your back at him and starting to work again. “Anyway, no, I won’t take it off.”

Lucifer made a whiny sound, “but what if my father has something to do with it? After all, those are angel wings! What if it is connected to one of my siblings? Maybe that is the reason why I have my angel wings back.”

You smiled, “I think your father has better things to do than sending one of his angels to give me a necklace, Lucifer.”

You jumped a little when you suddendly realised he was right behind you.

“You are a curious little human,” he said looking at you in a way you could not decipher. It was like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

You hummed, not paying much attention to that comment, which didn’t stop Lucifer from following you around the lab as if he was your shadow.

“You said you don’t believe in my father and yet you talk about what I say as if it’s true. Why?”

You shrugged, looking at him with a slight smile, “I don’t believe, that’s true, but you do. And that is enough for me to accept it and not mention that everything you say sounds crazy to me.”

Lucifer smiled, “as I said, you are an interesting little human.”

*

You were on a crime scene when it happened again. You had sensed it, just like the first time.

That morning, Ella called you because another body was found murdered in a church. The serial killer hit again. When you arrived there, you noticed that the same MO was used. This was the sixth case and you were nowhere near finding the killer.

This case was causing a lot of problems. Chloe was working days and nights trying to find the killer. You and Ella were doing your best but the killer was too good at his job. The crime scenes were always neat and security cameras never caught anything. You were all going crazy.

However, this morning the killer finally slipped. Apparently, they were interrupted before finishing the victim off. A priest had come in the church and immediately alerted the police. Sadly, the victim had passed away before he could reveal anything, but the priest was alive and now he was answering Chloe’s questions.

Lucifer was next to you when it happened.

You were collecting the last piece of evidence from the crime scene when you heard him speak.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. I heard there’s a new update on the case.” He sounded quite joyful.

You looked at him and smiled lightly, “good morning to you. The killer was spotted by a priest, so they say.”

Lucifer chuckled, “oh? Strange, isn’t it? Our friend seemed quite the meticulous type.”

You frowned, “you are right,” you sounded alarmed and as if something hit you, you started running towards Chloe to tell her it was all a trap.

“Miss Y/L/N?” Lucifer called after you but it was too late.

Before you could reach Chloe, you heard a shot. It was a trap, just like you had thought and the target wasn’t the priest, it was you.

You heard Lucifer screaming your name, soon followed by Ella and Chloe.

Before the bullet could even reach you, everything went black and you collapsed on the floor. Your necklace was burning hot on your skin.

*

You were starting to wake up and the first thing you heard was someone screaming.

Then you were surrounded by a wave of pain. You knew the bullet didn’t even touch your skin, so you probably hit your head quite hard. Everything was fuzzy so you didn’t immediately realise that the screaming stopped and that a surprisingly worried Lucifer was staring at you.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

He was about to touch your cheek but he stopped.

“Miss Y/L/N, this would be an excellent moment for you to say something.” He tried to smile but you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes.

You were so tired, you didn’t want to talk but Lucifer was so worried and… why was he so worried?

“Is a-anyone hurt?” You asked weakly.

He frowned, “yes, Miss Y/L/N, you are!”

You shook your head, “no no, not me.”

Lucifer was even more confused. What were you talking about? Why would anyone be hurt if you were the target? And why were you about to cry?

“I did it again,” you whispered. You started crying.

Lucifer was taken aback and he tried to touch you but he stopped again.

“What have you done, Miss Y/L/N?” He asked cautiously.

You sobbed, “I didn’t know I was the target otherwise I would have gone far away.”

“Bloody hell, Miss Y/L/N, what are you talking about?” Lucifer seemed a bit annoyed now.

“The explosion! I killed them,” you shouted before passing out again.

*

It had been two days since you came back home. Your head injury was healing well and the skin of your neck wasn’t even burnt. Just like the last time. You could swear the necklace had burnt your skin, and yet there wasn’t a single scratch. You had imagined it again.

You had learned from Ella that no one was hurt aside from you and when you asked about an explosion, she didn’t comment on it and said that there was none. You had immagined that too.

Chloe had tried to talk to you several times, and so had Lucifer. They couldn’t understand how the bullet didn’t even touch you. You were in his trajectory but you were fine and there was no trace of a bullet.

Truth was, you didn’t have an explanation. You just knew that no harm could be done to you. You had always wondered how you never got hurt as a child, or how dangerous things never happened to you.

Like that day when you were surfing. You could swear there were sharks, and yet they just swam peacefully around you. Or when your school caught fire and the flames hadn’t touched you once.

Or when you were involved in a car accident and your whole family died, but you survived without a scratch. Every time your life was in danger, you could feel your necklace burning your skin followed by an explosion, after which you would pass out. Once awake, your skin was intact and people around you were either dead or injured.

Maybe you really had a guardian angel.

You scoffed at the thought. Despite your effort to disclaim religion, your mother’s teachings were hard to forget.

You touched your necklace again. Your mother had always told you that an angel gave her that necklace and for that reason it would protect you as long as you wore it. Yes, it made you feel safe, but it was just a piece of metal, nothing more.

You heard knocking on the door and for a moment you thought about not answering it. You decided against it eventually.

“Hello, how can I help you detective?” Honestly, you were a bit annoyed that she showed up to your door uninvited.

“Hi, Y/N, sorry to disturb you but we just want to ask you few questions about the case,” she said apologetically.

“We?”

“Well hello, Miss Y/L/N, missed me?” Lucifer entered the house with a charming smile and before you could mention anything, he sat on the couch as if he owned the place.

“So, shall we?” He grinned at you.

You scoffed. He could be insanely irritating sometimes. But you knew that deep down, you actually cared for him. You had realised that when you were at the hospital and you had found yourself glad that the first face you saw after waking up was Lucifer’s. Obviously, you would never tell him that, he was already cocky enough.

“What is it?” You asked tiredly.

“The Detective here seems to think that you are going to be the next victim. How funny, since we all know that you avoid churches like the Black Plague,” there was some kind of command in his voice, almost as if he was telling you not to go to a church. As if he was worried about you.

“I… I’m sorry, why would I be the next target?” You asked.

Chloe sighed, “we believe the killer was on the crime scene on the day of the shooting. You were obviously the target since there was no one close to you. The priest also said that he heard the killer, who we now know is a man, saying something about a girl.”

You couldn’t believe it, how was it possible?

“You don’t seem worried,” was Lucifer’s dry remark. He was studying your reaction.

You shook your head, “why me?”

Chloe looked sad, “we don’t know yet. It seemed like the killer was targeting atheists but the shooting felt personal. We believe you are in danger, Y/N.”

Lucifer got up with the biggest grin you had ever seen, “here comes the fun part!”

You raised an eyebrow, “oh really? I wonder where’s the fun in all of this,” you muttered sternly.

Lucifer opened his arm and pointed his hands at his entire figure, “me of course,” he said cockily. “You’ll be staying with me until you are safe again, Miss Y/L/N.”

Summary: Y/N is a blessed child protected by the Archangel Michael. After an accident, she moves to LA and joins the LAPD as a forensic scientist. She is an atheist, therefore, her path is destined to collide with Lucifer’s, which will cause Michael’s wrath. When a new serial killer strikes in LA, Y/N will finally learn the truth about herself.

Warnings: set somewhere around season 2 with a lot of changes taken from the other seasons, like Lucifer’s devil form. Therefore, if you haven’t watched all four seasons, I recommend you don’t read it. Despite my endless love for the Deckerstar, in this story they will just be partners.

A/N: hello! I decided to only post this story here on Tumblr and not Ao3 because honestly the latter would take away a lot of time which I really don’t have. Therefore, I decided to reduce the length of the story, which will still be around 10 chapters. So if you decide to join this adventure with me, welcome on board! And thank you for trusting me in case you decide to stay for the whole story. As always, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language and I am trying my best.

Part Two

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There is a moment in life, a crystallised instant frozen into time, when your world is crumbling into ashes, a moment where you are put in front of two options: let the ashes and scraps bury you or fight back and change what is killing you.

Fighting back was the hardest choice, you had learned it the hard way. Deciding to put your past behind you, to move forward and start a new life where, hopefully, things would go your way, was the most arduous choice you had ever made; and yet, the best.

You moved to LA a couple of weeks ago, knowing absolutely no one, barely being able to rent a place where to live and a job to help you survive. You had left your hometown behind, not regretting your decision even for a second. There was nothing left for you in that shallow city. No friends, no family. When you chose LA as a new chance at a better life, you did it knowing that everything could go wrong. LA was the city of thousands of possibilities, where people pursued their dreams. The harsh truth was that you were alone and from that moment on, your future depended on you. You had no intention of messing it up again.

You now worked for the LAPD as a forensic scientist. You had worked all your life to achieve this goal and still could not believe that you finally made it. You had worked in many labs before, but you had never collaborated with the police. Maybe your second chance to a better life was becoming more real than you had first imagined.

“So, Y/N, where are you from exactly?” Ella Lopez asked. She was your colleague now and the best forensic you had ever met. She was a nice girl.

You hummed, “oh from a small town.”

Ella looked confused, but you decided to ignore it.

“So, what brings you to LA?” she asked cheerfully.

You looked at her. You felt a bit guilty for the way you were treating Ella. This was your second meeting and you could tell Ella was trying really hard to get to know you. To be honest, you didn’t want to act so cold with her. You genuinely liked Ella, in fact, you would have loved to be friends. However, you could not allow yourself to break Ella’s trust and heart, not considering how pure and joyful she was.

It was best for you to stay alone.

“Just work,” you replied not even looking at Ella but focusing on your microscope instead.

“Ookay, got it. You are not a talker. Well, I am, so don’t mind me occasionally talking to myself. Actually, I’d talk to you cuz you look pretty cool but hey I don’t wanna pressure you.”

You chuckled, “got it.” Despite your efforts to remain cold, you had the feeling that Ella was growing on you and you were becoming rather fond of her endless talking.

Ella nodded, “good. So, have you found anything interesting?”

You finally looked at her and allowed yourself to smile lightly, “not really, just what we already know. Victim was found dead inside of a church, 3 stabs in the heart, several injuries added post-mortem. No sign of the killer’s DNA on anything we’ve got so far.”

Ella groaned, “damn, who would kill someone in a church?”

You shrugged, “a fanatic, I guess. To be honest, it doesn’t seem to be personal,” you muttered getting closer to Ella so that you could both look at the photos taken on the crime scene. “Look at the way the body is displayed, it’s too methodical to be a rushed action dictated by anger.”

“Yeah, you might be right. So, what do you think we are dealing with?”

You shrugged again, “I don’t know. But clearly the killer had a whole scheme planned ahead.”

“Wait, it’s like you said,” Ella exclaimed taking the photo of the dead body and pointing a finger at it, “it’s clearly a methodical work which requires time, therefore, the killer knew exactly what to do and how to do it. They planned this, and I think it means that they had a lot of time to display the body like this. Who could have all this time in a church without no one noticing?”

“You are right, especially since these injuries post-mortem wouldn’t have been easy to add in such a precise way unless knowing that no one is going to disturb you.”

Ella smiled, jumping around and hugging you, “we are such a great team! I need to tell Chloe about our theory, I’ll be right back, partner!” and with that said she was gone.

You smiled, there was something inside you that was becoming warmer, a feeling you had long forgotten. Ella had called you partner and even though you were trying to avoid getting close to your co-workers, the thought of it was enough to leave you smiling like you had not done in a long time.

It felt good to finally have a theory about the case. You had joined the LAPD only two days ago and they were already working on this case. Apparently, a white man, around 45 years old, was found murdered in a church four days ago. The cause of death was three stabs in the chest but the gruesome part was the way his body was displayed in the middle of the church; the man was laying down with his arms stretched and two needles pinning his hands to the floor, while his legs were crossed and also pinned by a needle. The curious part was that the man was an atheist and that according to his wife he would never set foot on a church. The detective Decker was investigating the case when you joined them and apparently nothing had been found on the killer yet.

They still didn’t have much information on the person that could have killed that man but at least now they had a lead to follow.

You were still looking at the file when the door of the lab sprung open.

“Miss Lopez! Any update on-…” the person who had entered suddenly stopped and looked at you in annoyance, “you are not Miss Lopez!”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at the man, “clearly not.”

The man scoffed, “and who are you exactly?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. May I ask you the same question?”

“Oh, you must be the new lab geek. The detective had mentioned it earlier, I think,” he muttered to himself before looking at you and grinning, “I am Lucifer Morningstar.”

You were beyond shocked, just standing there with your mouth and eyes wide open. “Lucifer Morningstar? You serious?”

He chuckled, “of course! I am the Devil, darling.”

You burst into laughter. You could not believe what you had just heard.

Lucifer seemed offended, “something is amusing you, perhaps?”

He was now walking towards you, a serious and intense look in his eyes. You found yourself taking a step back, suddenly very aware of his closeness.

“I just find hard to believe that you are the Devil, Mr Morningstar.”

Lucifer smiled wickedly, “oh, do you now?”

He was getting too close. So close that you could finally notice how handsome this man looked, how dangerously attractive and charming he was.

“Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, what is it that you desire?”

You gulped and looked away. For some reason, you found that question frighteningly intimate. There was something about this man that made you feel naked, exposed, vulnerable. And you hated it. You clasped your necklace in your hand and, as if waking up from a dream, you narrowed your eyes. 

“I desire pizza. Now, if you’ll excuse me” you replied, walking away from him.

Lucifer blinked several times, he could swear his mojo was working, he could not understand what just happened.

“Who is that girl?” he whispered when the door of the lab closed in front of his face.

New Idea for a Lucifer x Reader Fanficiton

I am working on a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader/Original Female Character (I still have to decide) and I think it’s going to be my most challenging story so far! I am so excited!!

I think I am going to post it on Ao3 because it will be quite long. I’ll probably post it here as well, in case someone is interested.

Here’s the plot:

- Reader is a blessed child protected by the Archangel Michael

- Reader works with the LAPD as a forensic scientist together with Ella

- Reader is an atheist, therefore, she will often clash with Lucifer

- Reader wears a necklace that protects her from danger

- Reader will have a hard time believing Lucifer is actually the devil

This is what I can reveal so far. I don’t know when I will start posting it, for I am really busy (I’m an aunt now!!) but it’s a story that I really care about so I want to take time to make it good.

As always, it’s based on one of my weird dreams. Can’t wait to show you guys the first chapter!