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[ If anyone has been looking for Lucifer for the past several-ish days, he’s been totally incommunicado. Not around the ship, not in his cabin on floor 2, not responding to any messages left for him. But he’s not gone.

Now he’s back, in fact! Today he’s in a cabin, and he’s… shirtless. And his hair is a bit mussed, bordering on curly, rather than its usual perfectly-coiffed state. You’re welcome! And, frankly, he looks a hell of a lot more relaxed than he did the last time he showed his face on the network - he’d been almost manic before, a slightly sharp edge to the smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Now, however, he’s chill. Easy. The smile is maybe less bright, but more genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. ]

If there’s still anyone suffering from an inability to speak, I have a suggestion to make! Have you tried orgasms?

[ He looks very smug about something. And then a female voice can be heard off-camera, one that no one on the ship will recognize except for Miss Lopez. An exasperated “Lucifer!”

He only looks more smug, if that’s possible. ]

Right. Coming, Detective!

[ See what he did there? And he turns off the video feed before anyone can catch a glimpse of the mysterious Detective. ]

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[ A small nod, eyes straying at his chest. ]

Dan. [ And then she has to take a deep breath, legs drawing up under the sheet as she wraps her arms around her knees. Chloe leans in to rest her chin on an arm. ] He came to the penthouse.

I was using the bathroom for a moment.

When I came out, he was there with his gun pointed at you… [ Her brows furrow, remembering. ] It’s the only thing I can think of for why he’d — shoot you. Why he looked so — so scared. Terrified. Panicked.

He had to have seen your devil face. But — how? When? Maybe… maybe it was… [ she breaks off on a scowl, ] — Michael.

[ Lucifer is trying to process all of this - after the things that Ella told him, and now this - it's a lot. Apparently, a lot is going to happen in his future, when he'd thought it would only consist of, well - ruling Hell.

But then she says the name Michael and he sits up again, face darkening. ]

Bloody buggering hell, so that twat did show up? When Miss Lopez said I was acting strange, I was afraid...

[ He reaches out to cup Chloe's cheek, his expression a mix of anger and concern. ] He didn't hurt you, did he? Try to get into your head? He's always enjoyed doing that.

He tried… [ She tilts her cheek into his touch, hand raising to cover his. ] It almost worked. But I knew something was off when we…

[ Ah. Right. She’d kissed his brother, more than once. Thinking it was him. At least it had never gone further. Chloe clears her throat, cheeks feeling warm; now, now she’s leaning out of his touch. ]

Everything was fine.

...When you what.

[ Yeah, now his mind is going places. Places he doesn't like. Michael was clearly impersonating him, so how far was he willing to take it? How far did it go before Chloe realized what was going on? He knows his twin, like most of his celestial siblings, couldn't care less about humans, or harming them, if it would achieve his ends - whatever those were. ]

W-well I, you—he— [ Chloe shifts as if uncomfortable under the scrutiny, runs her fingers through her hair to tousle it off to the side. She then gestures to him and back at herself, repeats the motion. ] — I was helping someone return home with some things. The deceased victim’s sister.

Anyway. We get inside, put our things down, and then they came in. We were outnumbered and ducked down behind the counter. I got a few shots in, they got theirs. Moments later and all I hear is: hello, bad guys— [ Damn rights she even pulls out the fake and chipper accent. ] —and there y— there he comes in to help.

It was you. I thought he was you. I thought you were back. From Hell. That you somehow knew where I was, that I needed the extra help. Because you… sent that demon, before.

S-so when all was said and done, I… We kissed.

[ He grimaces. He can’t help it. The thought of his brother, impersonating him, using that deception as a ploy to touch Chloe, kiss her, put his smarmy hands on her - it disgust him. ]

I swear to Dad, I’ll strangle him with his own intestines.

[ Not for touching her. For deceiving her. For touching her under false pretenses. For taking away her choice in the matter. ]

But you figured it out. Of course you did. Apart from the fact that you’re brilliant - [ He leans forward, presses his lips to her bare shoulder. ] - I’m sure he’s rubbish at kissing.

[ Her shoulders had dropped before his lips grace the curve of one, and then she turns her head close to his. ]

Are you asking me to compare you to your brother when it comes to kissing?

[ Lucifer wrinkles his nose at the thought. ]

Absolutely not. I already know I’m superior to him in every way.

[ He trails his lips lightly along her shoulder, just because he can. Because she’s beautiful, and she chose him for some reason. ]

You, uh. You hadn’t been… recently kidnapped?

[ He offers that after a moment, another of Ella’s tidbits. ]

Mm, [ is all she responds with, chin tilting up so she can press a kiss to his brow before he gets too far.

Then she pauses at the question, leans back to look at him. ]

Kidnapped…? [ Chloe makes a face. Who would be stupid enough to try and kidnap a detective. ] Not… that I know of…? Wait — someone actually kidnaps me?

Well, Miss Lopez says so. [ He idly twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. ] But oddly doesn’t recall me getting injured or - well.

So, I think whatever Daniel did - or is going to do - it won’t be fatal, or even serious. It sounds as if Miss Lopez is from farther in the future than you. Also, she was dating a serial killer? But apparently he wasn’t your kidnapper.

Won’t be…

[ The sheet slips to her lap as she twists to properly look at him, brows deeply knitted. She reaches then, fingers going to his neck, pressing to his jugular to feel the reassuring kick of his pulse, again and again and again, alive, strong as ever. ]

Lucifer, you had no pulse. You weren’t breathing. You were… you–you were gone. [ Just gone. Again. Somewhere where she couldn’t follow. Again. ]

… a serial killer…? [ this she echoes faintly, disbelieving, distant, like it’s taking her a few extra moments to catch up. ] Ella was?

[ Lucifer gives her a helpless look. ] I don’t know! I only know what you and Miss Lopez have told me. She’s had a lot to say and much of it didn’t make much sense. About as little sense as Daniel of all people trying to murder me.

[ He frames her face gently between his hands. ] But it doesn’t matter, because we’re here, now, and it’s going to be fine. One way or another.

[ Her hands lift to wrap at his wrists, gaze searching his. ]

Is this a bad time to bring up that your brother also had a lot to tell me? [ Chloe worries the edge of her bottom lip. ] Something about God’s Gift.

[ Ugh. Really??? Really, Michael????? Lucifer’s mouth opens, like he’s going to say something, then closes again because what can he say??? She’s being inscrutable all of a sudden, so what sort of reaction should he expect? ]

Uh. He did?

Mmh, he did. However, it’s as you said, he enjoys getting inside our heads. And… yeah, I wish it had been you to, you know, tell me.

But, hey, [ Chloe slides her hands up to rest over his before her fingers curl to hold them, bringing them down, ] it’s okay.

It took me a while to really understand what it all meant; we’re okay. We’re going to be okay.

[ Then she leans forward to bring their faces close, murmuring quietly, ] You have Amenadiel to thank for that.

[ He studies her face for a moment, uncertain - but she seems sincere. She’s here, isn’t she? She knows, she still wants to be with him, she doesn’t seem angry.

Relief flashes across his face - and with relief, he of course starts babbling. ]

In my defense, I’m not sure at what point I should’ve pulled you aside and said, “by the way, Detective, I’m pretty sure my Father engineered your miraculous birth for the sole purpose of messing with me.”

[ The babbling brings out a fond smile. Closer to the end of what he’s saying, she leans in to kiss him. ]

I know. I understand that it was… probably not the easiest bit of information to have knowledge of or explain. But you can bet your ass I was furious.

[ Ah good, she’s kissing him. He does love the kissing. ]

At my Dad, I know, so was I!

[ Right???? And not Lucifer!!! You couldn’t be mad at Lucifer! ]

And furious with you.

[ His cheek gets a gentle but firm patting. ]

[ Awww, Detective! He frowns a bit, considering. She’s still not leaving! So there’s that. ]

So I owe Amenadiel a thank-you at some point? He, what, stuck up for me?

[ He and his brother have come a long way in the past few years but he’s still not sure he buys the idea of Amenadiel actually taking his side in anything. ]

Amenadiel did what he’s good at—he helped me in seeing the deeper meaning behind being… God’s gift to you.

And, yes, absolutely. You owe him a very big thank you. [ She takes a slow, deep breath. ] I thought that my entire life was, well, basically a lie. That every decision I made, I didn’t make it. It was already made for me, like something pre-made.

It was more than that, and we have him to thank.

You felt like a pawn, in some game you didn’t know the rules for.

[ Yeah. YEAH. He’s intimately familiar with that feeling. ]

That’s… definitely one way of putting it, yeah.

I’m sorry, that you ever felt that way.

[ He says that sincerely. ]

I - I suppose I kept it from you because I didn’t want that for you. You deserve to make your own choices - and you do.

You don't have to apologize for anything. Your father is the one who has some explaining to do.

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wrecked by imagine dragons — fuckin me up

;-;

definitely a chloe song for between 4 finale / 5 premiere

Yis ;-;

😭😭😭

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