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My new Lucifer fic :)
"We were gonna go out and celebrate her thirty-fifth this year. Yeah, she's a total party girl, I know, so she did something on all of her birthdays, but just with us ladies. She planned this very elaborate bash right after the one she had when she hit twenty-five. It was gonna be a costume party with demons and angels." At the penthouse she now shares with Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker smiles sadly as she stares down at her mountain of files she needs to sort through. "God..." She buries her face in her hands for a second, then looks at her fiancé again through her hazy vision, then blinks to try clearing it.
Lucifer frowns. "I wish I were so it'd be easier to find her. He's got eyes everywhere! Dad is completely useless anyway, though."
She lets out a weak, humorless chuckle and wipes a budding tear away, probably smearing her eyeliner. "Yeah."
"Then I’d torture her kidnapper in Hell…”
“That's what I've always admired about you, you punish the most despicable of the human race once they're dead." Chloe sniffles.
He moves closer to her and sets the paperwork on a coffee table, away from her for now. "My love, you're so exhausted...why don't we retire to bed, hm?" His knuckles trail up and down her cheek and then he places a lock of her hair behind her ear. "We're in our pajamas, we've put the kids to sleep, we've done our nightly routines...all we gotta do is catch some Zs!"
Wordlessly, she snuggles into him and he engulfs her. She stares at her shining engagement ring with small red and black initials that read C.D. & L.M. As elated as she is that they'll be together forever, she can't help but feel guilty for moving on.
Her daughter Trixie, almost fifteen, sits in the back of Lucifer's black convertible with her arms spread wide as music plays. Next to her, is two-year-old Aurora in the booster seat. Wearing designer sunglasses, Lucifer and Chloe are in the front. They drive along the Pacific Coast highway under a bright sun with the ocean nearby. Lucifer grins back at the girls and then faces forward, raising his arm. Chloe laughs. She and her man chat. They stare into each other's eyes. Trixie beams in the rearview mirror. Lucifer and Chloe each extend a hand beyond their respective doors.
At the beach, Chloe stands barefoot on a rock, her golden hair blowing all around her face and her long-sleeved pink and yellow flower-patterned ankle-length summer dress billowing out and then ghosting across her legs a few times. She spills her glass of champagne as she climbs down. "Ah, shit!" she says through a giggle, feeling slightly drunk.
"Careful, babe!" Lucifer tells her through a grin. He's leaning back on his hands, watching their tiny daughter try to build a sand castle, but then she gives up and just starts digging with a yellow shovel while sitting in her big sister's lap. "Going to China, are we, my little light?" he asks, and Rory claps her pudgy, sandy hands in response.
"Yeeeeaaaaah!" she shouts gleefully.
"Dude, you know my mom can't really hold her liquor." Trixie squints at Lucifer with a cheeky smile and then shades her eyes. She and Chloe exchange a wave.
"Your point is, little urchin?" he teases her.
She scowls and punches his shoulder playfully. "Hey! I ain't pequeña."
"Well, not as much as her." Lucifer gestures to baby Rory. "I just think of you as my own daughter...I've known you and your mother since you were a gap-toothed second grader."
"You're such a dork, you even wore a fancy suit to the beach." This makes Chloe cackle out loud. "It's hard to watch me grow up, I get it. Pretty soon, I'll have a boyfriend!" Trixie sends him a devious smirk and widens her eyes dramatically. "Ooooh..."
He rolls his eyes. "Ah, you're torturing me, child."
"Ha!" Trixie sits up proudly. "Tía Maze has taught me well, then."
"Say what now?" Chloe walks up to them and bends down to Rory's level. She pecks the top of the small one's head and then Trixie's temple. "I still can't believe you're already going to high school, munchkin." She switches her attention back to Rory and pokes her youngest, making the mini cherubic brunette giggle. "Good job with that digging, little angel!" With her flute in her hand, she sits between Lucifer's legs and he pecks her cheek while winding his arms around her, his hands clasped on her belly. They each rub Trixie's knee and poke a now babbling Rory's nose, making both kids chuckle together. Trixie watches Chloe and Lucifer, truly fascinated, as they touch their cheeks together and turn their faces toward the sun with their eyes closed. They sway together and as they kiss each other's cheeks, Trixie rises to her feet. The toddler looks up at her, confused.
"You guys are cute, but also disgusting." Trixie winks in Lucifer's direction and he nods, giving her a thumbs up. "I think that's our cue." She strokes Rory's brown hair and the little girl glances up at her again, this time with a happy smile. "Come on, bebécita, let's go find some seashells!"
"Whyyy?" Rory whines. She continues making her hole.
"Our mommy and your daddy need their privacy. It's grown-up stuff."
Lucifer puts up his hand to stop her. "Hold on, you don't need to go...this is exactly why we all came here! Otherwise, we'd have left you two with Linda and Amenadiel to play with Charlie."
"Yeah, it's a family outing," Chloe puts in.
"Okay..." Trixie squats and plops back down, gazing at them cheerfully. He clears his throat and starts to stand. Then, he helps Chloe to her feet. They share a tender smile. He gets down on one knee and takes her hand in his. She gasps shakily and covers her mouth; she's fully aware of what this means. Really, she should've seen it coming after five years of dating and being such a strong couple, but she hadn't expected him to do this in front of the girls. Their daughters. Trixie holds up her phone and points at Lucifer. Chloe can only assume she's taping this.
"Chloe Jane Decker...you are the best woman in the world...so pretty, and kind, all-around wonderful! I enjoy being with you and I love you deeply...I have since we started being partners...actually, when I saved you from that vile creature...I won't ruin this with his name. You were a detective...now you're a lieutenant. I'm so proud of you, I always am. You make me a better man...I don't hate myself anymore, and it's because of you. We support each other through both the awesome and tough periods of our lives, and you're an amazing mother...and even though you snore like an Albanian field wench-" This causes Chloe and Trixie to crack up hysterically. Rory imitates them. "I would be honored if you were by my side until the end of time." He takes a small black box out of his pocket and releases her to flip it open, revealing a sparkling gold band. "You're my eternal sweetheart. My beautiful lady, will you marry me?" he asks gently, his eyes still locked on hers.
"Yes," she whispers, feeling a lump crawl up her throat. Tears prick at her eyes, one rolls down her cheek, she brushes it away, and then she beams while clutching her heart. "A million times yes!" As he slides it onto the third finger of her left hand, right next to the silver commitment ring he'd given her a few years back, she shrieks with happiness and bounces on the balls of her feet. He rises and kisses her. She inhales deeply and they embrace. She rubs his back and he smiles while lifting her slightly before setting her back down. "I'm gonna be your wife! Wow..."
"I'll be your husband!"
"Whoo-hoo, ¡felicidades!" Trixie hollers. She high-fives them.
"Did you hear that, kiddo?" Lucifer grabs Rory off the ground and holds her high in the air. She laughs out loud and kicks her legs, spraying sand everywhere as he spins her around. "Mama and Dada are getting married!" He brings her back down and rests her on his hip as both he and Chloe kiss either of her chubby cheeks. They bring Trixie into a group hug and Chloe rests her head on his shoulder, letting out a chuckle mixed with a sob.
Everyone will be excited to learn of their news, but there's someone missing. Someone who Chloe just knows would be planning her bachelorette party the second she saw Chloe's ring. She'd scream so loud in unbridled joy, enough to shatter an eardrum, and god damn it , Chloe wishes she were here.
"Baby, I know she's not with us," Lucifer murmurs, and she clutches onto him, needing his strength at this moment. "I just...I don't want to rush you or anything...we don't even need a huge ceremony-"
"She'd want us to have one," Chloe insists as she lays on his chest. Their legs tangle together. "I'm not going to let our wedding be some cheap courthouse shit. Lavish and grand is more fun...and we've got a free venue! I've never seen Maze so excited about true love before we asked her if Lux would be cool to have it at."
"I mean, of course she was, partying is her thing!"
"Yeah, but she congratulated us."
"She doesn't really believe in soulmates...her self-esteem is worse than mine...says she's a soulless demon."
Chloe scoffs. "Impossible! She's wrapped around Trixie's little finger...that softened her somewhat."
"True."
They continue snuggling on the couch and then she yawns exaggeratedly. "Take me to bed? My feet hurt..."
"I would be delighted to." Lucifer smiles and carries her bridal style into their bedroom. She giggles as he sets her down gently and tucks her in. He slips under the covers beside her and they face each other, beaming. They proceed to make out, but they're quiet so they don't wake the girls. "I love you," he keeps repeating with each kiss he presses on every inch of her skin.
"I love you too," she responds happily.
They moan each other's names as their kisses become more and more heated. He's admitted before that first sexual fantasy he ever had of her had happened long after his first wife had passed on. He had been able to tell Chloe was attracted to him, since she kept making excuses to be right next to him while working on cases and catching criminals.
"You're a great partner," she compliments Lucifer from the top of the stairs at the Los Angeles Police Department.
He wipes his sweaty forehead with his arm. "Thanks. You're stretching my ego."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all. I love it. You're a wonderful detective. You get everything just right."
"Wow. Thank you," she says quietly.
"You're welcome."
"Lucifer, I know that smirk," Chloe said slyly. "It's a horny thought you're having about me, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah...you were wearing red lingerie under that outfit..."
"What outfit?" She squeezes the spot and he moans as she massages his hardening cock under his briefs.
"That black tank top and those jean shorts. You know when we first flirted with each other?"
"Hm...I'm surprised you still remember that day."
"How could I forget? You were irresistible."
" Were ?" she teased him.
"You still are, light of my life."
Chloe smiles brightly as Lucifer wraps her in his arms and kisses her a few times. He touches her hair and then strokes her shoulder. She rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep with their hands joined.
The next morning, Lucifer lies beside a sleeping Chloe. He rises on one elbow and then gazes at her face. He smiles as she sleeps; she's so pretty. She moans and mumbles, but then lets out a long snore, ending it with a snort. Lucifer stifles his laughter and Chloe wakes with a smile.
"Good morning, sweetie!" He kisses her and sucks on her bottom lip after, nibbling it slightly, then smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
"Mmm...morning, my handsome devil." She grins. He then tickles her and she giggles. She sits on top of him and he beams up at her. She reaches for her phone and tosses aside a lacy garment. "You're feeling feisty..."
"Oh, yes, I am...in fact, if we didn't have to get up for work and the children weren't home, well, then...I'd be up for about four to six rounds of hell yeah !" He growls playfully at her and she chuckles.
"Same here! What do you wanna eat?"
Lucifer winks at her. "Your pussy," he whispers, and she covers her mouth and falls back on the bed, cackling. "You can have my sausage later."
She shakes her head with a smirk. "Yes, well, your cock sounds pretty good too, babe, but seriously, I'm vacillating between eggs and pancakes!"
"Your choice, my precious Chloe!"
She decides on egg sandwiches on sourdough bread, a Decker family tradition that Chloe passed on to Lucifer, Trixie, and Rory, except the youngest of them has hers cut up into small bite-sized squares. She serves cut up strawberries and peaches with it, and of course, orange juice. It's all so delicious, and afterwards, Lucifer puts together the kids' lunches while they and their mother get dressed. He scoops some leftover spaghetti into two food storage containers, closes them tightly, and slides Rory's into her pink unicorn lunch box-the little one has taken after her big sister in her obsession with the mystical creature-and then he plops Trixie's meal into her light blue backpack. He gives them each a chocolate cupcake for a special treat. Afterwards, he makes Chloe a grilled cheese sandwich.
He smiles, thinking back to how he used to not want children, but now he just loves being a father. He also never imagined himself being with only one person day after day, but having Chloe as a life partner is a blessing. He's extremely lucky to have them.
She comes back into the kitchen with her hair up in a bun and she's wearing jeans and a flower print blue top with a matching blazer. Trixie is beside her in black pants and a teal green shirt, her curls twisted around each other in French braids while Rory runs up to him in a yellow dress and high pigtails. "Hey, there's my beautiful girls!" Lucifer kneels, picks up a now giggling Rory, and pecks her cheek. She pats his beard. He exchanges a short but sweet kiss with Chloe and bumps his fist against Trixie's, then pulls it away from hers, and they both mime an explosion.
"Have a great day at your job, Lieutenant," he tells Chloe with a grin, and she beams back at him.
"Thank you, and enjoy yourself at Lux..." She points at him, pursing her lips in an amused fashion. "But not too much!"
Lucifer chuckles, knowing she's just teasing. "Hey, I'm just there to help Maze with her bartending duties, at least until I start working at the hospital." He hands Rory to Chloe, and she jiggles the tiny child in her arms.
"Doctor Morningstar, I like it," Chloe murmurs with a grin. She leans close to his ear. "Maybe you can teach me about some of the work you do," she adds suggestively, throwing a flirtatious wink his way.
"I will, my love," he whispers back, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. He redirects his attention to his daughter and Trixie. "As for you two little devils, good luck in school!"
Trixie salutes him. "Muchas gracias."
"De nada."
"Bye, Daddy!" Rory calls out, waving at him. He exchanges goodbyes with the three of them and then they depart.
"The Whisper Killer just struck again!" Amenadiel informs Chloe. "We're making an arrest right now, Sonja's talking to the witness who followed him to his house." Her heart thumping rapidly against her chest, Chloe quickly stands and taps her gun which lies in the holster on her belt. She sees Detective Corbett do the same thing, and the three of them rush after Officer Harris, who is quickly exiting the police department. Several others, including Officer Cacuzza, are leaving to check out the scene of the crime.
"Oh my god, finally, we're gonna catch that women-murdering asshole," Chloe states as she gets into the passenger seat of Sonja Harris' police car.
The patrol officer nods at her with a serious expression on her face. "Okay, stay on the line, Michaela, we'll be right there," she instructs the lady into the phone, and then hands it to Chloe. The sirens go off as she presses her foot onto the gas pedal and speeds down the road, with the men just a few inches behind them.
"This is Lieutenant Decker. You're gonna be okay. Just make sure he does not see you," Chloe murmurs.
"I know, ma'am, otherwise it's over...and I don't even have anything to defend myself with!" The poor girl starts hyperventilating. "Can I just leave? I already gave Officer Harris the address..."
"Yes, go somewhere safe! Thank you so much for reporting this."
"You're welcome!"
Sonja stops at a dusty, dirty house in the middle of nowhere. Several windows are cracked, the paint is peeling on the outside, and the blinds are shut. There's litter all over the ground, such as pieces of cardboard, broken glass, and bloody rags. "Definitely looks like somethin' from a horror movie," she comments as they both get out.
"Mm-hm." A shiver flutters down Chloe's spine, even though she's been doing this kind of stuff for years. She has the strangest feeling in her gut. A rat runs over her shoe-covered feet and she jumps. " Oh! God damn it, I hate those things."
"Me too," Sonja mutters.
With her gun in hand, Chloe kicks down the criminal's front door. She, Sonja, Amenadiel, and Carol enter. They cover their noses. In the dimly lit room beyond, knives and glass bottles rest on metal tables.
"LAPD!" Chloe shouts, tightening her hold on the pistol, but no one answers. "I know that motherfucker's here."
Carol points to a white lily lying on the floor and exchanges a look with the others. There's a few further into the house. Chloe inhales and exhales nervously. They're gagging and flies are buzzing. They look through an open door leading into an office. A brown-haired woman sits in a chair, facing away from them. The women both gasp. They all move into the office, their guns still at the ready. Sonja spins the chair and blood covers the lady's chin; her eyes are blank and her face pale.
"Jesus Christ," Amenadiel says, and they raise their weapons, stepping toward a door in the corner. A man emerges and Chloe recognizes him right away.
“Where the hell is she?!? You were the last loser seen with her!” Chloe snarls.
He puts his hands up in surrender and backs up. “No idea who you mean, blondie. Who are you? Why are you in my house?!" he demands. He whips a knife out of his pocket and aims it at them.
Amenadiel tackles him to the ground and Chloe squats down and locks his wrists together with handcuffs. "Pete Daily, you are under arrest for the murders of Madison Evans, Diane Luna, Vera Chen, and Phyllis Cameron," she informs him, and then reads him his Miranda rights.
"Oh, shut up, you bitch!" He spits at the floor.
"I bet you'd really like to make sure I do," Chloe states dryly. She gives him an extra hard shake before standing up and dusting her pants off. Amenadiel and Sonja drag him away. She and Carol are in charge of calling the ambulance to pick up the body, taking photos, and searching for more lilies. Suddenly, she spots files on top of a media cabinet. Chloe lifts the box. A piece of note paper slips out from underneath and clings to a wall outlet beside the media cabinet. She pulls the paper away from the outlet and it flutters in the breeze. She lets it go and it sucks back onto the outlet. With her keys, she removes the outlet wall plate, revealing a hole behind. Bright pink light shines through the hole onto her face. She steadies herself against the cabinet and rises.
"Lieutenant?"
"Corbett, come here." She waves him over and points to where she was inspecting. "Check this out."
"Huh." With a curious look, Carol moves the media cabinet aside they find a large opening, with the same pink light. They get down on their hands and knees and crawl through the opening into a large room. White lilies grow on tables, lining the walls and another table in the center of the room. The light shines over the flowers. Their mouths hang open as they scan the room. Several syringes and medical vials rest on a table.
"Holy shit..." They both hear a crash and distant shrieking or crying. "What was that?" Chloe asks.
"He's probably got somebody trapped here."
They go through the large rooms and shout hellos so anyone who's inside can hear them and scream for help again. The closets are empty, but they hear creaking from upstairs. They go to investigate, and what they see stops them cold.
"I guess he didn't want to risk anyone escaping," Chloe points out. "Holy fuck," she whispers in horror.
There are ropes hanging from the ceiling in the perp's attic. Five girls, all between the ages of three and seventeen, have the nooses wound around their necks. They're naked, and blood is still dripping off of their bodies and onto the floor.
"This is making me sick, let's just get this over with," Carol says with a pained expression on his face.
"None of these girls were reported as missing, at least not at our station," Chloe says while she snaps pictures of the crime scene.
"He probably kidnapped them from another city, or even another state."
"Yeah..." They go downstairs and photograph Pete's other latest victim.
"Help me, please!" someone yells and pounds on a surface. Chains rattle and they look toward the muffled sound from inside the basement. "¡Por favor!"
The hostage sounds very familiar and a lump rises in Chloe's throat. She's still alive...
They rush to the door, throw it open, and run down the rickety staircase while holding the rail for balance. The tiny room is dimly lit with a single flickering bulb that hangs from the ceiling. Chloe flips on a light and the woman squints, turning away from them, shielding her face with her dark, limp curls. A bucket of vomit lies at her feet and there's another one filled with urine and toxic waste. That's also why it smelled so awful when they'd first come in. The wooden floorboards and walls are stained with large crimson marks.
"Thank heavens, you found me..."
There, gasping in fear, scantily clad, bruised, scarred, and bloody, with her wrists and ankles tied to a chair, her black hair a rumpled mess, and a piece of duct tape over her mouth, a dog collar around her neck with a chain that attaches to a metal pipe above them, and her glistening eyes wide with terror, is none other than Ella Lopez.