Deckerstar One Shots

Rising waters

Lucifer felt oddly protective over his new partner. New was a bit of an exaggeration. They had fallen into a very nice rhythm of the past few months. She did the actual case solving, he annoyed her, helped any way he could, and took on the violent role. He had thought his obsession with her was fleeting. Something that would fade the longer he was with her, but it didn't. 

After their first initial case he couldn't help but be around. Going were ever he knew she would be, just to catch a slight smile or even a brisk nod as she acknowledged his presence. As the months past, she seemed to grow just as infatuated with him as he was her. This terrified Lucifer. As much as he craved her affections, longed for them, longed for her, he couldn't help the booming voice in his mind reminding him over and over that he is the devil. He is bad. Evil even. Just being around him put her in grave danger and yet, he couldn't stay away. 

Every day Chloe worked, without fail, he showed up. He had to. Everything in him pulled him towards her. It drove him mad. She was a mere mortal and he was...well, he was a monster. The original monster, even. She could never love him, his own father couldn't even love him. 

He rolled up to work, as always. Top down, sunglasses on, ready to find the Detective and get the details of the case. He couldn't help but smile at the way the morning sun made her hair glow gold and when he walked up to her and her mouth shifted into a smile, Lucifer swore she was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. 

He shut those thoughts down immediately. He and Chloe were friends. They were partners and that was all they could ever be. Still, he couldn't help admiring her as she laid out the details of the case, in perfect command of all the boring details. He happily followed her to question witnesses and scan the scene. He didn't really process what was happening at the crime scene as he normally would. There was no pressing celestial business for once and so the crime in LA was just that, petty human crime and while all killers deserved to be punished, he was too distracted by Chloe to care. The firm set of her jaw and the furrowing of her eyebrows as she looked over the case file enchanted him. He wanted more than anything to kiss her. To lift her chin and watch her expression soften as he pressed his warm lips to hers and drank in the whole of her. 

He couldn't do that though. He could never do that. He played at wanting nothing more than sex from her, but it was a cover. Almost everything about him was a cover. Designed to reel in human after human for the few moments of watered down pleasure that would make him feel not so worthless and alone. Of course, Lucifer had Maze. His lovely demon sidekick and he loved her, whether he would admit that or not. She was his best friend. With him since the beginning of time. She was the only person, well demon, who could ever even partially understand him. 

But even Mazikeen wasn't enough for him because Maze wasn't the detective. Chloe Jane Decker. He despised how she made him feel. Her sickening selflessness and baffling devotion to the growth and success of everyone around her. Her frustrating stubbornness and inability to take direct. Her impossibly boring middle name. Before long, Lucifer found himself back to positives. Truly there were no negative of the detective, except maybe to stubbornness thing, but even that he found charming to no avail. Fucking hell, what was this mortal woman doing to him. He is Lucifer Morningstar. He spent centuries ruling Hell. He'd been an angel for crying out loud and here he was, obsessed with a mortal. 

Out of nowhere, Chloe called his name, derailing his thoughts. 

"Lucifer, I think we've got all we need. Back to the precinct and we can try and find a suspect?" 

"Wonderful, see you at the precinct then." He turned to leave, but she caught his arm. 

"Can I ride with you?" He smiled, too pleased to ask anything else, 

"Of course, Detective." He opened the car door for her and gave her his hand to help her in. She didn't need it, but he always offered and she always accepted. Neither could fathom why. Little did either know what was right in front of them. They were in love. Not the kind of love that passes, just butterflies and lust, but the kind that comes around one in a lifetime. The kind of love that drowns you. Pulls you under, the weight of the water crushing you and your lungs burning for air until finally you're force to take a breath. All the pain dissipates and you finally relax, accepting your fate. The kind of love that only soulmates have and both of them were to blind to notice the rising waters. 

a/n Sorry this is short, I don't really know what to write anymore but I finally broke down and starting reading the new twilight book and it made me think of how Lucifers self hatred stops him from pursuing Chloe and his perception of himself plus his daddy issues stops him from realizing that he is even capable of love.