Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 12

Author Note: Yeah... been gone for a while🤩🙌! Sorry to the loyal viewers..! (@dobeaherbatka8 lmao.. thanks for being here!!!)

As you unpacked your things, you couldn't help but think of what Lucifer was getting out of this trip. Fake publicity stunt you understood-yet if paparazzi were banned-would we have to go out of our way to cause a scene? Lucifer would have to go out of his way? Risking his pride for everything-for you?

You almost had to laugh at that thought, but if Lucifer saw you laugh at yourself (because you were undeniably the funniest person you knew) he would leave this establishment without you in the car.

As you bent down to grab one of the last items in your suitcase, you felt a strong pair of hands gingerly placed on your waist, as you realise Lucifer has leaned on your back, his face comfortably laid. You tried your best not to give a reaction-if this place was one for actors and actresses-then an actress he'd get.

You placed the last item away, as if unbothered, and sighed, at which you became very aware of Lucifer's warm breath on your neck, and how flustered you must be getting.

"You know-I think we need to buy some more hair ties-don't think I packed them with me and ... yeah..." Your words faded out as if your attempt to mumble some incoherent thought would not fool anyone, you realised, and Lucifer likely was unimpressed.

"Mhm.." He murmured, almost nuzzling into the nape of your neck, his hands on your waist suspiciously lowering slightly, his grasp still firm.

His hair tickled, and almost made you laugh out loud.

Lucifer probably picked up on your bubbling laughter within you, for he placed his head over my shoulder, our faces now being so close you could see the stern look plastered upon him.

"What's so funny...? Mm?" It was almost as if he was sleepy, either that or trying to test you-sneaky son of a bitch.

Why did he assume you couldn't-or more so wouldn't -test him back?

You gently turned to face him, by which he almost looked surprised I would try to break out of it at all-and placed his hands back in a confident manner on my waist. (He raised an eyebrow in response.) 

You took your own hands and gently placed them on his neck (your two hands linked at the back) and leaned in, your eyes calm and content as the two of you were in such close proximity you could hear the increased heartbeat of Lucifer. Huh-you didn't know what to be surprised of more-the fact that he wasn't as calm as he told others, or the fact that he had a heart. Good one Y/N, you told yourself humbly. You thought of how Mammon would burst out laughing uncontrollably if he had heard that.

Oh yeah. Mammon and his stupid bet. To get one of Lucifer's shirts. Right...

Rather than being in distress however, you seemed... confident. Confident you could help both Mammon and yourself. To see yourself in a new light. It's time you thought yourself capable of conquering the Demon of Pride himself-using your lustful techniques and stunning charisma beyond compare, along with the-

Soon after Lucifer had left to reserve some restaurant booking, you had ran to his suitcase and grabbed one of the least noticeable shirts (rummaging around quickly yet in a neat manner). Stunning charisma my ass. As if that would work. Part of you felt that he would notice: you could envision Lucifer just before the trip counting the fibres in his shirts to make sure they were in mint condition.

If he found out-the scenario you could clearly picture would be something like this.

"One of my shirts is missing Y/N." He would say in his deep gruff voice he consistently tries to fake (you were sure of it-there was no way it was like that naturally).

"Oh really? Well-are you sure? Was it an important shirt?" You would try to lie, rather expertly (you imagined) with not an arousal of suspicion in sight.

"It was only the shirt Lillith had gifted to me after she had gone, the tag still on. I had wanted to wear it for the first time with you. You mean just as much to me as Lillith. That shirt meant so much to me I could kill someone for taking it."

Oh wow!! What an ideal situation. How did your brain even overthink to that level of extent. You wouldn't have been surprised had he had GPS tracking devices in all of his clothes. It was Lucifer we were talking about after all.You sighed, shirt in hands, holding it up to see it in view. It looked like a comfort shirt-not one he would wear out. Would likely show off his figure he insists on hiding under that fur clothing of his. How he continues to wear it in the summer continues to baffle you.. Though you could have sworn you had one seen him sweat during July. He had expertly ran away as a way to sustain his perfect appearance (don't let him know you said that) but you saw that he was desperate to take that coat off.

Regardless, this rant had to end. To take shirt or to not take shirt-that is quite the question and dilemma. You felt too guilty even holding it.

Okay-just take it! You flung it across the room into your suitcase, which was still blatantly open as you had started to unpack. At that same moment-with great convenience, burst in Lucifer.

"Y/N-! They have many restaurant venues here-you can choose if you'd like. What's more to your taste? They even have Western food, though a little controversial to go on vacation and eat a hot dog, don't you agree?" He read out loud, a large menu in his hand, and good thing he had been distracted, for you had jumped up to lure him away from the shirt thrown across the room. That just so happened to be his.

Almost immediately - he lowered the menu from his gaze, so fast it cut through the air (making a whoosh sound). His gaze was piercing, as per usual, and you had to hold the foolish smile which was coming on.

"Y/N... what are you hiding?" He said (unexpectedly gently) with one eyebrow raised and an expectant expression plastered on his face.