Lucifer Imagines

Radio Code

The barrel of a gun was pressed to your head. 

Not metaphorically either, an actual gun was pressed to your temple, the hammer cocked and the person on the other end of it ready to pull the trigger if you didn't get this radio conversation correct. 

"Decker do you copy?" Your voice was wavering, the metal pressing firm against your skin wasn't helping. "Decker, do you copy?" This time, you almost convinced yourself everything was okay, that there wasn't a chance you were about to die. 

"This is Decker, copy. Did you find anything?" Chloe asks, you knew Lucifer would be listening. 
"Nothing, I'm going to head a little further up, I'll call in if I find anything." You reassure, finding the gunman eased off a little. 

"Good, we're still down town, nothing here that we can see." You could here the sigh in the woman's voice, if only she knew that what she was looking for was right under her nose. 

"Okay, well, I'll keep searching." 
"Wait, hang on." You stopped yourself from cringing at the British accent extending your conversation. "Are you alright?" 

"As alright as you can be when you're hunting a serial killer." You joked, adding a laugh on the end. "I guess I'm hoping it's not a dead end out here." 

"That's a bit of an oxymoron don't you think?" He questions you again, you could practically see him fighting to keep Chloe from stealing the radio back. 

"I'm a walking oxymoron Lucifer." You comment. 
"Anyway, I was thinking, you know how we discussed going out on that date?" You were starting to pick up on exactly what he was doing, though you struggled not to show your confusion at first. 
"Lucifer, do you really think this is the time?" You reply, just as you would if the conversation was actually taking place. The gunman's tongue ran over his teeth, growing impatient but having no choice but to wait. 

"Yes, I do rather." He asserts. "I wanted to know if you're available tonight?" Chloe looked at him with a creased brow, feeling his priorities were rather skewwhiff. 

"Not tonight, I have yoga remember?" You reminded him of the class you didn't take, the gunman none the wiser as he knew nothing of you. Chloe leaned closer at your answer. 

"Right, Tomorrow night?" 
"Yeah, sounds good." 
"How about Italian? I'll treat you to a platter of Oysters?" His voice was as smug as it ever was, you could only imagine what he was like when he was actually talking to someone he liked. Though you weren't sure had ever liked someone like that. 

"You know I wasn't sure about you at first but Oysters might just win me over." You smiled, finding the man next to you was now glaring with fire in his eyes. "So, I'll see you tomorrow night for Oysters? At... 7:37 sharp." 

"Jee, you an your specifics." Lucifer grumbled before the line went quiet, the gunman pulled you from the car, dragging you into the house it sat in front of. 

"Alright detective, she has your man, or the man has her, up to that area now." Lucifer instructed, Chloe trusting that he knew you, began to drive.
"How did you know?" 
"Something wasn't right... then with some simple investigative strategies that I've picked up during my little police journeys, I technically asked her if something was wrong." 
"Well, I know she doesn't take Yoga on Wednesday nights." Chloe nods. "Wednesday's are book club night."

"How about the part where her and I were going on a date?" Lucifer queries.
"Oh no, I could totally believe that." Chloe admits. "Dan and I made bets on the two of you months back, if you ever actually get over yourself and do it, could you wait another week, he always wins our bets." Chloe announced as if it were common fact that you and Lucifer were a believable couple. 

"We'll come back this." Lucifer grimaces. "No, no date, no yoga, hates Italian, is allergic to oysters and 737 is the case number." He lists all the things that had been wrong with the conversation. 

"She's in trouble." Chloe increases her speed, using her sirens to move through traffic. "Back up required at 1-4-5 Lahrendale Avenue." Chloe spoke into the radio, hoping that the man holding you hostage wasn't overhearing. "Repeat, backup required at 1-4-5 Lahrendale Avenue." 

"So, you and detective douche really made bets?" 
"Yes Lucifer, can we talk about this when we know she's safe." Chloe scowls. 
"What kind of bet?" 
"I said you'd ask in October cause you know it's her favourite time of the year, Dan said she'd ask you in September because she'd want to drag you out on dates throughout October." Chloe explains though she was distant from the conversation.

"You really think Y/n/n and I...." 
"Lucifer, come on, concentrate." 
"But..." 
"Lucifer, it's obvious that you like her, it's obvious that she likes you, she could die right now, get yourself together." Chloe instructs, switching her siren off as she pulls up in front of the house, backup arriving behind them. 

"Arthur Keene, you are surrounded, exit the building immediately, with your hands up." An officer spoke over a megaphone. Silence invaded followed by three gunshots. Every cop was ready to fire. 

"Let me go." Lucifer hissed as Dan held him back from racing into the building. 

The door of the house opens, you stumbled from the doorway, hands above your head, skin stained and smothered in blood. Dan let go, Lucifer raced to you, catching your body as you collapsed, sobbing into his shoulder. 

"It's okay, you're okay." Lucifer whispers as other officers investigate the building, finding three bodies, Arthur Keene's and his little sidekicks who were helping him murder people all over the city. 
"I had to, I had to." You cried. "They were going to kill me. 
"Y/n, this is not your fault." Lucifer reassures you, wiping the blood off your face. "I've got you."

~

It was 13 days later, the 30th of September to be exact and you were sat next to Lucifer at the piano, having found comfort in him whilst you were recovering from having to kill three people. It was nearing October, five minutes until October.

Lucifer has his plan, to ask you out as soon as it turned to midnight, that way, you could date him during your favourite time of the year but also, Chloe and him would win the bet and if you said yes, your anniversary would start the spooky season. 

It had thought about it far too much and in fact was feeling rather Corny.

"Hey Lucifer?" You questioned, still playing your little tune. 
"Yes darling?" He answered. 
"How about we book a date for real?" You whisper. "If I'm being honest, I like you a lot." You smile, blushing lightly. 

"No, no, no, that's not fair." Lucifer complains, rising from his seat. 
"You really thought I was going let you and Chloe win a bet?" You teased. 
"You knew?" His jaw drops, "How very naughty of you." He licks his lips undeniably impressed.

"Dan used our channel to tell me about the bet before Keene found me. Dan and I make a pretty good team huh? 11:58 and we win." You smile, laughing lightly at how unimpressed Lucifer looked. "I bet you won't kiss me first." 

"I bet you I will darling." He smirks, taking your face in his hands, he pressed his lips to your own, a smile lining his face. He loved you so much, he was wiling to let Dan be smug about winning as long as he could finally show you how much he cared. 

"Want to get oysters?" You question, teasing him. 

"No way." He shakes his head, reconnecting your lips. 

~
Hello, this ones a bit longer, my apologizes. 

I hope you enjoyed this one, I've started using a random word generator to inspire some ideas for these. I like how this came out so I think I'll keep doing that. 

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