30 Days of Lucifer and Trixie - [Writing Prompt June 2019]

09. Drop Dead

[Series Notes]
•This will be updated according to my timezone - AWST (GMT+8)
•Trixie is her canon age - about 10.
•Creator of this Writing Prompt List is Mia Botha and can be found on Pinterest.
•This Series will also be posted to my Ao3 for a broader audience (@HolyKingWasteLand)

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"Just- I don't know, Lucifer. Take her to the park or something." Chloe shrugs, gesturing to the bored little girl sitting in her living room. "Since you won't help with the paperwork, you can take her out somewhere. Just for an hour or so, okay?"

Lucifer exhales sharply out of his nose and rolls his eyes. "Fine. Beatrice, we're going out." He mumbles to the girl, who perks up and jumps up off the couch to go along with him. "Goodbye, Detective." He strains, pulling a face at her as they leave, which she returns with a laugh.

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Lucifer sits on the park bench, clicking on his phone idly as Trixie plays in the sandbox.

"Hey Lucifer," Trixie starts, and the man's eyes flicker up but his head doesn't move, "can you push me on the swings?"

He takes a breath and puts his phone away, standing up. He walks over to Trixie and grabs her outstretched hands, pulling her up and out of the sand. She runs over to the swing-set and sits down, swinging her legs patiently as she waits. Lucifer stands behind her and grabs the chains of the swing, pulling them back and then releasing with force.

Trixie giggles and they continue on like that until Lucifer's phone rings. He groans and checks it, sees it's Amenadiel, and answers with an apologetic smile to the younger.

He steps a bit further away from the swing-set and greets his brother jovially. "Amenadiel! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

They talk of anything and of nothing, it seems Amenadiel was just lonely and wanted to chat. They talk not five minutes before Trixie pipes up behind him.

"Chocolate Muffins." Her voice is soft and pleasant, like she's just answered a question for someone. But it makes Lucifer flinch and turn on his heel to face his younger.

There's a tall man beside her (though not as tall as himself), with ratty brown hair, pulled up in a "messy bun." Emphasis on the messy. Trixie doesn't look outwardly bothered, but his hand is on her arm and he has a sly- almost drunken- grin on his face.

Lucifer stalks towards the man and grips him firmly by the shoulder, hanging up the phone with no explanation to his brother. His eyes are burning red hot, and the man quickly releases Trixie.

"Don't touch her." Lucifer hisses, pushing the man back by his shoulder, making him stumble. The man raises his hands in surrender, the grin still present and unwavering.

"Hah! Hey look man, I ain't do anything to her pretty little face-" CRACK.

Lucifer's fist collides with the man's cheek, sending him flying onto the ground. His smile is gone, and he looks up at Lucifer, ready to fight- but stops when he sees his face melt away into something not human. Something terrifying.

"Drop dead, scumbag." Lucifer growls, and the man screams. He jumps up and runs as fast as he can, looking back at them every few seconds to make sure Lucifer isn't following him.

Once he's far in the distance, Lucifer takes Trixie's hand, looking her over for injuries. It feels nostalgic.

"You're alright?" He asks gently, and Trixie nods once.

"Can we go home?" She asks, clutching his hand a little tighter. Lucifer nods and pulls her along back to his car.

They ride home in silence.