I'm back! I know it's been ages since I posted anything, but I just didn't feel very inspired …until I tuned in to a little show called Lucifer. This is going to be a collection of unconnected episode tags and one-shots, similar to my Sherlock stories, so expect a lot of fluff and a lot of Trixie because I love that girl. And I know, the title is super cheesy but i couldn't resist (and it actually is my favorite song).

This one's a tag to episode 7 (Wingman):

Chapter 1: Pancakes for the Devil

"Lucifer!" Trixie exclaimed upon discovering the sleeping guest in the living room.

"Quiet child," despite the small size of the lumpy couch he was currently sprawled out on and the scratchy nature of the throw that was covering him, Lucifer didn't remember the last time he had slept so comfortably. Therefore it was rather aggravating to be woken up so abruptly.

"What are you doing here?" The pajama clad girl ignored his request and jumped onto the couch to greet him with the standard hug. Still sore from his confrontation with Amenadiel, Lucifer groaned at he contact.

"Where you in a fight?" Trixie asked, noticing the now purple skin around his eye. "Did you win?"

"I got what I wanted, now shoo!" Lucifer replied, attempting to get up but Trixie had other plans and didn't move an inch.

"Does it hurt?" She asked crinkling her eyes in concern.

"Do you want to find out?" Where was Maze, when he needed her…

"You're funny," Trixie chuckled and before Lucifer could do anything about it, the small child leaned forward and placed a light kiss against the corner of the bruise that had formed around his eye – a sensation that felt oddly familiar…

What had started on the piano bench at Lux had ended on the couch in Chloe's living room. If it hadn't been for that bloody babysitter he surely could have convinced the Detective to come up to his penthouse, but no the girl only worked until midnight and Trixie couldn't be left to her own devices. It was, however, a small victory when Chloe hadn't declined his offer to let him take her home, and an even bigger one when she had asked him in for a cup of coffee, which still stood on the table infront of him …cold and untouched.

Worn out from the events of the day, he had fallen asleep the second Chloe's coffee maker had started running, and that's how she had found him, curled up on her couch. She shook her head at the irony of the situation, of course he would fall asleep the one time he was actually welcome. Figuring that dealing with a tired Lucifer would be a lot harder than dealing with his usual self, she put the coffee cups down and covered the sleeping man with her well loved green throw. Seeing him so peaceful, innocent even, Chloe threw all caution to the wind, and brushed a tender kiss against the corner of his injured eye, before she quietly retired to her bedroom.

…"Did I make it better?" Trixie asked, and even though Lucifer was rather puzzled by the small human's believe in the healing powers of a kiss, he also couldn't deny that the sentiment behind the gesture was almost endearing.

"Enough of this," he picked Trixie up and sat her down on the coffee table across from him. "How do you feel about making breakfast for your mother?"

"I want pancakes!"

"I was thinking more like…"

"Daddy always made pancakes on Saturdays," Trixie interrupted him. "They're mommy's faves."

That sealed the deal.

xoxo

"You´re doing it wrong," Trixie furrowed her brow as she watched Lucifer cut up a strawberry.

"What is it now?" He sighed and waited for an explanation. Preparing breakfast with Trixie had been quite the adventure: the first time his little sous-chef had scolded him was when he hadn't added the right amount of chocolate chips, then he had been too careless with the shapes, because Trixie's pancakes had to be perfectly round, and now he had apparently found a wrong way to cut strawberries.

"You are dicing them, but we need circles."

"Ok..." Lucifer, had decided that it was best not to question the child's demands.

"Look," Trixie put three strawberry slices on a pancake. "Those are the eyes, and that's the nose."

"Ah, I see, but isn't it missing something?"

"Right," Trixie climbed off the stool she was standing on, walked over to the fridge, and returned with a can of whipped cream.

"That'll do," Lucifer took the can, and added the missing smile to Trixie's pancake face.

"What is going on here?" Chloe couldn't help but smile as she entered the kitchen, there was Lucifer, the man who claimed to be the devil himself, decorating pancakes with her daughter, his shirt wrinkled and flour stains on his pants.

"It's pancake Saturday, Detective!" Lucifer explained. "The child said they were your favorites."

"Did she, now?" Chloe gave her daughter, who was suddenly very preoccupied with a strawberry, a stern look.

"She said your ex, made them every Saturday."

"Yeah, she played you. Dan can barely make cereal."

"Well...what shall we do about this?" Lucifer asked.

"I don't know, I thought punishing people was your thing."

"Hmm, well lying…" he bent down to be at eye level with Trixie "is bad I suppose, but we got pancakes out of it so..." he took a pause for dramatic effect "…how about you set the table?"

Trixie grinned, and responded with an enthusiastic nod before she skipped of to comply with her punishment.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger," Chloe laughed.

"What can I say, you Decker women seem to have all kinds of weird effects on me."

"How's the eye?" The Detective asked, stepping closer to get a better look at him.

"Much better actually, I guess we can add magical kisses to the list."

"Great…" Chloe looked down to hide the fact that she was blushing. That's what she got for ignoring her own rules. "I really thought you were out cold."

"What are you talking about?" He gave her a puzzled look.

"Last night, after you fell asleep …wait, what are you talking about?"

"No, not me. You were saying something?"

"All that matters is that you're feeling better. Let's eat those pancakes before they get cold," with that Chloe took the plate with the pancakes and joined her daughter at the breakfast table.

"But, Detective…" Lucifer pleaded, "It hurts again! How about a little sympathy…" He huffed as he realized that his efforts were being ignored, but he didn't get a chance to wallow in his disappointment as Trixie was already back at his side, leading him to the table, and making sure that he took the seat next to Chloe. Maybe children weren't so insufferable after all.

Who wants to make pancakes with Lucifer? That's what I thought. Reviews make my day, and requests are always welcome …you never know what will end up here.

Love,

Laura