Summary:

You: Can we get a fish?

Chloe: you're gonna get the tank, fish food, cleaner, water purifier, and rocks?

You: yes?

Chloe: fine, but if it dies, you're flushing it and telling Trix

You: sir yes sir ;)

A/N: First of all thank you all so so much for the love and the support you all showed for this story, really. I sort of forget to check how it's doing and just sort of throw chapters at you all but i'm so glad you enjoyed it, it means so much.

AND I'm so so sorry for taking so long to update this chapter, i swear i didn't mean to keep pushing it but one thing led to another and I'm making you guys wait so long and i feel awful but next chapter will only be two weeks tops! but yeah im so sorry, hope you can forgive me lol i love you all but i was seriously editing this peice and fanfic decides to buffer and make me exit and i hadnt saved and i almost died it kept freezing and dying and akfsdk

I also took the time to edit this and add stuff so thats why it took a little bit longer than usually.

Anyways, thank you all so so much I hope uou enjoy, we actually get some sort of plot in this chapter so theres that

Thank you all, enjoy?

Red eyes.

Blood red eyes.

It was the first thing Chloe noticed, which was kind of amazing considering all the other much more important features that are staring right back at her. Like the luscious white wings that were cascading down his back, the damn things seemed to be glowing on the sop. And the coarse leathery skin-no, not skin, because it seems as if the things' skin was ripped clean off its face.

It reminded her of the time her father burned himself trying to get a couple and their kids out of a burning building when he was just starting out as a cop. He came home partially limping, smiling dumbly at her mom even as she yelled at him for being so reckless, what the hell were you John?

When he was all wrapped up, he let Chloe take a peek at the wound to discourage her from going anywhere near a fire in the future. The skin was pulsing red, seemed to be crying out in anguish, beaten and scalded beyond belief. It was so worn and deep, it tainted his clothes for months.

Her mom threw fit after fit when he kept tinting the sheets red.

Chloe blinked herself out her thoughts.

Oh right, there was a creature made of nightmares standing right in front of her.

He had on a slender black suit and was tucking something into its pant's pocket, muttering something about why he was stuck doing laundry when he was the devil for crying out loud.

Wait, he?

It's?

It couldn't be a he, because that would mean that thing was human. And no way in hell did that thing even come close to being even remotely human-like.

Whatever it was, Chloe's hand twitched for the gun she kept tucked in her holster the longer she stared at it. Her grip tightened around the weapon, fingers curling around the trigger as she swallowed the lump stuck in her throat. Chloe told herself to breathe damn it.

Breathe or else she would pass out from shock and end up in the mercy of the thing in front of her. But that was a little easier said than done when there was a fucking monster made of nightmares standing right in front of her. All her police training flew out the window the longer she stood there, gaping dumbly.

She didn't notice how much she was trembling.

It soon focused in on her, and when it did, grinned down at her. Rows of perfect teeth smiled back at her and Chloe swore her heart stopped beating. It cocked its head to the side in what she thought was in confusion, the gesture so terribly familiar, it hurt. But Chloe refused to believe even for a second that this was who she thought it was. It couldn't be, it just couldn't and that was that.

But that suit.

That godforsaken freshly pressed new suit with hand stitching that could only belong to one rich asshole so egotistic he had it handmade. But god; it couldn't be him.

Could it?

It frowned, reaching a hand over to touch her cheek in concern.

"Chloe?"

She shoved it away with as much force she could muster and screamed bloody murder.

Pressing the gun to its chest, she swallowed her tears and ignored the fear in its eyes as it placed its hands in the air in surrender

"Chloe, what're you doing?"

She didn't hesitate in pulling the trigger.

"Chloe, it's me!"

There was a resounding THUD and all went black.

Chloe fell off the couch.

Hard.

"Ow," She grumbled, rubbing her side in pain.

Lifting her head up and propping her chin on the cushions, it was then that she noticed Trixie and Lucifer wrapped in a blanket on the couch, happily munching on popcorn without a care. Watching an infomercial with half-lidded eyes. Lucifer made a small comment, somewhere on the lines of asking if he should buy the cup that plays music just for the hell of it.

Trixie giggled and nearly choked on her popcorn, Lucifer preened at the sound and Chloe bit her cheek to keep herself from smiling.

That was until she checked her phone and she frowned.

"What're you guys doing up? It's-" She called out before stealing a quick glance at her phone. "Two in the morning?"

Lucifer didn't bother looking away from the screen.

"They're doing reruns," He said while shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "And while normally I despise all sitcoms, this one especially since they're all terrible people yet act as if they deserve the world. Have you heard of it?"

Chloe rubbed her eyes raw and blearily focused on the screen, she groaned into her hands when she saw what they were watching.

"Lucifer, everyone in their brother has heard of Friends," She turned and glared at Trixie, who slid further down into the cushions and burying herself into the blankets. "And what are you doing up missy?"

Trixie blinked innocently. "Schools out?"

Chloe let out a frustrated huff and crossed her arms over her chest, taking to tapping her foot impatiently.

"Two more weeks and schools back in, you've gotta start going to bed early." She chastised.

Lucifer snorted loudly at the scene before him and spoke through a mouthful of popcorn.

"Yes, mother."

Chloe cocked an upturned eyebrow at him, her lip jutting out as she let her hip lean to the side. She tapped her finger against her arm and furrowed her brows as he only smiled meekly up at her.

Trixie snickered into her blanket when Lucifer held out the bowl of popcorn to Chloe as a sort of an apology.

"Want some?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes up at the heavens. "No thanks, I'd actually like to live to my eighties thank you," She moved to turn and retract back to her room, before pausing, and snatching the bowl out of their hands. "And stop feeding my kid crap."

"Hey!"

"Mom!" Trixie whined.

"Last episode guys, I mean it!" Chloe said, placing the bowl on the bar and walking to her room. "I have work in the morning and if you aren't up by eight I won't make breakfast."

Lucifer leaned over the couch, his arms stretching over the cushions to yell at her. "But Ross just cheated on her!"

Chloe didn't even look back. "Lucifer."

He sighed and let his shoulders sag as he turned around, an incredulous pout already forming.

"Fine." Lucifer grumbled, snuggling deep into the couch and groaning when Trixie threw herself on top of him. Already beginning to doze on his chest, not at all interested in the fickle relationships of sitcom adults.

Chloe nearly melted at the sight.

Of her little girl snoozing so casually on Lucifer's stomach, as if that's exactly where she belonged. They were both a mess. With Trixie's peach blanket scattered over their legs, and Lucifer haphazardly running his blank painted fingers along her scalp. Chloe didn't even want to think about how Trixie never really melted into Dan as easily with Dan as she did with Lucifer. Whether that was because Dan seemed to stop coming over or because Trixie just bonded easier with the billionaire- it was too late for Chloe to decide.

She took to rubbing her eyes, beyond drained and exhausted. She had no idea how she was going to get up for work in a couple hours when all she wanted to do burry herself deep into one of Lucifer's many closets and bawl her eyes out.

She had no idea how she was going to function properly, those red eyes still haunted her.

Chloe's only solace was the fact that it was only a dream, just a dream, not real. She would never have to see that skin or look into those eyes ever again.

As she walked to her room and got under the covers of her overly comfortable bed, she knew she was lying to herself.

Chloe left for work early.

She left a note on the kitchen counter, in neat cursive- saying she left money for him and Trixie to eat out if they wanted, and that she may be back late if Lucifer could please look after Trix today? Her babysitters sick, thanks!

Lucifer ignored the money.

And had it been anyone else he would have been insulted that she felt the need to do so. But it was Chloe, and she would never change, not really, not ever. So instead he rolled his eyes and stuffed the money in one of the many drawers with a huff, and neatly folded her note into even squares and tucked it into his breast pocket.

He busied himself with breakfast, making scrambled eggs with little bits of hot dog cut into them only because he knew that was how Trixie liked it. She danced around the kitchen as he cooked and poured ketchup all over them with glee. Lucifer watched the child in odd fascination as he sipped the expensive coffee Chloe had tried to hide from him by keeping it on the high shelf.

After they ate and cleaned up, both of them made their way toward the living room, utterly bored out of their minds.

"Well?" Lucifer asked, tapping his red nails against the bar impatiently. "Any suggestions?"

Trixie shrugged. "Wanna watch a movie with me?"

She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, Lucifer was the best person to watch movies with. He made snide jokes and kept questioning the characters' actions, but then he would get sucked in and start leaning in and would blow up when the character made the wrong choice.

Her favorite was when they rented Coco.

Lucifer ran a hand down his face in exasperation. "We have spent the past weeks doing nothing but getting fat on that couch and eating nothing but absolute garbage the entire time!" He exclaimed

Trixie felt the need to get offended. "Okay, but I drank water like, two days ago!"

Lucifer almost laughed.

"Yes, well, bravo," He jeered, fluidly moving over to sit next to her on the barstool.

He huffed and gently flicked her knee, she did the same to him.

"It's summer! A year ago I was out in Costa Rica bathing amongst beautiful bodies! And now here I am watching sitcom reruns at two in the morning!" Lucifer waved his hands about, he ran a hand through his curly hair, choosing not to put any product in it for today. "So come on! Pick somewhere to go! Any place will do!"

He knew he made a mistake the minute her eyes widened and a grin stretched across her face.

"Any place?"

"When I said any place, I did not mean the ruddy pet shop."

Trixie pouted up at him, she twirled her hair in one hand and tugged on his suit jacket with the other. She was practically dragging him through the aisles. Stopping every so often to coo at each animal they passed by.

They now stood in front of the playpen, watching the many breeds of puppies as they yelped and barked, running around, waiting to be pet.

She leaned back on the balls of her feet and reached her hand out the dogs, giggling as they licked her palm.

"But mom and dad never take me here!" She whined, glancing up at him and leaning onto his side."And I miss all the dogs!" She exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of half the store.

Trixie tried to bend down to kiss a chihuahua but Lucifer pulled her away by the back of her shirt.

"I think they kept you away for the safety of the animals- now put it down." He reprimanded when Trixie had picked up the dog and started cradling it like a baby. "Get away from there, you'll catch some sort of disease, come on.'

Lucifer bent down and snatched her hand, dragging her away with care. Trixie didn't think he acknowledged what he was doing, but decided to keep quiet.

His hand was big and warm and it reminded her of when her dad did it, she didn't want him to let go.

Trixie tugged on his arm.

"Can I get a parrot?" She asked after a while of staring at him.

Lucifer's lip turned up in disgust. "Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He growled, without any true malice behind it.

Trixie stuck out her tongue.

"What about a bunny?" She continued- not at all fazed- pointing to a glass cage where three little bunnies slept. She eyed the small brown one longingly. "Look! I could get that really small one, he can sleep in my bed with me."

Lucifer shuddered at the mere thought of the mess.

"They smell, don't have a soul, and I am not going to be the one who continuously cleans up their droppings."

Trixie rolled her eyes but instantly perked up at the sound of meowing. Lucifer caught her gaze and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

He turned his nose up. "And don't even think about going near the cats, those things are eviler than I'll ever be."

Trixie sulked for a couple of minutes until they passed by the aquariums, her eyebrows shot up to her forehead and she squealed at the sight. She pressed her face to the glass and started gaping at the multicolored fish.

"What about a fish? What's wrong with a fish?" She asked without tearing her eyes away from the glass.

Lucifer opened his mouth to argue but found nothing coming out. After all, how hard would it be to take care of a little fish? The stupid little things just swam around, there wasn't any sort of intricate instructions that went into taking care of one.

He whipped out his phone and started texting Chloe, completely disregarding the fact that it was two in the afternoon.

You: Can we get a fish?

It took a few minutes, but Chloe finally answered.

Chloe: you're gonna get the tank, fish food, cleaner, water purifier, and rocks?

You: yes?

Chloe: Fine, but if it dies, you're flushing it and telling Trix

Lucifer scoffed, he would flush the damn thing down the toilet and buy her a new one without issue.

You: sir yes sir ;)

And with that, he shut off his phone and walked around with Trixie, looking for the most expensive fish the dingy pet shop could offer.

"How pathetic is this?"

Chloe looked up from her lap, she gazed quizzically at Ella who was sitting across from her on a rickety stool. They were currently having lunch in the forensic room, with Chloe eating a ham sandwich Lucifer made for her and Ella stuffing her leftover Chinese takeout into her mouth.

So far the only noises were them chewing and taking the occasional sip from their water bottles.

"It's not pathetic," Chloe argued in between chewing. "I love having lunch with you."

Ella rolled her eyes fondly, nudging the other woman with the toe of her boots. "Yeah, cause I'm like, your only friend."

Chloe hated that it was true.

Even after Malcolm, everyone felt embarrassed and ashamed for treating Chloe the way they did. And while they were nowhere near as cruel as they were before. Chloe almost preferred them sending her death threats and spitting in her coffee than the tense and strained silences.

(Well, that was being a tad bit dramatic, Lucifer must be rubbing off on her.)

Which was fine, her team had the most successful streak in the whole department. She didn't need anyone doing her any favors by pretending that just a few months ago they didn't absolutely torment her.

Chloe smiled, it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Even if you weren't, I'm still having a lot of fun."

Ella laughed and threw her head back- because clearly that was meant as a joke, how much fun could someone have while eating cold lunch at three in the afternoon, the sound cheerful compared to the bleak room they were in. The sound reminding Chloe of when Trixie was a toddler, how she loved to walk around and would giggle whenever she fell down.

Ella placed an eggroll on Chloe's plate as the older woman stared off into space.

"So, how'd you sleep? You look really out of it."

Chloe froze, turning a pale as she felt her hands tremble, almost dropping her plate in the process.

Ella didn't notice.

She was glad the woman was a little less attentive when hungry.

"Yeah, it's been a rough week." Chloe chuckled, it sounded fake even to her. "You have no idea how hard it is dealing with two children. One of which is insane and thinks he's the devil. ."

Ella only nodded along. "I thi-"

Her phone starting ringing, interrupting whatever conversation they were about to have.

She quickly picked it up to answer, dropping a bit of rice on the ground with the movement, excited to see who it was since nobody ever really called anymore. That was until she saw the caller ID. Her face hardened and her hands turned to fists, a calm sort of rage settled on her face. She immediately turned her phone off and sort of threw it haphazardly on the examination table.

Ella sat back down on the stool but no longer seemed hungry, she pushed the container of food away. Curling her fists tight in her lap, she dug her nails in so tight it seemed like she would draw blood.

Chloe pretended not to notice that her body trembling.

"Who was that?" She asked casually.

Ella peered at Chloe through her eyelashes, her face contorted rapidly, seeming to be arguing with herself. She turned away from the other woman, bringing her knees to her chest and huffing.

"My dad." Was all she said.

The room seemed to darken.

Chloe fidgeted awkwardly. "Oh, sorry."

Ella shrugged. "Yeah it's just," She sighed in frustration, running a hand through her messy hair. "He wasn't really that great of a dad when I was little, now he's trying to fix things but, I dunno," She spoke into her hands. "I think the damage so is done, and I know God is all about forgiving and I know I should too because then I'll be a hypocrate...but I just...can't with this."

Chloe felt helpless as she continued to munch on her sand which, she pushed it away and stopped eating altogether. She took to leaning forward so as to give Ella her full attention.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Ella forced a smile.

"No it's okay, I have a therapist for that, but," Chloe was her friend, best friend really, and she wanted someone other than her therapist to know what she was feeling. "It's so frustrating because he was honestly such a shit dad. He treated us like crap, was always drunk. Always hit my mom, my brothers and me, and now wants to apologize? It's too late, I hear voices in my head and have to take a bunch of antidepressants, damage done."

She groaned as she wiped her eyes.

She wouldn't cry.

She wouldn't because she's not the same rebellious teenager who cries at Los Vegas bars about her shit life. She wasn't the same eighteen-year-old who relied on stolen car parts for food and showed up to college lectures with rum stained pants and mascara running down her cheeks.

With her father's handprint staining her cheek red.

She wasn't.

Ella shook her head, she stood up from her seat. Chloe followed suit, but Ella only placed an apologetic hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry, I know that was a lot," She took in a deep, watery breath, smiling full force for the first time that day. "And I know you really love your dad, and you're lucky because not all of them are like that."

Chloe opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by Pierce.

Lucifer was right, he really does have terrible timing.

"Decker. Lopez. Body found at 134t, legs go, now." He saw Ella's red-rimmed eyes and frowned deeper. "Pull yourself together Lopez, we have a job to do."

And with that lovely sentiment, he turned around briskly and left.

Chloe furrowed her brows. "God, what an ass." She grumbled under her breath.

Ella's laughter sounded forced as she moved around the room, gathering her things. "No its fine, he's a little awkward with emotions and all that." She stuffed her notebooks into her bag and kept sucking a breath in between her teeth. "But he means well."

Chloe wanted to argue, but Ella's eyes were cold and glazed over, clearly not done with any conversation on the subject. Chloe could do nothing but respect her wishes and nod, but that didn't stop her from placing a gentle arm on Ella's back.

She leaned into Chloe the whole way.

As Azrael watched from the shadows.

They got home two hours later after carefully picking out a fish. And in the end, they picked out a clown fish, only because Trixie said it reminds her of Disney film or something along those lines. They got a medium-sized bowl, multi-colored rocks, a toy skull, and a small container of fish food.

And Lucifer had never felt so exhausted.

"Well, what're you going to name it?"He asked once he was laying down comfortably on the couch.

Trixie placed the bowl on the bar, starting at her pet intently.

"Diablo!"She screeched as loud as she could. At Lucifer's expression, she elaborated. "Dee for short."

"You named it that just to anyone me," He said more than asked, pointing a finger at her. "Didn't you?"

She only giggled.

Lucifer was about to resort back, but his phone vibrated in his pocket. He held a roger as if to say this wasn't over and groaned when he saw it was only Amenideal.

BitchBro: Hello Brother! Good morning :) Just got out of bed and wanted to check in, Linda tells me Chloe moved in with you? Why?

Lucifer scowled, he never should have given Amenadiel his number/

You: Good god, it's already five in the afternoon and you're barely getting up?

BitchBro: Leave me alone

He scoffed, oh how the almighty fall.

You: anyways, yes, Chloe and her child did move in, ALONG TIME AGOO! They had to move bc maze threw a bitch fit and left! Thanks for finally catching up you prat

BitchBro: that's because you never want to tell me anything! I have to find out everything last

You: O fuck right off amenadiel

BitchBro:! Language!

Lucifer laughed, startling Trixie who shook her head and went back to singing a song to Diablo.

You: or what? You'll spank me?

BitchBro: I:(

Lucifer yelled into his phone screen and threw it aside.

"Who was that?" Trixie asked, spinning around the bar stool.

He growled. "Amenadiel."

Trixie was silent for a while, she tapped on the fishbowl to past the silence. "I wish I had a brother."

Lucifer snorted, then erupted in a fit of chuckles.

"Child, that is the funniest thing I have heard in eons, thank you for the laugh." He snickered.

Trixie watched him for a moment before leaping from the bar stool, trotting along to sit by Lucifer on the couch and crawling on his lap. He pushed her off with a gruff, and she settled on resting her feet on his lap.

He only barely allowed it.

"How many siblings do you have?" She asked after a few minutes.

Lucifer thought for a moment, he tried counting on his fingers but gave up. "I can't remember."

Trixie sat up. "Who do like the most?"

He didn't hesitate in answering.

"Well, Gabriel used to keep me company a lot as a child, but she grew distant over time when she kept getting more obsessed over work. She let fame get to her head too much I think. But I suppose Azrael and I were always quite close," A smile tugged at his face, remembering his favorite sister's narrow eyes and always present nervous expression. "She got busier as time went on, but I think her and I got along the best."

Lucifer shrugged when Trixie cocked her head to the side in a silent question.

"She deals with humans' death, I torture the rotten ones, our paths crossed often enough," It has been a while since Azrael had checked in, the last time he saw her, she had heavy bags under her eyes and had been looking quite boney. He wondered if he should call her just to check up. "She visits every one or two centuries."

Trixie seemed to enjoy him talking about his past.

"Who do you like the least?" She asked, slightly teasing.

"It changes every day," Lucifer explained casually. "Today, I believe it's Michael. You're lucky you never get to meet him." He was about to go on about how if he had the chance he would burry Michael alive, but his phone started to ring. Chloe's annoyed face appeared on the screen.

He held up a finger. "Hold on, it's your mother."

Shoving Trixie's legs (gently) off him, he walked over to the bar to put a good amount of distance between the young girls' curious ears.

"Hello? Chloe?"

She didn't even pause to say hi.

"Lucifer, I'm sorry, I can't make it home," She sounded upset, her voice rigid and course. "This is serious, twelve bodies, all kids, I need to be here, I'm so sorry."

Lucifer froze as she explained the scene. She hated crimes that involved children, well- everybody did but Chloe would suppress everything until she couldn't feel for weeks. And then she would throw up her entire stomach and cry because what if that was Trixie Lucifer?

She could handle seeing adults dead without much issue.

But kids?

Chloe would hold Lucifer's hand in a vice grip under tables and in baggy trench coat pockets every time she felt her stomach shift.

What if she needed him right now?

"Do you need me to go-"

Her voice became much louder.

"No, please, please stay with Trix," She moved away from the alarms to get more privacy. "I know you don't lie, but don't make her worry, please Lucifer? I don't want her scared." She begged.

Lucifer nodded along, his heart thumping out of its cage. "Of course Chloe, don't worry, I'll stay."

He heard her sigh in relief. "Thank you Lucifer, I owe you, so much," She paused. "Oh, and you're right, Peirce is an ass."

Chloe soon hung up.

Lucifer chuckled.

Trixie perked up and leaned over the couch. "What's up with mom?"

Lucifer strode over to her. "Peirce is an ass and is making your mother stay late,"

That was fine, it wasn't exactly a lie. Peirce was there and Chloe was going to stay late, so it wasn't a lie.

He groaned. "So I suppose it'll just be us."

Trixie lit up. "Can we watch a movie?"

Lucifer pretended to think, he ran his hand through her hair while he inspected his nails. Trixie giggled and kept trying to swat his hands away.

"Fine, but you need to brush your teeth," He commanded, pushing her out of the room. "And I get to pick the movie this time."

Trixie nodded and skipped out of the room, Lucifer soon followed. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched the child begin to ramble on and on. About what, he didn't know, but he couldn't help but enjoy the way her laughter fluttered throughout the room.

If only he'd pay more attention, he was seriously losing his edge.

Azrael snickered to herself, surprised to see how much her brother had changed in such a little amount of time. Her baby brother, Devil himself, catering to a child.

She walked closer to the fish, wishing she could snap a picture to show everyone, but she must have accidentally touched the glass or gotten to close because no sooner than she did, the fish turned belly up.

Azrael cursed under her breath, the downfall of being the angel of death, everything dies.

Quickly walking to the balcony in shame, she wished she was more careful.

Gabriel was right, she really did ruin everything she touched.

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