Hey guys!

So a little while ago this little story popped into my mind and I finally wrote it down.

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„Get inside the car, Beatrice, this isn't up for discussion. We are going home as first part of your punishment. Go on then. Sit." He ordered her and opened the door for her. She angrily stomped over to the car and hopped in, sending him a death glare.

„This is so unfair." She stayed still as the Devil buckled her in, not looking into his eyes though.

Lucifer had been babysitting her all day since Chloe had a lot of paperwork to do. He refused to do it at first for these exact reasons: he knew she would act up. Although what she did today surprised him completely. She wasn't her usual sparkly self. At home when he offered to watch a movie with her – but not the one she wanted – she began throwing DVD's all around the room, breaking not one but two expensive vases and a lamp. He took her out of the house to stop the destruction, and at the donut shop she tried to steal. At the park she started throwing rocks around and finally, she began screaming and kicking him when he tried to get her to stop. That was the last string.

Chloe did mention that she was going through a bit of an agressive phase but he didn't take it too seriously. She also said he had to punish her accordingly if she acted out and of course, he agreed, because he never expected the little girl to actually behave badly and not just annoyingly. Lucifer was resentful to say the least, but unsure of what to do now. This was a whole new situation for him.

„This is more than fair, Beatrice. You've demonstrated unacceptable behaviour which you'll be punished for." He got no answer as he started the car and began driving home.

„You're not my dad." Trixie spoke defiantly after a considerable amount of silence, her arms still crossed over her chest.

„And for that I am grateful every day." He shot her a quick look before focusing on the road again. „Your mother, however, gave me permission to deal out punishment if needed."

„I didn't do anything!" She spat and swatted at her seat, making Lucifer gasp.

„Child- you are far outdoing yourself today. Would you not take out your frustration on my car? It did you no wrong."

„Whatever." She rolled her eyes at him and turned away. Lucifer followed suit but couldn't help thinking how much she looked like her mother at that moment. Unlike her mother's though, her version wasn't as endearing.

„Whatever." He murmered back, staring ahead. Now more imporantly... how does one punish a child accordingly?

Trixie turned around to face him once they were back in the house. He showed no emotions as he helped her coat off of her.

„Go to your room, Beatrice, and wait for me there. Any further schemes will only prolong your punishment, is that understood?" He was finding it hard to speak in such cold manner to a child, no matter how much he despised them. Adults were much easier. They weren't half his size.

Trixie's face dropped and Lucifer's heart stearted racing; she wasn't going to cry, was she? He had no experience comforting children – or anybody, to be honest. But the little girl eventually just sighed, though an expression Lucifer could not identify still remained on her face.

„Yes, sir." She whispered before she walked to her room, closing the door behind her. Lucifer opened his mouth in surprise as he stared at Trixie's heavily decorated door. Yes, sir? Where did that come from? She's never adressed him as anything other than Lucifer before. What's with the sudden change?

A strange feeling took over him and so he did what he always did when even the slightest disturbed, he got out his flask and gulped down the remaining of its content.

On the way home, he thought long and hard on what kind of punishment would fit the child's crimes. The Dectective trusted him to make the best decision possible if this occoured and he gave her his word – which was, of course, his bond. Punishments of thousands of years flashed before his eyes while driving and eventually he did settle on one. He had to admit, it was a tad oldschool, but nor grounding, nor sitting on a „naughty chair" was appropriate with these circumstances. He remembered the first time he saw the Detective make her daughter sit on a „naughty chair". He found the idea ridiculous and also a bit disturbing, but that was only because he also had a „naughty chair" back at his penthouse. That, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to do with children...

Knowing the nature of humans waiting for their punishment, he had a feeling the Detective's offspring was rather anxious now and even though he wasn't keen on the idea of going through with this, he decided not to make her wait any longer than necessary.

He stood up with a deep sigh, removing his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

„Into battle." He murmered softly before walking up to Trixie's door. He took a deep breath and entered the room. What he saw sent chills down his spine.

„Beatrice?"

The little girl was sitting in the corner of her room with tears running down her face, her small arms wrapped around her body to protect herself. She shrunk deeper into the corner and shook her head rapidly with a loud sob as Lucifer took a careful step towards her.

„No, please, Lucifer!" She cried out desperately, making the Devil's eyebrows furrow with confusion. He watched with slight worry as she tried to speak in-between crying. „I'll be good, please... I'll be good..."

Lucifer was frozen. This time he recognized her expression.

Fear.

His heart sunk as he looked down at her. He was the one that scared her so badly, though he didn't understand how. The punishment he chose for her was rather easy to recover from, not to mention no one throughout history had ever responded to it with crying before, especially not this vehemently. The same strange feeling took over him as when she called him „sir" and he thought a bit asof what to do before slowly getting down on one knee. She didn't seem less scared and so he lowered himself to his knees completely and eventually sat on his feet.

„Beatrice?" He asked softly and the child sniffled, looking up at him with a pained expression. „What's wrong, child?"

Trixie hiccupped softly as she tried to stop crying, not very successfully.

„Please, Lucifer..."

„Please what?" He asked, slightly afraid to hear her answer. What does she think I'm going to do to her?

„Please don't... please don't spank me, Lucifer." The Devil's eyes widened in disbelief, watching the child's well up with tears again. „I promise I'll be good... I promise..."

Lucifer felt his entire body fill with anger and sadness as the child broke down into more tears and sobs, unable to control her shaking. Someone hurt her. Someone hurt the tiny urchin.

„Beatrice..." He crawled closer to her but she cried even harder, shaking her head.

„No, please, Lucifer, I'll be good!"

Lucifer put up his hands in defense and momentarily kept his distance from her.

„I know you will, darling. I know you will." He answered softly and frowned as he realized what he just called her. It came as natural as breathing and he decided not to think about it much as of now. „And I promise you... Beatrice?" He waited for her to look up at him before continuing. „I promise you I will do nothing of the sort."

Trixie's sobbing quieted down a bit as she looked at him in confusion.

„You..." Another tear trickled down her face. „You won't?"

„I won't. I would never. And you know I never lie." His voice was firm yet gentle; he wanted to make sure she took him seriously. He couldn't have her be afraid of him. She was the only one who was never afraid of him. He had to make sure it stays that way.

„I'm sorry..." He heard the little one say as she slowly looked up at him. „I'm so sorry..."

His mouth opened, then closed again as the little girl suddenly jumped up and ran into his ams. He stiffened a bit, as he did every time she did this, but this time it felt different. She was extremely distressed and desperate for comfort, and he didn't know if he could give it to her. Regardless, he tried. He knew that's what the Detective would want.

„There now, child. Everything's fine." He gently wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back with one hand, just as he saw Chloe do when Trixie hurt herself playing in the yard a while ago. The little one held onto him tightly as she cried and he allowed her to sit on his lap as he was still on the ground, wrapping her up a bit tighter. „There, it's alright..."

A lump formed in his own throat as he listened to her sobs, letting her cry as much as she needed. He felt weak; weaker than ever before. The amount of trust he put in him had always surprised him, and the immediate disappearance of her fear to his promise was also a sign of that. The people he once scared, he scared for a lifetime. This small human knew nothing about him and still took his word, simple as it was. He resisted the urge to weep himself. He didn't want to scare her even more.

They sat there for long minutes, just hugging and he was surprised how the situation turned from uncomfortable to almost... enjoyable. Her small arms around his neck and her head buried into it... that was all she needed to calm down. Soon enough, she stopped crying entirely and slowly pulled away from Lucifer's shirt, which was tear-stained and wet to the touch.

The Devil watched the little girl run her fingers over the patch and waited until she looked at him.

„Are you alright, urchin?" He asked her gently and the nickname made her giggle slightly as she wiped one last tear off her cheek.

„Yeah." She gave him a small smile and again, as natural as breathing, he gave her one right back. His happiness immediately subsided though as he remembered her initial cause of fear. Someone must have hurt her.

Carefully, he lifted her off his lap and stood up, offering a hand to her.

„Come sit with me. I need to ask you something, child."

Trixie immediately took his hand and he lead her to her bed, motioning for her to sit down. She did and as soon as he did the same, she scooted closer to him and crawled under his arm. He opened his mouth to protest out of habit but quickly shut it. The child was comfortable and that was all that momentarily mattered to him. He waited a bit before speaking.

„Beatrice..."

The child looked up at him innocently, eyes wide. He gulped.

„Has someone... spanked you before?"

Trixie looked down, and he gave her a few seconds before reaching under her chin and lifting it up gently. She looked a bit scared still, but not of him.

„Daddy did." She whispered finally. Lucifer felt a rush of anger hit him. „Daddy spanks me sometimes."

The Devil turned away as his eyes flashed red. Dan. He knew he was an idiot, but he didn't know he was outright stupid, too. This was beyond inappropriate and Lucifer had to hold himself back from going after him right now and torturing him to a slow death. He turned his head back as he felt Trixie squirm and nestle deeper into him.

„He's not a bad person, Lucifer." She stated, reading his mind. „He just gets angry sometimes. And he always warns me before he does."

Lucifer was beyond shocked to see the small human still defending her father after experiencing those punishments. He knew they couldn't have hurt too badly, certainly not like back in the medieval times but they sure had to be frightening. After all, she was hiding from him in the corner when he entered the room.

„Anger is a strong emotion, child." He told her, looking her directly in the eyes. „But believe me it is no excuse to ever, ever hit someone. Your father is way out of line and I assure you..." He hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder. „I will never let him hurt you again."

Trixie's big brown eyes widened as she looked up at him.

„Never?"

„Never." He reassured her, and before he could blink, the little girl threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. Just a second later, a small smile made its way onto Lucifer's face as he squeezed her back gently, resting his head on top of hers.

„I love you, Lucifer."

At that moment, the Devil reached his breaking point. Tears rushed into his eyes and he hugged Trixie even tighter, surprising himself as he suddenly pressed a light kiss to her small head.

„And I you, darling." He waited until his voice was no longer shaky. „And I you."

For the first time ever, after a while Trixie was the first one to let go. A small, mischevious smile adorned her face.

„Does that mean you won't punish me?"

The Devil chuckled lightly and tapped her nose for good measure, making her giggle too.

„No, child, that's not how it works, unfortunately. Your punishment is still very much on, but I'll let you settle first." He started to get up but she stopped him.

„I'm settled, Lucifer." He looked down at her. Her face was serious now but it was clear she wasn't afraid. „I'm ready."

„I um... very well, then." He sat back down and turned towards her, sighing deeply. She looked at him expectingly. „I realize that this might be difficult for you to endure, but I'm going to have to tickle you."

Trixie stared at him blankly for a bout 4 full seconds before bursting into laughter, making the Devil raise an eyebrow in question. He hadn't even started yet...

„Child? What is so funny, if I may ask?" He asked her and she chuckled for a few more seconds before catching her breath.

„That's not a punishment, Lucifer, that's a game! It's the Tickle Monster game!"

„I beg your pardon!" He gasped and she scooted to the other side of the bed as he leaned closer to her. „There is no such thing as the Tickle Monster and tickling is very much of a punishment! The ancient Chinese used this method long before you were born, urchin, and might I add, it was one of the most effective ones!"

The little girl just giggled still and shook her head.

„Catch me if you can, then!"

Before Lucifer could react, fast as a squirrel, she rushed out of the room.

„How dare you?!" He ran after her and soon, loud squeals and giggles could be heard as the Devil caught up to her. After a while, though he was certain he would not enjoy it, his laughter began to pick up and blend in with hers as she tried to get away and begged for mercy, to no avail.

Long minutes passed before he finally let her up, but only after she apologized and promised to never do any of the things she did again. To Lucifer's surprise, she hugged him tightly afterwards, before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the living room.

„Let's play something else now!"

„Something else?" Lucifer asked, outraged, but let her drag him along. „For the last time, child, we were not playing!"

Thank you for reading! Make sure to leave a bit of feedback in the comments for me, also if you'd like for me to write something, anything really.

Peace!