Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

The Girl In The Handcuffs

Word Count: 1173

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: request from Gallagher8 The book The Girl In The Handcuffs is now posted!

Summary: As far as first impressions went you definitely left a lasting one. He met you handcuffed to a desk, lip cut, cheek bruised, knuckles bleeding, and a proud smile on your face.

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"But Detective-"

Lucifer sighed as Chloe shut the door in his face, refusing to let him follow her into the interrogation room. He had nearly assaulted their suspect and as such Chloe refused to let him anywhere near the man.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

Chloe didn't respond and Lucifer huffed, his expression was bored as his eyes dully scanned the precinct.

"Don't touch the computer!"

Dan shouted from the other side of the room. Lucifer frowned, looking to see who Dan had been shouting out.

"Then bring me something to do Dan! A coloring book or something! At least when Officer Jackson arrests me he has a rubber band ball!"

That was a voice Lucifer hadn't heard before. A stray coffee mug flew across the room, narrowly missing Dan's head.

"I swear to God Y/N! I will throw you in a holding cell!" Dan snapped.

Lucifer's boredom turned to curiosity when he saw someone sitting at Dan's desk. You stood standing as far from the desk as the handcuff on your wrist would allow.

"Oh yeah, that ended well last time didn't it?"

Dan looked frustrated, and he moved the broken the pieces of the cup away with his foot.

"Just sit down!" He snapped.

You plopped back down into your chair, kicking your feet up on his desk. Dan muttered curses under his breath as he walked away. He didn't see you poke his computer in a futile attempt of bored defiance.

A smile grew on Lucifer's lips, and he looked around for a moment before making his way towards the mystery person.

"Well hello there, in a bit of trouble are we?"

You looked up from where you sat, feet propped up on the desk. A coy smile tugging at your busted lips. Lucifer raised an eyebrow seeing the blooming bruise on your left cheek, and the blood on your knuckles.

"I prefer to think of it as a minor inconvenience to my day." You hummed.

Lucifer motioned to your various injuries, the unspoken question easy for you to decipher.

"My inconvenience happened to be a rich boy with a fragile ego, and the refusal to take no for an answer." You shrugged.

You gave the handsome man an innocent smile, motioning to the chair in front of you with the hand that wasn't handcuffed to the desk. You demeanor was carefree and relaxed, as if this whole ordeal was simply a routine part of your day.

"Would you like to take a seat Mr...."

"Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar. Do I have the pleasure of knowing your name my dear?" He asked as he sat down in front of you.

"Y/N, I'd tell you my last name, but then you might stalk me." You teased.

Lucifer scoffed but his smile remained firmly planted on his lips. He took the seat you offered, noticing how you perked up at having company.