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It’s early morning when the Decker-Morningstar-Espinosa home rises, to the sound of chirping birds and sweltering heat of the late July summer. The AC doing little to chill the thick, humid air. The sun peaks in through each window, prompting an earlier than usual start to the day, especially since it’s the school holidays for the youngest member of their perfectly imperfect family.
Lucifer’s the first to wake though, as usual, and after taking time to trace the sleeping beauty that is the Detective when she allows herself some well deserved rest, get dressed for the day and style his hair in her pokey bathroom, compared to his anyway, he’s downstairs preparing breakfast for the late sleepers. Trixie is the next to rise, around half an hour Lucifer, the smell probably making its way into her adjacent bedroom and tempting her out of her dozing. She loves her the traditional Decker egg sandwiches, but breakfasts made by Lucifer are something else.
Waffles, with berries and syrup (honey, if her mom asks) are her favourite, Lucifer lets her whisk the batter together, and then she helps with chopping the fruit up afterwards while he sets about making the waffles. When Chloe isn’t looking, he adds melted chocolate nutella in the middle of Trixie’s, Rory’s and his own waffles, the three sharing grins around the breakfast bar secretively.
Said half angel, half human is always next to arrive downstairs, with a slouchy trod over to the kitchen stool beside Trixie’s with a tired demand for coffee and food. Lucifer plates her food out in record time and she inhales it like she’s never eaten before, always requesting seconds. While Rory and Trixie share the pot of berries and chocolate sauce left over, Lucifer makes Chloe’s breakfast. She prefers savoury for breakfast, so he whips her up one of her classic requests of a three-cheese omelette with a side of fruit.
Surprisingly, Chloe is the last to wake, and when she does she joins them in the kitchen with a golden freshness and an sparkle of adoration in her eye at the scene before her, descending down the stairs into a mixture of chaos (Lucifer isn’t the tidiest in the kitchen, and Trixie, despite being almost 14 still manages to get half her breakfast down her pyjamas) and morning bliss.
Greeting Lucifer from behind, arms wrapping around his waist as she nuzzles her nose into his neck while he flips her omelette, has become something of a morning ritual, as well as the grunted ‘get a room’ and ‘gross’ remarks she gets from the girls.
“Good morning, babe.”
Rory makes gagging noises, while Trixie laughs and shoves her shoulder playfully.
“Well, hello there love.” Lucifer turns to capture her lips in a soft kiss, she always pulls away with a grimace, morning breath, only for him to yank her back by the belt of her dressing gown and kiss her again.
Chloe makes her way to the stool beside Trixie’s, leaning forward to kiss Rory’s head (she pulls away and wipes the back of her hand across her damp skin) and then doing the same to Trixie.
“Did you sleep well?” She asks, reaching forward when Lucifer places a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. She take a sip carefully, it’s just how she likes it.
“Yeah, except I turned my electric fan on in the night and because I couldn’t see, it sucked half of my hair up when it came on!” Trixie shakes her head, grabbing her phone where there’s apparently a video, taken by her angelic sister, of all people, the two whispering and laughing uncontrollably in the dark as they try to pull Trixie’s braid free.
Lucifer takes her phone, watching the video for himself when he’s finished making Chloe’s breakfast. She eats, and he presses play on the video, scoffing a laugh at their feeble attempts to stay quiet.
“I knew I heard cackling last night, thought it was the witches of Salem, coming back to haunt me…” He shudders, taking their dishes to the sink to start washing them.
He begins rolling his sleeves up, as Trixie asks, “why would they wanna haunt you?”
“Yeah Dad, what did you do?”
Chloe stifles a laugh, she’s heard this story before, one Halloween before they’d been together, before she even knew about the truth behind his claims that he was the Devil.
“Well, I was visiting Earth, and I made friends-“ He cocks his head, his words animated as he tells the story, “as you will, with a group of elderly women, they were widows you see, and in those days widows were seen as suspicious, so much so that they’d be accused of all sorts, mostly of being witches. Now…” He scrubs harshly at something that won’t come off of one of the plates, sighing and finishing the plate before carrying on. He slips it into the drying rack and rinses his hands, locating the towel to dry them on. “Magic, per say, isn’t real, it’s more of an energy, I know magic users, but they aren’t from this world, as you’d say…And those women we’re definitely not that. So, one day, there was accusations being thrown about all over the place, about whether they were all plotting to use their magic against the people in the small village, but they were lovely, these women, lonely, so I offered my services-“
Chloe shakes her head with a small giggle, grabbing the pot of fruit seen as though a he’d finished her omelette, delicious as always.
“You slept with them?” Rory crinkles her nose, she’s heard about his more playboy lifestyle, his way with women and men, the way people practically dropped their pants at his feet, that was before her mom came along and rocked his world, in more ways than they probably ever imagined.
“No! They were, at least 60 years old. Not that cougars are a bad thing, just…not my thing.”
“Carry on with the story Lucifer!” Trixie says impatiently, legs kicking and swinging back and forth as she waits for the ending.
“Patience urchin…” Trixie rolls her eyes, he clears his throat, just like her mother, “right, anyway, I offered to alludethat I had been sleeping with them-“
Trixie gage, “gross, all of them at once?”
“Like an orgy, T.”
“I know what one is, duh, I just think they’re disgusting-“
“Please! Guys I’m tryna eat my fruit.” Chloe shakes her head, trying her best now to not listen to this conversation.
“Anyway, then it went around the village that instead of concocting spells or whatever, they were all known for well, being with me, at the same time. Got them out of trouble, at least. If I’d have told them my name though, that would’ve been a different story all together.”
“He’s right, we’re learning about the Salem witch trials now, everyone thought they were servants to the devil, that they were working for him on Earth.” Trixie tells them, Chloe’s just glad she still listens in school, Maze’s and Lucifer’s influence hadn’t had an affect on that, yet…
“Quite right, urchin. Well done.”
Trixie beams at him, cocking her head at Rory and Chloe as if to say, ‘look how smart I am’, and Rory rolls her eyes, dipping her finger in chocolate sauce and rubbing it across Trixie’s cheek.
“Hey!”
She does the same, and then Rory turns to Lucifer, dropping a large blob on the end of his nose.
“Aww, look he’s like Rudolf!” Trixie exclaims, snapping a photo of him much to his annoyance.
“He has a red nose.” He swipes at his face, trying to get it off, it’s sticky though and it’s not working.
“And who was it that said they hated Christmas…” Trixie teases cockily, and soon the two angels and littlest human devil are going at it like five year olds, a swipe of chocolate sauce on cheeks turning into a full blown food fight with Rory and Trixie hanging up on Lucifer. Chloe laughs and stays out of it for as long as she can, that is until a strawberry lands on his favourite white shirt (and hers) and she’s standing in front of him with her arms out in truce.
“Okay guys, stop ganging up on your Father.” She says, as sternly as she can while having the two grinning back at her. It’s strange, yet wonderful how much they look alike even with with Dan being Trixie’s father, maybe it’s more their personalities, both a stem from Lucifer’s, both Devil’s in their own way.
Rory rolls her eyes and huffs, throwing one last strawberry and Lucifer (he catches it this time) before whispering something to Trixie. Whatever it is gets her all giggly, and she follows Rory, both chatting about something or other as they head to the living room, switching on the tv on the way. Chloe smiles as Rory grabs the throw from the back of the couch and lays it over herself and Trixie, the smaller of the two snuggling in closer.
Lucifer hums, and she turns round quickly to wrap her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes to press a sweet double kiss to his lips. They taste of waffles and chocolate, and Chloe smiles into it, teeth slightly hitting his messily.
“They ruined my shirt.” Lucifer pouts, narrowing his eyes at a spot behind her, the direction of their two devilish daughters.
“We can check google for a way to get it out, or buy you a new one.” Chloe traces the skin that shows on his chest with his two top buttons open. Laying her palm flat on his chest, she feels his huff vibrate as he scoffs.
“It’s tailor made!”
“Sshhh…” Chloe quietens him with a another kiss, reaching her other hand up to cup behind his head to push him closer, he leans down and gently lays his hand on her waist, then grips it as the kiss depends and Chloe ends up with her back against the breakfast bar. Memories flash through both their minds at the last time that happened, and then Lucifer tugs on her bottom lip with his own and she lets out a breathy moan, snapping her head to the living room where thankfully, the girls are engaged in the show they’re watching.
Chloe holds her hand out, “upstairs?” She whispers, a cheeky smile encouraging Lucifer to accept her hand and allow her to lead him towards the stairs.
The girls pay them no attention as they pass, Chloe slightly jogs past them, and as soon as they’re on the stairs Lucifer captures her in a kiss, moving down past her cheeks, then her jaw, then her neck, and they head into the bedroom with Chloe already only half clothed.
Downstairs Trixie turns to Rory, “you know, one time Lucifer came round to our house, naked to make mom breakfast, they’d hardly known each other at the time, but mom was practically drooling-“
Rory leans closer, “no way!!”
Trixie nods grinning, “dad was so mad.”
“Tell me everything…”