The Girl In The Handcuffs

Word Count: 1173

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: request from

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.

Or maybe it was that you now had someone to keep you distracted.

"So this swine got handsy, and you took matters into your hands, or rather your fists." Lucifer inquired.

A dramatic sigh left your mouth and you slumped a little in your seat.

"To be fair he hit me first after I threw my drink in his face, the... fourth or fifth time I told him no. Of course, he called the cops afterwards."

"He hit you? What a detestable human."

You shrugged, tugging on your wrist that was handcuffed to the desk. Your eyes scanning Dan's desk in search of something.

"Oh that's nothing last month I threw a chair out of a fifth story window. It hit some drug dealers car, now that was a fight." You laughed.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, looking even more intrigued now.

"And did you win?"

Your expression was proud.

"Took a lead pipe to his headlights, and a bat to his head."

Lucifer laughed, tilting his head.

"Do you make a habit of getting into fights?" Lucifer mused.

You smirked leaning forward, invading his personal space, as you reached for his hand.

"Absolutely, keeps life interesting."

You smiled, plucking his cuff link from his sleeve.

"Mind if I borrow this?"

He watched you closely as you lifted your wrist slipping the cuff link into the keyhole.

"You're a curious little human aren't you darling?"

You briefly lifted your head to give him a questioning look.

"Are you not going to stop me?"

His smile was devious and instead he moved his chair to hide what you were doing.

"I'm merely a consultant, I couldn't possibly interfere with Daniel's case."

He watched you curiously as you picked the lock, slipping your wrist free. He almost laughed when you tucked the handcuffs into your boot.

"Never know when you'll need a good pair of handcuffs." You winked.

"Well I can certainly name a few situations."

You leaned forward a little about to say something when another voice interrupted you.

"You're supposed to keep those on Y/N."

You tilted your head back to see Dan standing behind you and you gave him a lazy smile.

"I did... for like five minutes, but then Mr. Morningstar came over, and it's just bad manners to talk to him while I'm stuck to your desk. What if I needed to shake his hand?"

"Then use your other hand." Dan muttered, rubbing his temple.

"But Danny, the one you cuffed is my dominant hand! I need it!"

"Don't call me that."

Dan mumbled to himself, his expression annoyed as he grabbed a case file from his desk. You plucked the file from his hand, skimming through it with no intention of actually reading it. It was just a way to further annoy Dan.

"The guy didn't press charges right? I can go?" You questioned.

Dan snatched the file away from you, giving you a hard glare. Lucifer watched the exchange clearly entertained.

"Yes, you can go." Dan bit out.

You jumped to your feet, exaggerating a stretch. Dan grabbed your arm, he looked exasperated, and he held out his free hand.

"What? Need money for more pudding?"

"Handcuffs. Now." Dan hissed.

You pulled the silver metal from your boot, placing them in his hand with a small pout. Dan practically shoved you towards the elevators, only adding to your amusement and making you laugh.

"I'll see you soon Dan! Think I might steal a car next week."

Lucifer followed as you approached  the elevator. As you stepped inside, you held the doors open reaching for his hand. You dropped his cuff link into his hand.

"Lucky break wasn't it, not being charged?" Lucifer asked.

"It wasn't luck, guys like that would rather sweep things like this under the rug than admit a girl beat them to a bloody pulp."

The doors began to close, and Lucifer frowned a little.

"You haven't given me much about yourself my dear, what if I wish to see you again?"

You gave him a wink, just before the doors slid close.

"Oh you will, I'm here at least once a week."