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Micheal (Lucifer)- Extra 2
Another tough case has been cleared after another long week. Just like that, another criminal appears. You and Michael have been working more cases together and clearing them just as quickly. You’re sort of unofficial partners now.
Your most recent case is a bit stressful. With very little evidence, it’s been a bit hard to gather leads, but you don’t give up. You grab another image of the listed employees in the business to add to your board. When you turn, you accidentally run into Michael.
“Sorry.” He says as he grabs your shoulders to steady you. When he does, he just looks at you. Those eyes hold a strange fondness that you aren’t used to. Your cheeks color against your will, and Micheal wears a soft smile.
“Are you okay?” He whispers.
You nod.
“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” You pull away, moving back to the board.
Those little interactions have become common as of late. You would catch him just gazing off, or staring at you longer than usual. You mean to point it out, but you’re not fully sure what the reason is. He’s been sticking a bit close since the incident when you took that bullet.
“Maybe he thinks he owes me?”
That’s the only thing that makes sense.
“Micheal, did you get results from forensics?” He nods, picking the document off from the desk.
“Right here.” He hands you it and you expect him to pull away, but his fingers linger against your own. You're a bit flustered.
“T-Thank you.”
Was he trying to make you mad?
“I can’t work under these conditions!!”
He’s gonna drive you crazy and he’s barely doing anything.
It’s going to be a tough week.
~~~
For the most part everything goes by pretty easily. Barry strutted through your office, and you sent him a little smile as you got back to work.
“So your personal consultant has been gazing off into space a lot lately. “ Barry remarks.
“Maybe he’s thinking about something.” You respond distractedly.
“Or someone.”
Your cheeks flush.
“Just give me the results.” You grumble. Barry laughs.
“Take it from someone who has managed to escape the friendzone, just tell him how you feel. It’ll all work out.”
“Mhmm.”
Barry looks as though he’s about to tease you further, but Micheal walks in.
“Detective I was wondering if you would- Oh, Mr. Allen. I’m sorry I didn’t know you had company.”
“I was just leaving.”
Barry says cheekily. You send him a glare when he winks. Micheal catches the exchange, looking a bit confused.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“No, Barry’s just being a nuisance. Did you need something?” You stand, placing your complete pile of papers on the desk to turn in. You’re moving around the room as you wait for Micheal to speak. When he doesn’t say anything, you turn to inquire. But he’s standing right in front of you and you back track almost crashing into him.
“W-Woah Michael!”
“Sorry Detective.” He apologizes, taking a step back.
Your brows furrow, now you feel like you have to ask.
“Okay, explain yourself. You’ve been acting weirdly nice and you’re sticking to me like glue.”
With your arms folded, you sat at the front of your desk, crossing your ankles as you waited for him to explain himself.
Micheal was about to play it off, but your face looked done with his antics. He deflated, looking to the side.
“I was just trying to repay a debt.”
That’s what you figured.
“Listen, you don’t owe me anything. You’re one of us. I would take a bullet for anyone in this precinct. Even you.” It was one of the few times you smiled at him, and he took a step closer.
“I want to be closer to you and it has nothing to do with that debt. Maybe it was because you took a bullet for me. Maybe I just became sentimental. What I know is there are very few people that still look at me the way you did that day when you thought that I was in danger.” Your arms lowered slowly, and you placed them on the desk to ground yourself.
“I liked the feeling of being wanted. Being needed.”
You take a breath, looking at your feet. You knew you should have been honest about it all. Micheal was the last person you thought would be spilling his guts. But here he was, telling you every inner thought. You bit your lip, gripping the edge of the desk.
“I was scared because I thought I would lose you and you would never know how I felt about you.” Your words are soft, and he’s just looking at you, waiting for an explanation.
“I’ve..I’ve had a crush on you since the first month that you got here. You’re a sarcastic smartass but you’re brutally honest. I got the feeling that you ended up here as some kind of internal punishment. Then you told me you’re an angel and I still think you’re a bit crazy. But even if this is your penalty, you still show up and do the job. If you really didn’t care you could have given up a long time ago. It takes a strong person to admit when they’re wrong. “
He can barely believe it.
Micheal means to say something, anything, but you hear a steady gust of wind and the pair of wings that sprout from his back make you jump. The papers on your desk are slightly blown off.
“W-WHAT THE HECK!!”
Micheal looks back in shock.
“M-My wings…”
He seems to be in awe, but you’re freaking out.
“YOU HAVE FREAKING WINGS!!!”
You’re a bit panicked, and he means to fully explain, but you race to the door, locking it. You shove him away from any windows.
“W-What are you doing! Put those things away!!” I can’t believe you were telling the truth, you're a freaking angel! Damn it, am I being judged!! Is this a test!!”
Micheal fights back his smile. His wings slip back with a roll of his shoulders and he can see you visibly calm down.
“They disappeared…” You circle him, checking his back.
“Oh my gosh does that hurt? Where did they go?”
He’ll have plenty of time to explain the intricacies of his wings. He turns slowly, taking your hands, and you finally seem to settle just a little.
“ I can’t believe a human of all things turned out to be the answer.” He’s just smiling at you.
You shift.
“Thank you (Y/N).”
That’s possibly the first time he’s called you by your first name.
His hand moves to your cheek, and you can feel yourself relax into the touch. Your heart is moving way too quickly. Micheal smiles.
“Would you arrest me if I were to steal a kiss Detective.”
You actually blush, and Micheal leans in, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. He never imagined something as simple as a touch would feel so..
“Incredible..”
It’s all his mind can process.
He pulls you closer, and your hands instinctively wrap around him, laying gently on his back. You’re gripping at his suit, and his brows knit in pleasure. His lips part just a little, and your tongue slips in. He moans and your hold tightens on the material of his clothing. His mind is trying to process everything his body is feeling at that moment. It’s like a shockwave. Micheal only pulls away when he feels the strain in his groin. He gasps, and you look a bit stunned.
“S-Sorry I-I..W-was that too much?”
You look embarrassed, and he shakes his head.
“Y-You did nothing wrong. I just..I need a moment..”
“Shit.”
He couldn’t believe it.
All he’d done was kiss you and he was actually hard.
“Curse this human body.”
This has never happened before.
He kept his distance, and now you were really concerned.
“What’s wrong then?” You were utterly confused. When he moved behind your desk and took a seat, your curiosity just increased.
“C-Could you maybe just lend me your office for a few minutes. “
“W-What? Micheal just tell me whats-”
You finally looked down and the visible tent in his pants had you blushing. Micheal groaned, grabbing a file to cover up. He was mortified. How could something as simple as a kiss get him so aroused? He was a celestial for goodness sake.
“Y-You can have the room I-I’l just go and y-yeah!” You were hightailing it for the door, and you scrambled when you realized it was locked. You had locked it.
“Stupid lock!”
When you finally got it open you bolted out. Micheal just dropped his head on the desk.
Surely this was some kind of divine punishment.
How fitting.
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Micheal (Lucifer)- Oneshot
Being banished to another universe has its perks.
Surprisingly he felt more relaxed. After he’d literally killed Chloe and Lucifer, he was thankful for the grace they had shown him when they didn’t have to. Now his punishment was to work in the precinct of a place that had a bunch of super powered criminals running around.
Oh the irony.
Micheal walked into CCPD that day with the usual frown. The first couple months there people wouldn’t stop staring at his scar. Not that he could blame them. He was nothing but a lowly consultant, much like how Lucifer started. He guessed this was supposed to give him some perspective.
Or just a cruel irony.
Life was good like that.
Swiping a cup of coffee from the kitchen, he made his way to figure out what the newest case was.
“What do we have today Detective West.”
Micheal walked in, and standing by Joe’s side was the one and only Barry Allen and another Detective who worked in the precinct. He’d seen you around, and as far as he could tell you were a tough officer. You took every case in stride and it seemed to take a bulldozer to lower your defenses. All his interactions with you had started and ended the same.
Good morning, how are you? Good.
That was it.
He wasn’t that shocked at the cold demeanor but it felt like you were extra stoic around him.
“Good Morning Mr. Morningstar, nice of you to show up.” You spoke, file in hand.
“I’m a minute late, fire me.
Please.
You didn’t respond. Barry sent you a suspicious smile and Joe just let out a sigh.
“If we could all get along that would be great.” Joe stated.
“If some of us would do our jobs I can’t see any reason why that would be a problem. “ Micheal just gives a snarky smile and you roll your eyes. Joe carries on with the explanation.
“This guy is sloppy, it’s clear that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I need you two back at his apartment. He must have left something there.”
“We’re on it.” You place the document down, reaching for your jacket. Micheal follows behind, giving a salute as he places him mug down on the way out.
“Of all the people, why did it have to be him?”
So maybe there was a reason behind your hostility.
See the truth of the matter is, you were a bit bad at the whole love thing. Your personality in itself was a bit standoffish. Not that you could really help it. It was just the way you were. Your long list of failed dates proved that you needed work in that department. Then along came Micheal. The first day he came, the whispers and rumors started. You weren’t one for gossip, but when you saw the scar, there was obviously a story behind that.
Your first case with Joe and Micheal was possibly his second day. He was sarcastic, and brutally honest. It became clear that this job was some kind of penance. Yet, here he was. He showed up each day with that same snarky look on his face as he worked to solve each crime. As the days went by, you sort of got used to him. While you made it your mission to give him shit, you sort of admired him. He didn’t seem very affected by the way others would stare at his scar. Nor was he demotivated.
It never affected his job.
While he might not have been the most social and approachable person, he had decent work ethic.
You liked that.
You liked him.
The knock on your window glass pulled you from your thoughts. You blinked, and Micheal gave another smile as he waved gesturing for the both of you to get on with the job.
“Stupid crush.”
Of all the people you could have fallen for.
Micheal took a step back and you got out of your car, closing the door.
“Okay, let’s lay down some ground rules. No running off on your own like you did last time. If you get taken I’m gonna have a crap ton of paperwork to fill out.”
“Good to know you care about my wellbeing.”
You both head to the door, ducking under the police tape as you begin searching through the criminal’s house.
Allen Kempler was a thief and now a wanted killer. His last robbery hadn’t gone as planned and he’d shot an innocent woman. Now he was on the run. Luckily, not a meta that you would have to worry about. As you sift through his belongings upstairs, you make a mental note of items he may come back for.
“Micheal, could you pass me an evidence bag?” You got no response.
“Micheal?” He wasn’t there and you groaned in annoyance, heading for the staircase.
“Come on man, I gave you one instruction!”
You expected to see him doing his own round downstairs, but the house was quiet. Now you are worried. You drew your gun.
“Micheal, Micheal!”
Each room you went through was empty, and when you got to the back door, there was a bat that appeared to be tossed there. You cursed.
“Damn it!”
Joe was going to chew you out for this one.
~~~
After a while Micheal was a bit annoyed at all the illiterate villains. He was immortal for goodness sake. Although he still had no wings.
That’s why as the criminal pulls the bag off his head, he wasn’t even phased. Hopefully the police would get here before he had to listen to another poorly thought out plan.
“You’re probably wondering where you are?” Allen smirked.
“Not really.” Micheal retorted. Allen’s brows furrowed.
“W-Well your cop friends won’t find you here.”
“Noted.”
“And there’s no-”
“No escape, I get it. This isn’t my first rodeo. You do realize that I let you take me hostage. That precinct was just getting tedious."
Allen was growing angry.
“Are you mocking me!!” He moved to the next room to grab his gun and Micheal rolled his eyes. He leaned back in the chair, waiting for the calvary. What he didn’t expect was to see you climbing through the window. He raised a brow.
“Detective-”
You placed a hand to your lips, landing easily on the ground. When you straightened, you raced to his side.
“Joe and the others are on their way. I can’t believe you let yourself get caught. “ You shook your head, pulling out a knife as you began cutting the knots at his legs and arms.
Micheal was a bit surprised.
“You came to rescue me?”
You looked back, scoffing as you tried to move quickly.
“Of course I did, I was worried about you.” The statement stunned him, and it seemed to play in your head. His eyes were now focused on you, and you looked up, stuttering as you reached for the last knot on his arm.
“I-I mean we all were worried.”You corrected.
“You’re not going anywhere.” You spun around surprised at Allen’s words.You were standing in front of Micheal protectively.
“Put down the gun.” You advise, standing upright, eyes focused on Allen’s weapon.
“Please, do you really think he’s going to pull the trigger, he’s a coward.”
Allen’s teeth gritted.
“I’LL SHOW YOU COWARD!!” He pointed it straight at Micheal.
“NO!!”
You moved directly in front of him and both bullets hit you right in the chest. Your body dropped to the floor, and you grunted. Micheal’s eyes grew wide.
“Who’s a coward now?”
Micheal’s eyes were no longer holding disinterest. He pulled his wrist from the rope as if it were nothing and Allen raised his gun again, shooting crazily. Each bullet hit Micheal’s chest, and he just tilted his head menacingly. Allen looked terrified, and Micheal grinned.
“No one messes with the Detective except me.”
He grabbed him by the collar, throwing him across the room. His body hit a wall, falling unconscious. Micheal huffed in anger, turning back to you. He was a bit hesitant to approach. Because he didn’t want to see the blood. That would make it hurt.
He hadn’t realized that he actually cared about what happened to you. To him you always seemed like another officer. But you’d just taken a bullet for him. Literally. Not many people ever cared what happened to him. Even his siblings felt like it would be better if he never existed. Micheal kneeled down, cradling your head.
“Amenadiel, if you can hear me, please just help her. It’s not her time, this is not her fault.”
He was hoping for time to seize so his brother would come down and just save you, but when your eyes opened, you coughed, looking back at Micheal as you rubbed your chest. He was completely confused when you sat upright groaning.
“Damn bastard..” You grumbled.
You were clearly in pain. When you pulled your coat to the side, he could see the bullet proof vest.
“I didn’t think he would actually shoot..” You mutter. It took you a moment to gather yourself, and when you did, your eyes turned to Micheal with urgency.
“Crap he shot you!!” You grabbed the front of his suit, searching for the wounds, or blood or anything honestly. The bullet holes were obvious, but there was no wound. You looked up at him a bit startled.
“You’re okay…” You were still holding the lapels of his jacket and Micheal swallowed.
“POLICE!!”
The door to the room busted in and police came rushing in. Joe was right at the front and when he caught sight of the both of you on the floor, he directed the others to sweep the room.
“Are you both okay?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that question, so you just nodded.
There was obviously more to Micheal D. Morningstar than meets the eye.
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Micheal (Lucifer) Extra
It has been about a month since Allen Kempler’s arrest. All in all it went well. But now you were weary because it seems that you had been working with a meta the entire time. Your working relationship with Micheal has always been a bit shaky. Mostly because of your oddly similar personalities.
That’s why you spent the better part of that month trying to wrap your head around what he’d told you after you asked how he survived not one, but several bullet wounds.
“For the last time I’m not a metahuman.”
You shook your head, going through the updated catalog of meta criminals.
“You say that but it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“I already told you I’m an angel.”
“Then where are your wings?” He frowned.
“It’s complicated.”
“That’s code for they don’t exist. If you’re a meta you can just admit it. I was freaked out at the start but with some of the crap that we’ve seen do you really think I wouldn’t believe you? I literally saw a six foot shark last year.”
“This universe is very strange.”
“Huh?”
Micheal shook his head.
“Nevermind. Let’s just agree to disagree.”
You hum, eyes moving back to your most recently closed case. Micheal’s eyes run over you leisurely.
“She has no powers, and that bullet could have easily hit a tender spot. She could have died. She was willing to die for me.”
He was still trying to wrap his mind around what happened. He could probably count on one hand the number of beings willing to risk their lives for him. It was undecided if Lucifer had truly forgiven him for what he’d done. It seemed that way. After all, he could have banished him to some terrible place. Like Florida.
Micheal shivered.
Not a faith he was looking forward to.
With all the information he had, he was not sure how to approach this situation. Humans have never really been very significant in his life. They were just another creation. Micheal never understood why his brothers took such an interest in them. At least not at first. But now, everything felt a little different.
“Can you pass me that file?” You ask. Micheal nods, reaching over from his spot as he hands you the desired folder, you take it, getting back to work. He’s just there watching you. The way your hair gets a bit disheveled with you messing with it sorting through a file. The manner you nibble on the pen every now and then.
“She’s actually quite cute.”
He could stare at you all day.
Alas, fate would not have it so. A knock came at the door, and when the detective walked in, Micheal could feel his annoyance rise. Both at the person, and the disturbance to his new found hobby.
“Jonathan.” You send a smile at the blond detective, and Micheal’s agitation increases.
“She never smiles at me like that.” He thought bitterly. Jonathan walked past Micheal as if he didn’t even exist.
“Good morning (Y/N).”
“Good morning Micheal and how is your day. Oh great Detective Gile, thank you for asking.” You smile at Micheal’s self monologue, and when he catches the smile, he returns it with his own.
“Yeah whatever Morningstar.” John mumbled.
Not all humans were cute, Micheal realized that now.
“I got a new case and it’s kicking my butt. I was hoping for some fresh eyes.” John explained. You began packing up your items.
“Sure, I needed a break from these papers.” John smiled, gesturing to the door and you followed. Micheal wasn’t sure whether to follow or not. It was obvious John wasn’t very fond of him. But he also didn’t want you alone with the irritatingly good looking detective.
You peeked your head back into the room.
“You coming Micheal?”
His eyes lifted, he held back a soft cheer.
“Of course.” You nod and Micheal follows behind like a puppy.
~
So maybe dislike was too soft a word. John absolutely detested him. If the events of that day were anything to go on. John seems to find every and any way to keep Micheal at the sidelines. At first he thought he was paranoid, but by the evening it became clear. He’d offered to drive you to the crime scene, but insisted that his back seat was filled with junk. So Micheal drove himself.
Then when they went out for lunch, he’d sent him an address all the way across town. Nowhere near where the restaurant actually was. After that when he finally found the spot, John had accidently spilled his leftover shake all over Micheal’s suit. So he had no choice but to head back to his place and change. By the end of the day he was doing all he could not to impale the irritating man.
The next day Micheal got to the precinct determined not to be made a fool by the ridiculously immature detective. You came running around the corner and when you caught sight of Micheal your eyes sparked.
“Micheal! Just the person I wanted to see, I need you.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“We made a breakthrough, John is on his way to the insurance company, I think we found the killer.”
“Oh, O-Of course. Shall we?”
You nod, heading out and Micheal tugged at his tie to loosen it just a bit.
He needed to get his head out of the gutter. That was definitely Lucifer’s influence.
The trip to the company didn’t take long. When you pulled up to the site, people were running out. You drew your gun on instinct, and Micheal followed you in. Your suspect held a gun to a hostage he had, and John was facing him with his own weapon drawn.
“Let her go Perry.” Perry shook his head, pressing the gun into the woman’s neck as she sobbed in fear.
“If anyone else comes in I’m going to blow her head off!!”
“Okay, okay, no one else is coming in!”
You meant to try and talk him down, but Micheal just walked past you.
“Micheal, what the hell are you doing!”
“Don’t worry Detective.” He just adjusted his coat.
“Stay back!!” Perry warned.
“Calm down, I’ve got no weapons, see.” He raised his coat, doing a spin. Perry looked confused.
“I just wanted to know, what is it that you fear?” His head tilted in that menacing way, and Perry seemed caught in a trance.
“I..I don’t want to die here..” Perry lowered his arm, and the woman ran off almost immediately. John didn’t waste a second. He shot Perry in the arm, rushing over when his body hit the ground to kick the gun away. Micheal took a step back and John glared.
“You idiot were you trying to get that woman killed, what is wrong with you!!”
“I just saved her life.”
You moved to Micheal’s side, and although you understood why he was so fearless, you were disappointed. The second he saw the look you wore, he couldn’t help but feel terrible.
“Detective I was just-”
“Save it, we have to deal with this scene. Call for backup.” You moved to Perry as John cuffed his hand behind his back reading his rights.
Once again, Micheal was on the sidelines.
~~
Your captain seemed altogether pleased with the results, despite what happened to get there. When the day was over, and you couldn’t help but feel relief. You were back to filing reports. Dropping in your chair, you lift your head when you hear a knock on the door. John slipped inside.
“It’s a wonder we were able to close that case with that nuisance Morningstar.”
You shake your head.
“I understand that you guys don’t get along, but he did help us stop that guy.”
“Are you kidding me, he nearly got that woman killed.”
“That wasn’t his intention. You haven’t exactly been the most welcoming. He was just trying to show that he could be helpful. Maybe you could learn a thing or two about actual partnership. Rather than trying to throw him under the bus every time.”
He scoffed in disbelief.
“Please, are you really saying that you trust that scarface more than me? He’s a jackass. “ You frown at John’s statement.
“Micheal may not be a saint but he’s my partner and I trust him with my life.”
It’s obvious that Micheal wasn’t meant to hear that. He’d just been coming to your office to sign off on the reports that you nagged him about. When he saw your door ajar he considered that you were out, but then he heard that douchebag John talking and he knew it was another attempt to take his spot.
“I’d like it if you’d leave Jonathan.” He didn’t like that one bit, and on his way out, he saw Micheal. Glaring, he walked past the consultant. Micheal gave the door a soft knock.
“Come in.” You call.
Micheal entered.
Your eyes seem to light up, and he prayed that he could always gain such a reaction when you saw him.
“I came to sign the reports and apologize. I..I was..wrong.” He muttered the last part.
One thing he realized he absolutely detested was admitting when he was wrong.
You shook your head, placing your pen down.
“I’m sorry too. Not just about what happened. But I feel like you would depend on me more if I was a better partner. “
Micheal grinned.
“We’re partners now.”
You roll your eyes playfully.
“Don’t make me regret it.” He lifts his hands in a joking surrender. You give a little smile. There’s still a bit of guilt on your part.
“ I haven’t been listening to you either Micheal. If you say that you’re an angel, then I believe you. I do trust you Micheal.”
You trust him.
The words bring more joy than he can express.
You clear your throat after the statement.
“Anyway, good job today. I’m gonna grab some coffee.”
You pace out of the room and Micheal smiles to himself.
“I think I’m starting to like it here.”
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