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Prompt: Lucifer is back on Earth, trying to find the right moment to properly confess and say I love you to Chloe.
The words had been on the tip of his tongue from the moment he landed. Before that, really, one of his greatest regrets since leaving being that he had never quite been able to say them aloud. Close, but not in their entirety, not how he should have told her, then and so many times before. They were important to humans, those three little words, words that he could never have imagined himself saying. To a mortal, to a demon, to anyone.
The Devil didn't fall in love. Except he did, and he was, even now. It was a fall he welcomed with open arms.
But as always, the world seemed to want to conspire against him. Granted, it was his mistake to have first sought her out in the precinct, the greetings of his colleagues falling on deaf ears as he fought his way through to her, only one goal in mind as a flash of golden hair drew him closer. No sooner had he reached her though, than a pair of arms—far stronger than they should be for a person of Miss Lopez's stature—wrapped around him from the side, and what he was about to say became lost in the joy of reunion.
And then there was a case. And the spawn. And a confrontation with the douche that, to his surprise, ended somewhat amicably. Apparently, he had the good doctor to thank for that. Not that he would be thanking her anytime soon, given the unwanted appearance of his brother and his Earth-found family in the penthouse, timed almost exactly to the second he finally managed to get the Detective alone.
By sundown—after babysitters and case updates and a visit from a still very pissed off demon—he was just about ready to crush every cell phone in the vicinity, destroy the elevator permanently, and scream the bloody words at her. Centuries of waiting for this chance, years spent fantasising about how he would tell her, if by some miracle he were ever granted the opportunity. Roses and candlelight, stars and music, these were all the things she deserved, all the things he thought he needed.
But in the end, as he always had, all he needed was her. And as she lay in his arms, the adrenaline of the day slipping away and drawing her into slumber, it was with a whisper that he finally confessed what was in his heart all this time. And it was with a smile that she turned to him, lips brushing against his, as she said words of her own that he had so longed to hear, almost as much as he wanted to say them himself.
"Lucifer, I love you too."