Deckerstar Headcanons & Incorrect Quotes

i’ve been summoned?? @chloedeckr​ for you [chef’s kiss]

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It’s just one case, they tell her. It’s just one cop. One bad cop. But it isn’t. 

It never is. 

It’s Lucifer that plants the first seed. “There are other ways to serve justice, you know,” he comments blandly, lounging in his chair next to her desk. His presence is both familiar and new, he’s both familiar and new. He grins. “Think of it, Detective, all the fun, none of the rules.”

But the rules have never been the problem, it’s those who aren’t obeying them, a fetid corruption that runs too deep for her to excise it. It taints all the good work she and Lucifer have done. He’d said it from the beginning—“What will your corrupt little organization do about this?”— and it’s effected nearly every part of her life. Her dad’s death, Palmetto, Dan. Almost nothing is untouched and she just can’t do it anymore. She can’t justify being apart of it.

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Lucifer listens to her, his eyes flickering in the light of his fireplace in a way that’s just shy of being human. “Chloe,” he says, careful and tender. He’s careful now. Something altered in him in Hell and Chloe still doesn’t fully understand what it is. “Chloe, you love the work.” She nods, tears slipping down her cheeks. He swipes them with a thumb. “You make a difference.”

“I know. But I can’t- Not anymore. Not like this.”

He nods. She’s seen him terrorize the dirty cops they discover, she knows he hates it as much as she does. He knows the history of righteous organizations filled with hypocrisy. “Very well. Then we won’t.”

“I- I don’t know who I am without it.”

He kisses her hands, her cheeks. “We’ll figure it out.”

“You’ll stay?” She knows he’s a punisher, she knows he loves the work as much as she does.

“Of course.”

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He brings her the paperwork two days later. It’s oddly reminiscent of the moment she brought him the documents that declared Lux a historical site. “What is this?” she asks, but he merely slides the papers towards her and waits. She picks up her reading glasses, a recent unfortunate necessity, and begins to study.

Deckerstar Investigations. 

He’s done all the groundwork. The licensing and all the other myriad of rigmarole one has to loop through to establish a business, particularly one like this. It would be impossible for anyone else, but Lucifer has favors that run deep and pockets that run even deeper. Tears wet the paper. 

“I can undo it all, or change the name if you don’t like it, or whatever you want,” he says quickly, “I just thought...” he flounders. “You love the work, Chloe.”

She sets her glasses aside, turns to face him on the piano bench. He’s staring back at her, an adorable crinkle in his brow as he waits for a clearer reaction. She gives him one. Kisses him senseless, pressing him against his piano, his hands smashing down a discordant sound as she slips to her knees between his legs. 

“Oh,” he says, startled, but not unwilling, a hand falling to her hair. “I- I take it you like the idea, then?” 

“Yes,” she says. She doesn’t speak much after that. Lucifer offers little beyond the syllables of her name.

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He buys an office building. Technically, Deckerstar Investigations operates out of one of the upper offices, but Chloe caught sight of the name on the lease. The other businesses are similarly themed, a pro-bono team of lawyers, a bail-bonds facility with a familiar, knife shaped logo. It feels strange to not have a badge at her hip, though her firearm is a reassuring familiarity. It’s placed inside the steel safe for the moment while they continue to unpack. She sets her newton’s cradle down and gives one of the metal balls a swing, the click-click a soothing sound. 

Lucifer comes in, easily hefting two boxes that he carefully lays on their new desk. It dominates the space, a deep rich wood, big enough for the both them to work on. 

“Last ones?” she asks. 

“Last ones,” he confirms. He closes the door. 

He moves around the office, but she’s not paying attention. She opens the top to start unpacking. Two badges rest on top, metal and leather. Devil shaped. One says Devil, the other Decker. She huffs and looks up at him, his face far too innocent. “Lucifer,” she starts. 

“What?” 

She rolls her eyes. “You know we can’t legally wear these.” Such a ridiculous and sweet man.

He steps forward, into her space, fingers drifting to her waistband. He takes the badge from the box and slips it on, grazing the thin skin of her hip bone. Cold metal contrasting his hot touch. The humor in her chest evaporates with a fizzle. “Just around the office, then,” he rumbles. She swallows, heat unfurling in her gut. The tips of his fingers linger low on her belly. “Investigator.”

It doesn’t have quite the same ring as Detective, but it incites a slow shiver in her all the same. His hand moves. The draw of her zipper is loud in the silence of their small office. The weight of the badge pulls the gap wider. His fingers dip. She bites her lip, head tipping back. 

“The door,” she manages, her fingers digging into his arms. 

“Locked,” he reassures, mouth at her ear, hot breath puffing. A kiss, a nibble, a bite to her jaw. His thighs press to hers and she lets her legs fall open as he shifts further over her. “Shall we test the structural integrity of our desk?” he asks. Her knee lifts, resting near the edge of his ribs. His hips press to hers as she bends back, her elbow knocking papers askew. She rolls against him to hear him swear and the wood creak as he grips it a little too tight. 

“Our first investigation,” she manages, voice shaking as she gets his trousers undone with unsteady hands. He moans, soft and helpless as she touches him. He shifts, she gasps.

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They become known as the best PI’s in LA that money can buy, but that they often won’t let you. Lucifer has scads of money of his own and Chloe a tender heart to help as many cases as she can. The investigate things big and small, lost children to crime bosses, trafficking rings to cheating spouses. They investigate murderers and dirty cops and do their best to burn through the very things that caused them to leave the force in the first place. 

They investigate way to make the city safer. They investigate ways to support those who need it. They work at doing good, and together, they accomplish much of it.  

Person B: Well, in my defense the flesh was wounded.