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“Good morning, USA! Who’s ready to get married? Hard to believe that the world-famous bachelor Lucifer Morningstar is getting married, but here we are, folks.”
“—the wedding to end all weddings as EVE and Lucifer Morningstar tour the United States for their engagement—”
“—las entradas están agotadas, pero habrá un transmisión en vivo del concierto—”
“—this sketch of EVE’s dress, rumored to have twenty thousand red Swarovski crystals sewn on—”
“—débuter leur nouvelle single ‘I Do’—”
“—making their vows before a live audience of 18,000–”
“—aanstaande donderdag—”
“—at the Hollywood Bowl—”
“—non vuoi perderti—”
“—the couple that practically wrote the book on romance as they perform for the last time before their honeymoon, tomorrow night in LA!”
“We will see you all at the wedding. Happy Valentine’s Day, LA!”
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It was a slow day at the precinct, not many people were too entrenched in paperwork, so Chloe let the sound of easy conversation and the occasional phone ringing wash over her. Without an active case, Chloe found herself in the position of possibly being able to finish up the remaining paperwork and go home early, provided a body didn’t drop before she had to pick up Trixie from school. They could go home, have a movie night, keep it low-key.
That is, except for—
“Come on, Decker! It’s Valentine’s!” Ella whined. She leaned over Chloe’s desk and gave her best puppy-dog eyes while Chloe resolutely ignored her in favor of filling out a form for her last case.
When the lip-quivering, teary-eyed look could be ignored no longer, Chloe sighed and gave her an apologetic look. “Ella, really, I can’t. I’ve got Trixie tonight and nobody to watch her on such short notice.”
At that, Ella bounced back upright, with a gleam in her eye that told Chloe she’d just fallen into a trap of some sort. “Lucky for you, I got three tickets. C’mon, bring Trix, let’s make it a girls’ night. How is this any different from watching a romcom in our pajamas with ice cream in your living room? Or do you finally have a hot date that I somehow don’t know about?”
Chloe gave her a deadpan look, one eyebrow raised in a question that Ella’s widening grin was refusing to answer.
“You’re dead set on this, huh?”
Ella crossed her arms. “C’mon, Chlo, we could use some fun.”
Chloe sat there for a moment, weighing her options. It was Thursday, so Trixie had school the next day, but they didn’t ever go to concerts, so maybe she could call into the school on Friday and make it a long weekend for them. And it meant she had the whole weekend to do her usual errands, too. Besides, what was she gonna do? Probably sit at home with a movie and popcorn, hearing about the wedding concert from her eleven-year-old because it would take over celebrity news. It wasn’t like she had a date or anything.
Well, if she’s going to hear about it anyway, she might as well actually take her kid and see it firsthand.
“Fine,” she said, and Ella pumped her fist in victory. “But,” she continued, “nothing crazy, okay?”
Ella nodded, grinning in excitement. “Of course, Chlo. Nothing crazy, just three girls going to a concert and watching two celebs getting married. No big deal! I made a poster, but other than that, we’ll be lowkey, promise.” She crossed her heart for good measure, and Chloe couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness.
“Great, meet you at my place and we drive to the concert together? We can get dinner before we head out, too.”
“Ooh, smart. That way we aren’t stuck at concessions or anything.” Ella pointed finger guns at Chloe and clicked her tongue. “I gotcha, chica! I’ll bring the food and tickets, you just get your party pants on. I gotta go drop off some reports, but I’ll catch ya later.”
As she bounded off to talk with some of the other detectives, Chloe snorted in amusement and turned her attention back to her computer screen. She finished the report and opened a new document to start taking down notes from her interrogation, but after a moment of deliberation, googled the concert that she was supposed to attend.
There are worse ways to spend Valentine’s, she mused as her browser loaded dozens of promotional and paparazzi images of the two stars.
“Do You #IDo? Eveningstar Fans Take Twitter By Storm.”
"From Eden to the Square: Eve Sells Out Across the Country.”
“Exclusive Interview with the Eveningstars!”
“Eternal Bachelor to Eternal Vows: LA’s Most Notorious Playboy Settles Down.”
There were some photos of the two of them drinking and dancing in a nightclub that Lucifer apparently owned as they celebrated their engagement. The photo was a few months old, but it headed a piece that talked about how Lucifer Morningstar was the hottest guy to come off the market.
Seeing the two of them together, Chloe had to admit, they made a sexy couple. Eve was petite and dainty with curves that lots of actors paid thousands to achieve, and Lucifer was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome in his three-piece suits, his stubble artfully trimmed to a perpetual five o’clock shadow. The kind of beauty that thrived in Hollywood, and given how many songs she’d heard on the radio with Lucifer’s name attached, the kind of talent, too.
“Sinfully Sexy Styles for Your Inner Devil.”
“Red is the New White: Wedding Dress Designer Faust Tells All.”
"Apples and Bananas: Eve's Secret to Staying in Shape.”
Chloe couldn’t help but roll her eyes. There probably was a lot more than just fruit–questionable euphemisms or not–to Eve’s looks. Whatever she did, clearly it worked. She was gorgeous and from the few quotes Chloe found thus far, pretty sweet. It was easy enough to see her allure, and if Chloe was still in the acting world, she probably would’ve loved the chance to work with her.
“How Eve Met Her Match: The Devil's Influence.”
“Being Married has a Price: The Budget for ‘I Do’.”
That was an article Chloe definitely didn’t want to click. Her wedding was a small affair, just her mom on her side, and Dan’s local family for his, but it was still a splurge for two officers, and they’d foregone a honeymoon for an apartment close to the precinct and in a good school district. The last thing she needed to think about was how expensive this concert tour wedding was.
“From Hell to Hollywood: The Devil’s Journey to the Stars.”
Chloe closed out of the window. She still had a few hours before she could pick up Trix from school. She fired off a text to Dan about the plan and settled in to read the autopsy report of her current case.
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Bloody hell weddings were annoying.
Lucifer always knew there was a reason he only ever gatecrashed these things. It was a similar reason to why he abandoned the throne of Hell: too much bloody work that gets shoveled onto his shoulders.
If it wasn’t assigning torture dockets, it was assigning seating arrangements for the private reception. Making sure all the chains were oiled or helping pick the perfect parchment for the invites. Mazikeen was taking a sick delight in seeing her king having to work for once in his existence, and if he didn’t need her for keeping all the concert management in order, he’d have shipped her off to fill out the registry that Eve insisted they needed. Why was beyond him, they already had everything they needed, wanted, or could possibly use, and whatever they didn’t have, he was—as the saying went—richer than his dad. But it was what Eve desired, and while Lucifer felt the whole ordeal was silly, he could never deny her.
Seeing her desires satisfied and enjoyed was plenty enough reward to put up with the rest of the circus, so he could manage. For her.
For her, the Devil would settle down into matrimony.
Bloody hell he never thought he’d see this day.
Literally, he thought as he stood for the final fit check with his stylist. The living room of the penthouse was an exercise in organized chaos, which was a different sort of chaos than what usually dominated, between the piano, Eve’s various hobbies, and Rory’s toys and schoolwork. Costumes for himself and Eve sparkled in the sunlight by the tall windows, assistants overtook his leather couches with their phones and computers, Mazikeen was scaring a pair of delivery boys who had a stove between them, at least until Linda shooed her away and took over.
“Who the hell buys a freaking stove for you?” Maze snapped as she stomped through the living room.
Her knife flipped between her fingers almost of its own will, and Lucifer shrugged. “Haven’t the faintest idea, but it’s better than the hideous jumpers.”
Those jumpers might have a space in the closet because Eve refuses to throw out a single gift, but they will never see the light of day if Lucifer has anything to say about it.
They live in LA, the only way they’d need wool jumpers is if Heaven, Hell and Earth froze over.
“Alright, Mr. Morningstar, you’re done!” Cody chirped, helping Lucifer take off his tuxedo jacket. “I’ll get everything over to the Bowl and get all these racks out of your way, see you tonight!”
“Yes, thank you,” Lucifer replied as Linda came over. “Oh bloody hell, please tell me there isn’t another wedding gift.”
Linda laughed. “No, just wanted to check in with my patient and see how you were handling the last minute details.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, I suppose. I could use a drink but what use is a single malt when I have humans underfoot everywhere?” he whined, slumping onto the piano bench.
“Well,” Linda started as she joined him, “at least after tonight you’ll have your penthouse back. When you’re back from your honeymoon, I mean.”
He smiled at that. They weren’t going far, just one of his remote properties on the edge of the city, his condition if he was to leave Rory at home with his oaf of an elder brother and right-hand demon. Eve had angled for a trip to Hawaii or somewhere equally beachy, but he couldn’t leave his girl. The tour already took him away from home more than he preferred, what with Rory being only five. Linda had coached him through that plenty enough for him to know that that’s what he truly desired, and while Eve was unhappy, she had agreed he’d had a point when he told her he refused to be an absentee father. He cared deeply for Eve, she was his first in many ways, and she knew him better than anyone. Well, save for the Doctor, but nobody knew him like the Doctor.
A chirp from his phone startled him out of his musing and he picked up when he saw it was Eve. “Hello, darling, how are things going on your end?”
“Luce! Things are good, the venue looks fantastic. Lots of open air and the floral guys are helping me put flowers at the ends of all the rows.”
He chuckled, relieved that at least one of them was having an easy time with the last minute details. “And how long did you have to flirt until they offered to help?” he asked.
“I didn’t, they just offered! So sweet,” she sighed into the phone. “So you’ll be here soon?”
“As soon as I’ve picked up the urchin, yes.” He glanced at the clock on his phone. “Which is soon, I’ll send Maze ahead of me to help with the sound checks for you, that way the dreadful school traffic doesn’t hold up the concert that much.”
“Oh, great idea!” she replied. “Maze is so helpful, and don’t rush on our account. The King of Hell waits for no one, right?” she said with a giggle and Lucifer could practically see her twirling a strand of her hair between two fingers.
He smiled. “Quite right. Very well, I’ll send Maze, and we’ll be there no later than five for sound checks.”
“Perfect. I’ll see you on stage.”
“I’ll wait for you at the altar, darling.”
With that, he hung up and beamed at Linda. “Well, let’s get this show on the road!”
She smiled back at him. “Go on ahead, I’ll make my way over to the stadium with the crew.”
“Much appreciated, Doctor!” he replied as he headed to the elevator. The doors shut and he examined his reflection in the mirror on the way down. Perfect, as always. Time to pick up the urchin and then head to the Bowl for what was assuredly going to be one of the best nights of his life.