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For a Good Time

Chapter 2

(previous chapter)

Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 2900

Warning: alcohol mention, swearing, food mention

Rating: M (this chapter is SFW)

Summary: A phone number scrawled across a dark, dirty bathroom stall prompts a drunk Natalie to make a phone call. When Lucifer answers, he agrees to help her find her way home. Natalie clings to the impatient man, who wants nothing more than to never see her again. Of course, he never gets what he wants.


Natalie woke up late into the morning with a groan and a stiff neck from sleeping on her stomach for much too long. Her pale pink sheets were wrinkled and pooled around her hips, making her look more comfortable than she felt. After a long moment, Natalie eventually sat up, tugging at the tight dress that was cutting into her waist. While she stood and reached around to tug the zipper on her back down, she struggled to recall the events of the previous evening, namely, how she managed to get herself home.  

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For a Good Time

Chapter 1

Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 2600

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, intoxication, emetophobia warning

Rating: M (this chapter is SFW, but future chapters will not always be) 

Summary: A phone number scrawled across a dark, dirty bathroom stall prompts a drunk Natalie to make a phone call. When Lucifer answers, he agrees to help her find her way home. Natalie clings to the impatient man, who wants nothing more than to never see her again. Of course, he never gets what he wants.

(thanks @leafno for writing the summary!) 


Natalie stopped counting her drinks a long time ago, her buzz and the excitement of pink umbrellas in frilly glasses was too much to try to enjoy while keeping track at the same time. Her hands were in the air as she swayed side to side on the dance floor, the lighting dark and the music loud and pulsing. Natalie laughed, vibrant in the dark nightclub as one song faded into the other and she kept swaying, the alcohol in her body making her movements slightly off beat.

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Fun Fact:

When Natalie was in middle school she tried to jump out and scare Max as a prank. In his shock he pushed her away before falling down himself. He broke his ankle when he landed on it; Natalie broke her wrist when she hit the ground. Needless to say, jump scares were banned in the McAllister house.

Now let’s take some time to think about what Lucifer hoped would happen when Natalie woke up.

Was he expecting her to jump up and embrace him immediately? To regale him with tales of the horrors of hell and what she experienced down there? I expect he was dreading to hear that part, but knowing Natalie, there would be no detail spared. I expect, even more than that, he was dreading the question of how he brought her home.

I doubt he would have told her immediately. He probably would have tried to avoid telling her at all. That is, until she noticed the blood on his back (or her hands from the embrace) and concern erased everything else on her voice and mind, and she *insisted* on finding out what happened. Is he hurting? Why isn’t it healed? Who did this? What happened while she was dead? As much as he hated having to figure out how to the dodge the questions, he would have been so glad to hear her asking them.

Would he have finally verbalized his feelings? Does he even know how? Still? Lucifer is a man of action; would he have simply referred to his actions as a means of explaining? Or would his fear that she was dead, especially dead because of his own actions, kicked his ass into gear and had him actually telling her-in disjointed, incomplete sentences, of course-that he cares about her? As Lucifer laid down beside her, waiting for her eyelids to flicker open, was he mentally rehearsing his own speech, all of the things he wished he could have said? Or did he simply lie before her, holding his breath, not wanting to breathe until she did too?

Naturally, nothing went as he anticipated. There is probably a voice in the back of his head telling him, “Did you really think this would go as you planned? Did you really think you would get a happy ending?”

And yet, I wonder if there isn’t the slightest twinge of relief. There is still work to be done. He can’t leave her like this. He has to fix this. He has a reason to stay with her still. One more reason (excuse?) for him to postpone leaving her.

Poor Luce. He just wants his friend back.