I love these and I need more: 49 & 50 plzzzzzz :D
this is so late im so sorry ships, im also commandeering this prompt to add to my weird asexual angelic deckerstar baby story XD read the first part HERE
49. “I’m too sober for this” + 50. “Oh god, I need a drink”
Chloe looks over where Amias and Dan are speaking. She wonders just how and where Lucifer picked this young man up. And for the fact that he really could be Lucifer’s son. It’s there in the facial features, the curl of his hair. Except for those clear colored eyes.
Amias had been surprisingly knowledgeable about the crime scene Lucifer had somehow talked both of them into. He’d been disturbed by the violence, almost mournful, but he’d offered clear, insightful comments, like an oddly responsible Lucifer. As for the Devil in question, Lucifer had simply beamed proudly, reaching out to squeeze Amias’ shoulder affectionately.
Dan says something and Amias grins, and it’s not the smirk that is a mirror image of Lucifer’s, no. Chloe is struck because…that’s - that’s Trixie’s grin. It’s jarring to see it on someone else’s face and Chloe furrows her brow in confusion.
“Hey, Chloe, can I talk to you for a second?” Ella asks, startling her out of her thoughts.
“Yeah, sure.” Chloe turns her attention to the lab tech. “What’s up?”
“Are the guys pulling a prank on me?” she asks, and Chloe’s eyebrows go up.
“I don’t think so. Why?”
Ella chews on the inside of her cheek. “It’s probably easier if I show you.” Ella says, and gestures for Chloe to follow her to the lab.
“Since Lucifer convinced the boss to allow Amias to tag along with you guys, I asked him back to the lab to get his details for contamination purposes.” Ella says looking a little shifty.
“You asked him back here? Alone?” Chloe asks, feeling oddly protective.
“He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” Ella mutters, cheeks a little pink. “I mean, can you blame me? The boy is a looker.”
“I am too sober for this.” Chloe mutters and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“What? So you don’t think Amias is hot?” Ella asks with a raised brow.
“What? Ew, no!” Chloe protests, instant and instinctive. She blinks a little surprised at herself, as does Ella. “Anyway, we’re getting off topic. What’s this about?”
“Well. I took a sample of Amias’ DNA so it can be cleared from evidence, right? Standard procedure.” she begins.
“And Lucifer was okay with this?” Chloe says with disbelief.
“He didn’t exactly…know?” Ella winces.
“Ella.” Chloe reproaches.
“I know, I should have asked. But this is where things get weird.”
Chloe instantly thinks back to the time where Lucifer tried to prove his divinity by urging her to test his DNA. Maybe there was something different about it. Perhaps Amias was the same. “Weird how?”
Ella clicks a few icons and turns the screen to face Chloe. It’s Amias’ sample, but next to it is her name and information.
“Because he shares DNA with you.”
“Yeah, it flagged you in the system. Partial match. Almost like he’s your kid.” Ella says, looking at Chloe with wide eyes. Chloe face is blank. “But that’s impossible, right?” Ella gives her a forced smile. “Because it’s a joke.”
Amias has Trixie’s grin, her grin. His eyes are the exact same color as the ones that look back at Chloe everyday in the mirror. Oh, god. It…it couldn’t be, could it? But that would mean Amias is hers and Lucifer’s. And that Lucifer is indeed an angel and everything else he’s told her is absolute truth.
Chloe thinks she might need to sit down.
“And then the rest of it is even weirder, because the father’s DNA is completely absurd,” Ella continues on, starting to ramble out of nervousness. “Like the chromosomal pairs are the wrong number, the genetics make no sense. It’s like it was made totally from scratch, like mad scientist style. I don’t think parts of it are even human.”
“And that would be Lucifer’s DNA?” Chloe asks, feeling lightheaded.
“I think so. And it’s not a fifty-fifty split between the two, which I can’t even begin to explain. It’s like seventy-thirty.” Ella tilts her head. “Sixty-forty.”
Chloe grips the edge of the desk with white knuckles. Ella looks uneasy. “This isn’t a joke, is it?”
“No.” Chloe says. “I don’t think it is.”