In the I.M.P. meeting room, the air was thick with tension, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights adding to the otherwise chaotic atmosphere. Blitzo, ever the unpredictable force, had taken it upon himself to use a particularly obnoxious infomercial as target practice. With each loud, dramatic pitch from the TV, his frustration seemed to grow, and before anyone could even blink, he drew his pistol and fired. The screen shattered with a resounding crack, sparks flying from the now-broken device.

Millie, who had been leaning casually against the wall, grinned and clapped her hands. "Nice shot, Blitzo! You really showed that TV who's boss," she cheered, her tone both playful and impressed.

Blitzo, wiping his hands dramatically on his pants, smirked. "Hell yeah, Millie! I don't miss, especially when it comes to irritating commercials." He turned to Moxxie with a self-satisfied look. "And let me tell you, if I had a nickel for every time a dumbass infomercial tried to sell me a knife set, I'd be a billionaire by now."

Moxxie, ever the professional, sighed as he grabbed a replacement TV from the side of the room. He set it up with quick precision, his gaze flicking over to Blitzo. "Maybe we should focus on more important matters, boss," he suggested with an underlying note of concern.

Millie, still grinning, raised an eyebrow as she watched Blitzo. But Moxxie's tone caught her attention, and she tilted her head in his direction. "What's up, Moxx?" she asked.

Moxxie's brow furrowed as he stared at the newly installed screen. "Shouldn't we be getting Y/N back? She's been gone for an awful long time, and who knows what could've happened to her out there?" he asked, his voice a little more serious than usual. His concern was palpable, the unease hanging in the air as he glanced at Blitzo.

Blitzo, still in a somewhat cocky stance, paused at Moxxie's words. His playful demeanor faltered for just a second, his eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbed the weight of the situation. For a brief moment, he seemed to consider Moxxie's words—something that was rare for him.

"Yeah, yeah," Blitzo grumbled, clearly trying to shrug off the seriousness of the conversation. "She's fine. I mean, it's Y/N, right? What's the worst that could happen?"

Moxxie, his frustration building, crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "Blitzo, you don't actually think it's a good idea to leave her in a city full of demons, do you? What if she's in trouble? What if something happened to her?" His voice was sharp, the worry for you now evident in his every word.

Blitzo finally dropped his cocky attitude, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Alright, alright," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "We'll go get her. But we're not making this some big dramatic rescue mission. Just... let's get in, grab her, and get out. Simple."

Millie, sensing the seriousness in the room, stood straighter and gave Moxxie a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Mox. We've got this. We always do." Her voice was comforting, as always, but there was a sense of quiet determination behind it now.

Blitzo huffed, already making his way toward the door. "Fine, we get Y/N back. Then I'll deal with some more annoying infomercials... maybe. I guess." He added that last part with a shrug, still trying to lighten the mood, but it was clear the team's concern for you had shifted the focus of the meeting.

With a sigh, Moxxie followed Blitzo, his expression resolute. "Let's just hope she's okay. I don't care if we have to tear this whole place apart. We're bringing her back."

Millie gave Moxxie a pat on the back before following suit. "We're a team. We always stick together. Let's go save our friend."

And with that, the I.M.P. crew, in their own chaotic yet determined way, set off to retrieve you—ready for whatever challenges the night had in store.

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You were lounging comfortably on the sofa, the quiet hum of the room a welcome contrast to the chaotic events of the past few days. It was a rare moment of peace, but it didn't last long. The door suddenly burst open with a force that rattled the frame, and before you could even process what was happening, Lucifer rushed through it, his eyes wide with concern.

"Oh my Y/N, you're alright?" His voice was urgent, a mixture of relief and frantic worry, as he hurried toward you, practically scooping you up in his arms. The sudden movement caught you off guard, and you let out a soft sigh as you allowed yourself to relax in his embrace.

Lucifer held you tightly, his hat falling to the floor as he hugged you close, his face buried in your hair. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the relief pouring off him as if your mere presence was enough to ease the tension that had clearly been building inside him. For a moment, you just let yourself feel the comfort of his arms, the safety of his touch.

"You're alright," he murmured again, almost to himself, as though reassuring himself more than anything else.

You smiled softly, reaching up to pat the back of his head gently, brushing away a stray lock of hair. "Luci, it's always alright," you said quietly, your voice calm, steady. You didn't mind the concern in his eyes, but you could see the weight of it lifting as you spoke, letting him know you were safe.

After a moment, you crouched down onto your knees, gently pulling back from him to give both of you a little space. Lucifer's hands reluctantly let go, but his eyes never strayed far from you, watching intently as you adjusted yourself, clearly still unsure if he should keep holding you or let you breathe.

As you straightened up, you glanced at him, your expression soft but serious. "But ask before coming here," you said quietly, your tone a little more firm than you intended. The last thing you needed was for him to barge in without any warning, even though you knew it came from a place of concern. "You can't just show up like that."

Lucifer blinked at your words, looking almost apologetic, but there was still a hint of worry lingering in his eyes. "I... I just couldn't wait, alright?" His voice softened, and he let out a deep breath, his usual confident demeanor faltering slightly. "I was just so worried about you. After everything that's happened, I didn't want to risk you being left alone for any longer."

You smiled at him gently, your heart warmed by the fact that he cared so deeply, even if it sometimes led to impulsive actions. "I'm fine, Luci. You don't have to rush in every time. Just... talk to me first next time, alright?"

Lucifer chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, yeah... I'll try. But you know how I am. I can't help it when it comes to you."

The two of you sat there for a moment, the weight of the day finally beginning to ease away, and though there were still things left unsaid, the quiet understanding between you was enough. For now, at least, everything was alright.

You took Lucifer's hand gently, your fingers curling around his as you gave him a reassuring smile. "Come on," you said softly, guiding him towards the door. "Let's tell Charlie we're going home."

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat at your words, the thought of home causing a rush of emotions he hadn't anticipated. His gaze flickered to you, his chest tightening as his voice faltered. "H-home?" He stammered, unable to fully process what you meant.

You smirked knowingly, the playful glint in your eyes not lost on him. You squeezed his hand a little tighter, then swung it back and forth in a casual gesture. "Yes, home," you said with a wink. "Your palace."

Lucifer blinked, a mix of surprise and something else flickering in his expression. His heart raced in his chest, the idea of returning to his domain with you by his side making him feel a little giddy in spite of himself. He opened his mouth to say something, but then caught your smirk, his mind catching up with the playful undertone in your voice.

"Wait," he paused, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he realized your meaning. "Our palace?" His voice dropped, a little teasing now, as if trying to match your energy.

You met his gaze with a mischievous grin. "That's right. Our palace," you confirmed with a playful sparkle in your eyes. The idea of the two of you sharing a space, a place to call your own, felt more real than ever.

Lucifer laughed softly, a rare, lighthearted sound that made the tension in his body melt away. "Well, I guess I can get used to that." There was a hint of excitement in his tone, something that hadn't been there before, as if the thought of having you by his side was more than he ever imagined.

Together, you walked out of the hotel, hand in hand, with a new sense of purpose in your steps, ready to face whatever came next—whether it was at his palace or anywhere else. Whatever it was, you'd face it together.

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Blitzø and Moxxie crouched behind a low wall, rifles in hand, as they surveyed the hotel from a distance. Their eyes darted across the building, scanning for any signs of trouble. Moxxie frowned, his brows furrowing with uncertainty. "This is the place we're storming?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and hesitation. His grip on his rifle tightened as his eyes shifted nervously toward the hotel.

Blitzø, ever the optimist—or at least, the one who preferred action over deliberation—shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, I just saw Lucifer fly into it," he said with a grin. "Can't be bad, right?"

Moxxie shot him a skeptical look, his unease only deepening. "But this is Lucifer we're talking about, Blitzø. Just because he's in there doesn't mean it's safe. For all we know, we're walking right into a trap."

Millie, who had been silently observing the conversation, let out a heavy sigh. She rolled her eyes at Moxxie's worry. "Oh, you're such a gullible little toad, my love," she said with a teasing smile. She reached up to pat Moxxie's head affectionately, the playful gesture completely at odds with the gravity of the situation. But before Moxxie could respond, Millie pulled the trigger on her rifle, sending a shot into the air.

The bullet whizzed past Blitzø's ear, causing him to leap up in shock. "Okay, okay! Don't do that, Millie!" Blitzø shouted, his heart racing as he ducked back down behind cover. "You're gonna alert them! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Millie grinned mischievously, totally unphased by her own actions. "Relax, Blitzø," she said in a sing-song voice. "I'm just making sure we're ready."

Moxxie groaned, his face falling in frustration. "I swear, one of these days, your 'readiness' is going to get us all killed," he muttered under his breath.

Blitzø shot him a sharp look. "Not helping, Moxxie," he muttered, his eyes scanning the hotel once more. He pulled a pair of binoculars from his bag, peering through them to assess the situation. "Alright, here's the plan: We go in, grab Y/N—and if we run into any problems, we blow this place sky high."

Moxxie reluctantly nodded, though he couldn't shake the feeling that things were already too complicated. "We need to make sure she's okay first, Blitzø. Getting Y/N back is priority number one."

Millie nodded, a wicked smile on her face as she adjusted her rifle. "Let's make it a rescue mission then," she said. "And try not to screw this up, Moxxie."

Blitzø grinned widely. "You heard the lady. Let's go get 'em!"

With the plan set and the tension high, the team geared up for their next move, hoping to rescue you before things went even further off the rails.

As you walked out hand in hand with Lucifer, the sight didn't go unnoticed. Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie were crouched behind a nearby dumpster, silently observing. Blitzø's eye twitched at the sight of you two together. He leaned in, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh wow."

Moxxie, a little more perceptive than Blitzø, squinted, his expression a mixture of surprise and realization. "It—it seems they're almost... in love," he said, his tone hesitant, as though he couldn't quite believe it. He tilted his head slightly, eyes still locked on you and Lucifer, clearly processing the scene.

Blitzø snapped his head towards Moxxie, disbelief written all over his face. "What? No, they can't be!" He shook his head vigorously, his usually confident demeanor faltering. "That... that can't be what's happening, Moxxie. No way."

Millie, however, wasn't as shocked. She and Moxxie shared a quick glance, their eyes speaking volumes. They'd known for a while—there were little signs that had given it away. The way Lucifer had always kept a watchful eye on you, the unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air whenever he was near you. But seeing it in full view, seeing how you and Lucifer were standing so close, so undeniably connected, was still a blow.

Moxxie sighed, his fingers drumming against his rifle. "He's been into her for a while, hasn't he?" His voice softened, almost in sympathy for Lucifer, as if he knew how much this might sting for the boss. "But seeing it like this... I don't know how he's going to handle it."

Millie gave a short, knowing laugh. "Oh, he's gonna have a hard time, alright." Her voice was gentle, though the smirk tugging at her lips was unmistakable. "Big ol' ego on that one, and you can bet he's not used to anyone making him feel like that."

Blitzø, still processing the situation, finally let out a laugh. "Oh, this is gonna be good. Just wait 'til Lucifer finds out he's got some competition." His grin widened. "If he's not already figured it out."

Moxxie, always the more cautious one, crossed his arms. "We should still be careful. This is... complicated. If Lucifer's really got feelings for her, things could get messy."

The trio fell silent for a moment, watching as you and Lucifer walked further away, oblivious to their surveillance. The whole thing felt like a game to Blitzø, but for Moxxie and Millie, it was a delicate situation—a situation that could either bring things crashing down or open the door to a whole new set of problems. They knew their boss, and they knew how his pride worked. And if there was one thing they were certain of, it was that the path forward was anything but simple.

As you and Lucifer strolled along, the air was calm, but something felt off. Your ear twitched, the faintest sound of movement catching your attention. Lucifer noticed your sudden pause and tilted his head, his gaze softening with concern. "What's wrong, my love? You hear anything?" he asked, his voice gentle, clearly worried.

You nodded, then waved a claw through the air, your senses sharpening as you tried to detect the source of the disturbance. In a blink, the I.M.P crew floated into view, suddenly appearing before you. You chuckled, not at all surprised by their intrusion, and shook your head in amusement.

"Oh, it's just my friends," you said with a grin, pointing at the group of demons who had clearly been tailing you. "Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, what are you guys doing here?"

Blitzø raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you know, just making sure you're not up to anything... suspicious," he said with a wink, the mischievous glint in his eyes as always. "Can't let the big bad Lucifer get away with all the fun, right?"

Millie, who floated casually beside him, gave you a teasing smile. "Yeah, we wanted to make sure you're safe," she chimed in, clearly trying to keep it light, but there was an undertone of concern in her voice. "You've been through a lot lately, and we just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Moxxie, always the more cautious one, looked around nervously, his rifle slung over his shoulder. "We just... wanted to make sure everything was alright," he added, his gaze flicking between you and Lucifer. "You know, with everything going on... didn't want you getting caught up in anything dangerous."

You chuckled again, clearly amused by their overprotectiveness. "Well, you're a bit late to the party, but thanks for the concern," you said with a playful smirk. "Everything's fine. Just a little walk with Lucifer, no big deal."

Lucifer, who had been quietly observing the exchange, smirked at the imp crew. "I hope you're not causing any trouble," he said, his tone playful but with a hint of authority. "You might want to reconsider your methods if you're going to keep following us around like this."

Blitzø shrugged, unphased by Lucifer's tone. "Hey, you can't blame us for being curious," he said, grinning wider. "Just checking in on our favorite guard dog." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he nudged Moxxie.

Moxxie gave an exasperated sigh, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe we should give them some space, huh?" he suggested, glancing at Millie, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright, alright," Blitzø said, rolling his eyes. "We'll leave you two lovebirds to your peaceful walk. But don't forget, Y/N, we're always around if you need us."

As they drifted off, you turned back to Lucifer, smiling softly at him. "See? Just a bit of unwanted attention. But we're fine."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his hand still wrapped around yours. "Always the center of attention, aren't you?" he teased, though there was a warmth in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. "Come on, let's get back home. We've got some time alone now."

With a grin, you nodded, squeezing his hand as the two of you continued your walk, leaving the imps behind as you headed for the calm that awaited you.